 38. Every letter of the alphabet must be included in one post. ½ of Lauralie | Koala | The being in Ern's pocket | Baby Smurf | Prouf member of The Flock
If Amrita could read minds, she'd be very insulted on behalf of her baby that he had doubts - albeit understandable doubts - that Jasmine was the cutest baby in all of creation. And while they were both extremely pretty ladies, she wasn't sure they'd quite deserved to be looked at with such bafflement. Though then again, maybe they had.
She was not equipped for this, not in the slightest bit. She'd kinda given up on all hope of Jasmine ever meeting her biological father when she had decided not to tell the man he had a baby.
Her head was pulsing and only chai could cure this. "Amrita," she said, her face looking somewhere between sheepish and grimacing. At the very least, he deserved the truth, especially after he'd come all this way.
"And this is Jasmine," she said, bouncing the toddler on her hip. "Say hi, Schatz."
And that was the story of how Jasmine Sandhu first interacted with her biological father, with a sleepy wave. Not entirely the story of how Amrita had constructed the only real romantic relationship of her life on a lie, but a story nonetheless.
In fact, forget the chai. She wanted to curl under the covers and pretend that life wasn't a thing. But no. She was fast approaching 30 and needed to at least pretend to be an adult who could take responsibility for the things and people that she did, so she would just... put the kettle on.
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