Exceptions

Exceptions

Genre: smut, pwp if you squint, sub Soyeon, dom Reader

Pairing: Soyeon/Female Reader, side of Yuqi/Reader

Warnings: 18+ (please do not read this if under 18), mommy kink, use of a strap on, voyeurism (consensual), exhibitionism, cunnilingus, mentions of blowjobs, nipple piercings

Synopsis: You’ve wanted Soyeon from the moment you saw her. But after seeing her hook up with guy after useless guy, you’d given up on ever getting to have Soyeon yourself. That is, until she asks to watch you with another lady.

Note: I guess I’m doing female Kpop idol imagines now? Idk lol just got weird inspiration for this one and wrote it out as quickly as I could. I may do more of these. I probably won’t take requests at this time, but do let me know if there’s an idol you’d like me to do.

You had Soyeon right where you wanted her. On her back, her schoolgirl skirt falling between her open thighs and her shirt pushed up to reveal her tits. They were pierced with perfect little silver balls on each side. You let your tongue run over one, eliciting an appreciative mewl.

Ever since you met her, you knew you wanted her. You first met Soyeon has a friend of a friend when you all went out to the club together.

You watched as she shook her ass for a guy way below her league. The next morning you had to hear about how he took her into the bathroom and stuffed her throat with his cock and came all over her face. It only made you think about riding her face and leaving her a mess afterward.

There was no indication that Soyeon was interested in you—or girls even—until about a month later at another trip to the club. You’d finally given up on Soyeon ever having any sapphic realizations and decided to find a girl for the night.

Within an hour you spotted a cute girl with a bob hair cut and hearts painted under her eyes. You started dancing and only learned her name was Yuqi after your hands had wandered to her ass.

Soon, the two of you were on one of the couches in the back. Yuqi straddled one of your thighs as you made out, and you could feel her clothes cunt clenching when you stuck your hand up her shirt.

As Yuqi kissed your neck, you caught a pair of eyes watching you. Soyeon sat at a table a few feet away, a drink in her hand. She didn’t have disdain or disgust in her eyes, but rather something you recognized as curiosity. It must have been what led her to walk over to you.

“Yuqi,” you said, getting the girl to pause. “Let’s take this to a hotel.” Yuqi nodded and was able to climb off you when she noticed Soyeon.

“Hey Soyeon,” you said. “What can I help you with?” You looked over at Yuqi who looked slightly annoyed by the interruption and the hold up.

“C-Can I watch?”

“You want to watch me fuck her?” The light thump of music filled the silence. After a few beats, you looked down at Yuqi. “I don’t care. Do you?”

Yuqi shook her head.

***

You weren’t sure if it was because you wanted to put on a show for Soyeon or because Yuqi was the type of sub that demanded it, but you ended up tying her to the bed. Like you had imagined doing to Soyeon all those weeks ago, you rode Yuqi’s face until you came.

You hummed and pulled off, smoothing down her hair and admiring the painted hearts that had since smeared.

“Mm, such a good girl for mommy aren’t we?” You hand dove down to where her panties were already drenched. She squirmed and let out little whines, begging you to take her further.

It was when you got out the strap on that Soyeon’s eyes went wide. While her interest has been waning after you came, the appearance of such a toy suddenly cause her to perk up.

Yuqi, too, seemed anxious. As you strapped on the dildo and lined yourself up, you watched Yuqi fall apart beneath you.

You looked up and saw the front of Soyeon’s jeans open, her hand forced down the fabric of her panties which you could just barely make out the color of: red.

You went harder.

***

“How did you first find out you liked girls?” Soyeon asked about an hour later after Yuqi cleaned herself up and left.

“I don’t know. I never really had to. From day one I sort of just found myself more into girls. Then I made out with a girl at summer camp once and it sorta just solidified it.” You took a sip of the beer the two of you sipped. “Why? You thinking you might be into girls?”

Soyeon shifted. “I mean, I definitely like guys, but—“ She glances back towards the bed. “That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.”

