Color Blind (BWWM Interracial Billionaire Single Mom Steamy Romance Novel) by Vivian Ward Page B
Authors: Vivian Ward
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Lorraine. I’ll be right back.” I kissed Nevaeh’s forehead and called for my friend. “Lorraine!” I yelled throughout the house.
“ In here,” Lorraine said as she emptied a cap of detergent into the washing machine.
I walked into the laundry room and asked, “How did she do today?”
“ She wasn’t her usual self. She seems frail and exhausted. It was a chore for her to lift her head. I even carried her to the bathroom once.”
“ Seriously?” My heart dropped. What was wrong with my little girl? “I guess all we can do is give her ibuprofen until she gets into her pediatrician, and you’re taking her, right?”
“ Yes, I am. Could they get her in any sooner than Friday?”
“ I doubt it, but I’ll ask.”
I had already tried, but they were booked solid and Friday was the earliest appointment available, which was only because they had a cancelation before I scheduled Nevaeh’s visit.
“ Can you help me carry her and her things out to the car?”
“ Of course.”
That night, I carefully watched my darling and saw what Lorraine had told me about. She was so weak. Her frail body looked delicate and fragile as I lied next to her in bed.
“ How are you doing sweetie?” I asked her.
“ I’m okay momma.”
I kissed her on the cheek and wished her a good night before flipping off the light. A tear rolled down my face as horrible thoughts raced through my mind. I’ve already lost my dad; I couldn’t stand to live without my baby. What if it was cancer ? It was more than I could bare. I tried to shut off my mind as I fought to fall asleep.
The next morning, Nevaeh was still the same, which made it difficult to wake her up. I did what she I to do and notified my boss that I wouldn’t make it in.
“ Kevin, this is Kimberly. I won’t be coming it in today.”
“ Again? What is it now?” he protested in a hostile voice.
“ Nevaeh’s still sick, but she’s gotten worse. I can’t even get her out of bed.”
“ This is getting ridiculous. You can’t just take off once a week. I gave you a break last time when you needed off, but I’m giving you a point today.”
“ Well, then I guess that’s what you’ll have to do. Kevin, my baby is sick and she needs me. She’s too weak to get dressed or to take her to the sitter’s house. I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow afternoon so I won’t be in then either.”
“ Really?” he hissed.
“ Yes, really. Nevaeh is my priority. With the condition she’s in, I’m going to stay with her.” I stated, not caring whether my boss liked it or not.
“ That’s two points.” He warned before hanging up on me.
Frustrated, I called my best friend. I was beside myself as I reflected how hateful and mean Kevin was treating me. Venting would do me some good. After I had told Lorraine what happened, my friend agreed with me—he was being a jerk and didn’t show any compassion. It made me feel better that at least someone shared my opinions.
By the time Friday rolled around, my daughter had shown no change. Her back still hurt and her fever was still present. Her knees, ankles, toes and fingers were all swollen. The ibuprofen only seemed to keep her temperature at bay for a few short hours before it reared its ugly head again. When we finally got to her appointment, I explained all of my daughter’s symptoms and her behavior to the pediatrician.
“ It’s just so out of the blue for her to act this way. She’s normally your typical rambunctious eight-year-old girl who loves to run and play.” I pleaded with the doctor to figure out what was wrong with my little girl.
“ It’s possible we could do an x-ray though it won’t help much since whatever she has is affecting various parts of her body. I’d suggest we do some blood testing and analyze the results. It’s hard
“ In here,” Lorraine said as she emptied a cap of detergent into the washing machine.
I walked into the laundry room and asked, “How did she do today?”
“ She wasn’t her usual self. She seems frail and exhausted. It was a chore for her to lift her head. I even carried her to the bathroom once.”
“ Seriously?” My heart dropped. What was wrong with my little girl? “I guess all we can do is give her ibuprofen until she gets into her pediatrician, and you’re taking her, right?”
“ Yes, I am. Could they get her in any sooner than Friday?”
“ I doubt it, but I’ll ask.”
I had already tried, but they were booked solid and Friday was the earliest appointment available, which was only because they had a cancelation before I scheduled Nevaeh’s visit.
“ Can you help me carry her and her things out to the car?”
“ Of course.”
That night, I carefully watched my darling and saw what Lorraine had told me about. She was so weak. Her frail body looked delicate and fragile as I lied next to her in bed.
“ How are you doing sweetie?” I asked her.
“ I’m okay momma.”
I kissed her on the cheek and wished her a good night before flipping off the light. A tear rolled down my face as horrible thoughts raced through my mind. I’ve already lost my dad; I couldn’t stand to live without my baby. What if it was cancer ? It was more than I could bare. I tried to shut off my mind as I fought to fall asleep.
The next morning, Nevaeh was still the same, which made it difficult to wake her up. I did what she I to do and notified my boss that I wouldn’t make it in.
“ Kevin, this is Kimberly. I won’t be coming it in today.”
“ Again? What is it now?” he protested in a hostile voice.
“ Nevaeh’s still sick, but she’s gotten worse. I can’t even get her out of bed.”
“ This is getting ridiculous. You can’t just take off once a week. I gave you a break last time when you needed off, but I’m giving you a point today.”
“ Well, then I guess that’s what you’ll have to do. Kevin, my baby is sick and she needs me. She’s too weak to get dressed or to take her to the sitter’s house. I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow afternoon so I won’t be in then either.”
“ Really?” he hissed.
“ Yes, really. Nevaeh is my priority. With the condition she’s in, I’m going to stay with her.” I stated, not caring whether my boss liked it or not.
“ That’s two points.” He warned before hanging up on me.
Frustrated, I called my best friend. I was beside myself as I reflected how hateful and mean Kevin was treating me. Venting would do me some good. After I had told Lorraine what happened, my friend agreed with me—he was being a jerk and didn’t show any compassion. It made me feel better that at least someone shared my opinions.
By the time Friday rolled around, my daughter had shown no change. Her back still hurt and her fever was still present. Her knees, ankles, toes and fingers were all swollen. The ibuprofen only seemed to keep her temperature at bay for a few short hours before it reared its ugly head again. When we finally got to her appointment, I explained all of my daughter’s symptoms and her behavior to the pediatrician.
“ It’s just so out of the blue for her to act this way. She’s normally your typical rambunctious eight-year-old girl who loves to run and play.” I pleaded with the doctor to figure out what was wrong with my little girl.
“ It’s possible we could do an x-ray though it won’t help much since whatever she has is affecting various parts of her body. I’d suggest we do some blood testing and analyze the results. It’s hard
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