You chuckled and finished off your drink, satisfied for the night. “Well, if you’re ever interested—“ You stand up to get ready to leave and look back, pointing at the bed. “I can always do that you, you know?”

***

Soyeon was on a mission that night. At first, you thought nothing of the way she bumped against you while dancing, her curves seemingly accidentally sliding against your own.

You had noticed the lacy black crop top that offered little more coverage than a bra, paired with a school girl style skirt that just barely covered the curve of her ass. Paired with boots, an industrial looking belt, and her flowing dyed blonde hair, she looked sexy as hell.

Through the top you could see the ball ends of her nipple piercings which wetted your panties with just a look. If she was your girlfriend, you’d take her into the nearest dark corner and punish her for that.

After a while, Soyeon lost herself in the music and didn’t notice the way her skirt came up when she danced sometimes. Allowing you a brief look at her almost bare ass, save for the small red strip of fabric of her thing.

You had to dive into the bathroom and rub one out after that. Trying to be quick and quiet, you froze as you heard someone enter the bathroom.

“Y/N? You in here?” Soyeon’s voice asked.

You almost didn’t say anything, but found yourself answering her anyway. You were working on getting yourself cleaned up, disappointed that you didn’t get to your release.

“Will you let me in?”

You don’t know what possesses you to let her in before you’ve fully pulled up your jeans, but when she sees you, she smirks.

“Looks like you’ve got yourself into trouble,” she said, chuckling. It almost enraged you the way she took over the conversation, but it also made you quiver with the need for your release even more.

“Yeah, with no thanks to you.”

Soyeon gets on her knees then, her hands coming to your hips and the the top of your jeans. She goes to pull them down, but you stop her.

“You’re drunk.”

“Mm, no,” she said. “Perfectly sober. I just know what I want now.”

“And, what do you want?”

“To do what I do best.” This caused you to raise an eyebrow as she looked up at you. “Give oral in dirty club bathrooms.”

She pulled down your jeans so they rested around your knees and slowly went for your panties. With little hesitation, she brought her lips to your clit and sucked on it.

For never having gone down on a pussy before, Soyeon was a natural. It took a bit longer than usual, but you found yourself coming against her lips with your hand in your hair.

“Fuck,” you said. “We’re leaving. Now.”

***

You’d waited what felt like years for this. Seeing Soyeon as she was now, all spread out just for you.

Unlike most hookups, you actually brought her back to your place. You weren’t one to develop feelings so quickly, but something about Soyeon made you want to keep this moment as private as possible.

“Mm, you’ve been so bad today, baby girl. Finally deciding on what you want and thinking you can just take it.”

Your hands roamed across her body. Her shirt—once pushed against her neck—now laid on the other side of the bed. The belt too was thrown somewhere.

Reaching up her skirt, you wrap a finger through the waistband of her panties. You feel her tense as you slowly begin to ease them down her thighs. You stop just before they lose contact with her core, peeling them ever so slowly from her soaked pussy.

“Mm, you get this wet for that guy you went down on?”

She shook her head and you had her panties down to her knees now. “Use your words, baby girl.”

“No,” she said. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet.”

You bring her thong down to her ankles and promptly toss them aside. She started to sit up to unzip her skirt, but you placed a hand in the center of her waist.

“Keep it on,” you said, reaching down fo breach the hem of the skirt and touch her wet cunt. You start her off with two fingers, curling them and keeping a steady pace.

Occasionally, you allowed you tongue to graze over her nipple or her clit. Always earning you appreciative moans that you wish you could play back later.

Soyeon cums soon after you add a third finger. You make a show of pulling out your hand, slick with cum and sweat. You put two fingers in your mouth and lick them dry, letting Soyeon watch as you reveled in her orgasm.

Discarding your own clothes, you go to the closet to retrieve your strap on. You knew it was what she wanted since the moment you saw her wide eyes when you used it on Yuqi.

“This what you wanted, baby girl?”

Soyeon nodded almost frantically and sits up on her knees in anticipation. “Yes.”

You hum in disapproval as you step into the straps and bring them up to your hips. Fastening it, you eye her.

“Yes, what?”

Soyeon blushes. Though, you could tell she loved it by the way a spark seemed to go through her body at your reprimands.

“Yes, Mommy.”

You give an approving sigh as you approach the bed. If this were one of your normal hook ups, this is where you would press her back on the bed, either face down or face up, and rail her until she came.

With Soyeon, you wanted to prove to her that this could be just as good, if not better than anything she’d ever done with a man.

“How do you like it? Missionary? Doggy?”

Soyeon’s gaze flit from you to the bed and back to the dildo strapped to your hips. She seems to understand the control she has in the moment and points to the couch along the wall.

“I wanna ride you.”

You comply and sit down, positioning the dildo just right so that she could sink down on it. You imagined how many others had this view before you and how there was no way they fully appreciated it.

Soyeon kisses you as she straddles your thighs first before eventually aligning herself with the dildo. You watch as she sinks down and begins to bounce.

You’re absolutely enraptured by the way her tits bounce perfectly to the rhythm she’s established. Her hair falls just in front of them, the edges collecting the sweat that forms along her face.

She’s gorgeous and you’re the luckiest woman in the world.

You don’t make her do all the work. After she set the pace, you thrust up into her and reach down to massage her clit. This seems to be just what she needed as she lets out a moan and her head falls back.

“Come on, baby girl. You’re so close. Cum for Mommy.”

With just a few more deep thrusts, Soyeon’s over the edge again. Her body shakes and rattles and she reaches out to hold you as she comes down.

You don’t normally find yourself the cuddling type after sex. Normally, you help your lady clean up, make sure she has a safe way home, and see her out. But, like how Soyeon is an exception to almost every rule, you find her wrapped around you in the afterglow.

“I didn’t you off for a second time though.” She pouts and is reaching for your pussy under the covers.

You chuckle and grab her hand, bringing it up to your lips where you leave a sweet kiss.

“It’s all right, baby girl. I didn’t want to move to fast for you. I know you probably have some things to learn.”

Soyeon chuckles and wraps her arms around your waist, her chin coming to rest in the crook of your collarbone.

“I’m a good student though. I’m sure I’ll pick it up quickly.”

“Yes,” you said. “I’m sure.”

Sutures - Chapter One: Broken Hearts Club

Genre: Soulmates AU, Idiots to Lovers, slight Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Yoongi/Named Reader

Warnings (chapter specific): alcohol consumption, sexual references, references to a one night stand, cursing, hospitals

Synopsis: "A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it." --Jean de la Fontaine

There was only one thing you and Min Yoongi had in common that night. You were both brokenhearted. You only intended to be together for one night, but when you both end up in the hospital the next day you discover that you are soulmates. It could kill you to be apart. As you and Yoongi attempt to sever the bond between you, will another be formed?

Notes: This was originally written and completed on Wattpad between 2018 and the beginning of 2020. I’ll be slowly posting the chapters here. I may make a tag list depending on if enough people want to follow along with updates. Leave me some feedback if you would like added to a tag list.

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Min Yoongi was done with relationships. It seemed they were always after money or fame, or they couldn't deal with his schedule and began to look elsewhere. 

At first, he thought since Jihee was an idol, she wasn't after his money or fame. That she understood how the life left little time for a relationship. It was the first relationship he'd ever gone public with; his fans reacting surprisingly well. Dating another idol made it easier, she wasn't subject to more attention that she was not already used to. 

But the one downside to dating an idol was that when they cheated on you, there was photographic evidence. He gave her the benefit of the doubt; it was probably a cousin or an old friend. However, then he came into her apartment earlier that night after dance practice. The true nature of the relationship was revealed. 

"Yoongi!" Jihee called. "I'm sorry! I don't expect you to take me back. Just please, keep this quiet." 

Her image mattered more to her than his heart. Just like everyone else. 

---

Yoongi drank the rest of the glass, the burning in his throat he'd felt at the beginning of the night subsiding. The bar was one far away from the dorm, almost on the outskirts of the city. A place nobody would think to find him. It was busier than when he'd first come in, but still nothing like the bars and clubs downtown. 

Music started up and he cringed as one of his own songs came through the speakers and reverberated off the walls. Min Yoongi couldn't escape himself even if he wanted to. 

Nobody seemed to be eyeing him or trying to capture his attention by requesting the song. In fact, no one seemed to be paying any attention to him at all. A small solace. 

Most of the other patrons danced. The majority offbeat and already off their face from soju or whatever their drug of choice. He noticed a girl sitting at the corner of the bar--she seemed uncomfortable--trying her best to pull down the short black dress she wore. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, ending just below her chest. She wasn't drinking anything, hooking her heels into the barstool, and watching the dancers.

Yoongi felt a small pull in his chest. He wasn't sure if it was from the heartbreak or from the way the black dress hugged her curves. Honestly, Yoongi didn't care. 

"Another," Yoongi said, motioning to the bartender.

---

"Sumi!" your friend said, rushing over to the edge of the bar where you had perched. "Come dance! You're never going to get over him if you don't let yourself go." 

"I don't want to get over him, Eunji," you said. "I want to get back together."

"No," Eunji said, her forehead wrinkling, a sign she was serious. "I'm not letting you get back together with that deadbeat. He was holding you back and you've taken him back too many times." 

You sighed, unhooking your heels from the rung of the barstool. Your best friend had a point. You'd given Minki--your ex--hundreds of chances. The first time he cheated on you, you'd believed him when he said that it was a mistake and it would never happen again. And it didn't, for another year. The second time, you swore you'd never take him back. But a month later, you did. 

"Come on, let's go show him what he's missing," Eunji said, grabbing hold of your hands. 

"He's not here." 

Eunji scoffed and pulled you up. You stepped out of your heels and stood on the ground with just the thin material of your tights between your skin and the sticky ground. 

"You know what I mean! Now, come on!" 

She pulled you onto the floor and to your surprise you actually enjoyed yourself. You'd forgotten what it was like to simply dance like no one was watching. You didn't care that your dress was slipping up again, or that you'd worn holes in your tights on the bottom of your feet. 

Eventually, Eunji brought you a drink. You assumed it was water, but as you drank, the liquid burned your throat and you nearly spit it back out. 

"Eunji!" you exclaimed after swallowing. "Vodka? Really?"

"It used to be your favorite," she said. 

"Yeah, not when I'm expecting it to be water." 

You laughed slightly, throwing it back. 

"Water won't help you forget Minki." 

"This is why my parents thought you were a bad influence, you know?" 

Eunji laughed, ordering herself a drink. 

"Yeah, well, I don't think their judgment was the best."

You laughed. 

"Thanks," you said, squeezing your friend's hand. "I really needed this."

---

"You know what else you need?" your friend asked about twenty minutes later. Her words beginning to slur, her lipstick smearing. "A good f---." 

You covered her mouth before she could finish the word. Your eyes were wide and you were sure you were blushing. You, too, were starting to feel a bit tipsy. But, unlike your friend, you got tired when you drank. 

"I'm going to get another drink," you said, wanting to escape the smirk that had broken out across your friend's face. 

You walked backward for a couple steps, despite the fact you weren't drunk yet, you stumbled and fell backward. You landed straight into the lap of a stranger, who luckily caught you, his arm around your back. 

You felt yourself blush as his dark eyes made contact with yours. His white hair partially covered them, but you could still feel his glazed gaze boring into you.

"A drink?" he asked. "All you had to do was ask." 

A smirk broke out across his face, not unlike Eunji who winked at you from a couple of barstools away. 

---

Eunji (11:01 pm): I think he's an idol.

You looked across the bar at your friend who had ordered some food to sober up. 

You (11:01 pm): I don't think so. He doesn't seem like an idol.

Eunji (11:02 pm): Who else would dye their hair white?

You (11:03 pm): I don't know. Does it matter?

Eunji (11:04 pm): Only if you care that you're about to hook up with an idol. 

You rolled your eyes and turned your phone to silent. 

---

You stifled a moan as he kissed your neck and you fiddled with your keys, trying to unlock your front door. You eventually managed to turn the key into the lock and the two of you practically fell inside your apartment. 

"What about Eunji?" you asked, as he closed the door and pushed you against it. 

"The bartender's going to take her home," he answered. "Don't worry."

He kissed your lips this time, effectively shutting you up and smearing your lipstick on his own lips. His hands roamed up and down the fabric of your dress. But, he was patient, he didn't just rip the fabric off you like Minki would've. 

"Only tonight," you said, your voice breathy. 

"Only tonight," he repeated. 

The promise you'd made each other before you'd left the bar. Neither of you wanted a relationship, rather proof that you could still be loved. 

His lips roamed back down to your neck, it seemed to be his favorite spot. Somehow you managed to collapse onto the couch, wrapping your legs around his waist. You dug your heels into his hips and laughed. 

"What?" he asked, smirking against your collarbone. 

"I forgot my shoes at the bar."

He pulled his lips away from your skin. His hand reached up and moved your hair off your shoulders and out of your face. 

"Good, means I won't have to take them off." 

---

Yoongi woke up the next morning. He glanced over at your sleeping form. He smiled and reached to move the hair from your face, but his fingers stopped midway, remembering the promise you'd made each other the night before. Only tonight.

He got up and collected his clothes. His phone was still in the pocket of his jeans, nearly dead. He slipped on his jeans and glanced down at his phone. 

"Shit," he mumbled, seeing the multiple text messages from his band members asking where he was and telling him he was late for practice. He shot a quick text to Namjoon explaining that he was on his way. 

Yoongi quietly walked out of the bedroom and closed the front door, trying not to wake you up. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black mask that he kept on him in case he needed to walk in public without too much notice.

He slipped into the crowd. He placed his hands in his pockets and looked around, hoping to eventually catch a taxi. But, just in case someone had followed him, he wanted to get as far from your apartment as possible before he hailed a taxi.

The heartbreak from the day before seemed to have dulled inside him. It was still there--it probably always would be--but it wasn't ruling his thoughts anymore. He smiled as he thought back to the night before, seeing you dance so well, even though you had been reluctant to. When he'd originally spotted you across the bar, he decided to ignore you, but when you landed in his lap; a little tipsy, your hair just the right amount of messy, and your bare feet swinging just above the ground, he couldn't resist you.

With each block, Yoongi felt an odd sensation in his chest. It wasn't heartbreak, it was something else. Something he couldn't describe and something he'd never felt before. It didn't hurt at first, but after a couple more blocks, he stopped, clutching at his chest. 

He breathed heavily, his thoughts racing, trying to find some sort of explanation. He managed a few more labored steps before collapsing on the sidewalk.

---

Yoongi opened his eyes. He looked down at the IV in his arm and glanced over at Taehyung who sat beside his hospital bed. 

"Yoongi! You're awake!" the boy said. 

Taehyung immediately stood up and yelled out into the hallway. Yoongi could hear the rushing of his band members as they barreled down the hallway towards his room. 

"What happened?" Yoongi asked, as soon as they were in the room. "I just remember walking and then my chest hurt."

"You collapsed," Namjoon said. "They brought you here in an ambulance. The doctor told us it wasn't a heart attack, but said he didn't want to explain anything until you were awake." 

The boys fell silent as the doctor and Bang PD walked into the room. BTS scrambled to the far side of the room, allowing the doctor to examine Yoongi. 

"It would appear," the doctor started. "You are very lucky man. Not many people find their soulmate in this world." 

"What?" Yoongi and the members said at once. 

"When someone meets their soulmate, choosing to leave them behind can be deadly for both parties. The only reason you aren't experiencing pain right now is because you don't have a choice in where you are." 

"Wait, so how am I supposed to live my life then?" Yoongi asked. 

"It's complicated," the doctor answered. "There shouldn't be a reaction for anything work-related for either of you. However, you will have to remain in close proximity to each other in your free time. That's not to say you will have to spend every waking moment together, but..."

"We need to know who this girl is, Yoongi," Bang PD continued. "If you want your career and your life to continue, we have to find her." 

---

"So, you're saying the guy I met last night? He's my soulmate?" you asked, once the doctor had explained everything. 

"Most likely," the doctor said. "It is extremely important we find out for sure, though. It is a matter of life and death." 

You took a deep breath, allowing the weight of everything to fall on your shoulders. It was supposed to be a one night stand. Only tonight.

You weren't supposed to discover your supposed soulmate. What would that even mean? You hardly knew the guy! How did your body somehow know he was the one? 

Eunji was sitting in the corner. You could tell she still had a headache from the night before, but when you'd called her in a panic, she'd still managed to rush over to your apartment and find you passed out, eggs black and burnt on the stove.

"I don't even know his name," you said, looking down. "I--I don't know how we'll find him." 

"Well," the doctor said. "There's only one other person in the city who has been admitted for finding their soulmate today..." The doctor trailed off and pointed up at the TV where a news report was talking about how a famous idol had met his soulmate, but that they needed to find her. 

Eunji looked at you, her eyes wide, the news sobering her up immediately. She reached out for your hand. 

"Fuck," she said, "you're Min Yoongi's soulmate."

My Mom’s Pregnancy & What Happened

This week has been among one of the worst of my life. A variety of factors within my personal and professional life contributed to this. However, the thing that took the cake was that my mom got pregnant.

Allow me to explain.

While in almost every other circumstance, my mom getting pregnant would be a happy occasion. While edging close to 50, it wouldn’t be impossible for her to carry a healthy baby to term without issue. There’s only one problem. My mom doesn’t have a uterus.

When I was a kid, my mom had a hysterectomy where her uterus was removed to treat endometriosis and other issues. Her ovaries and Fallopian tubes were left, however, my mom had had her tubes tied some years before.

In every way, it should’ve been nearly impossible for my mom to get pregnant. And, since she did not have a uterus for the embryo to implant itself, the pregnancy was ectopic.

Ectopic pregnancies refer to when a baby implants itself in a structure other than the uterus. This most common occurs in the Fallopian tubes, which is where my mom’s pregnancy was.

Ectopic pregnancies are extremely dangerous. The two main risks are: 1). The ovary or tube bursting causing massive amounts of internal bleeding and causing the person to bleed to death 2). Sepsis which is where an infection reaches the bloodstream. Sepsis often comes with a 50% chance of survival.

My mom had been feeling tired and off for a few weeks. This past week she began to vomit and even remarked to my stepdad, “This feels like the morning sickness I had with [my brother’s name].” She eventually felt bad enough that she went to the doctor.

The baby survived almost to 16 weeks. Nearly 4 months. That is absolutely insane for an ectopic pregnancy. By the time the pregnancy was discovered, the placenta was gone. Doctors believed that the baby had a placenta at one point, or else the baby would have died long before.

The baby had no chance of survival. While alive for a short time after discovery, the baby died within a day. Since the baby had no chance, the doctors told my mom to abort the baby since he was going to die anyway. The medication would not be available for a day.

The baby, who we found out was a boy, died before my mom took the medication. However, unlike a traditional miscarriage, due to my mom’s altered anatomy, she still needed to take the medication to remove the baby from her body. If she did not, she risked either her tube bursting or sepsis.

Doctors gave her large doses of antibiotics to prevent infection and sepsis. At this point on the second day after the baby died, my mom’s tube was about to burst.

My mother is one of the strongest people I know. She was a single mom for most of my life, a breast cancer survivor, survived and dealt with four decades of emotional abuse, and always worked hard to give my brother and I a good life.

This is the most broken I have ever seen her. When I was finally able to come and stay with her, she told me about how she cried when the cashier asked her how she was, had to leave the grocery store when she saw a mom buying diapers, and she still believes this is somehow her fault.

My mom is physically improving everyday. She is still on a 4000mg dose of antibiotics (that is inordinately high) which is taking a toll on her body. She still feels pain and gets tired. But she’s getting better.

Mentally, she still can’t see kids too much. She is still crying a lot. But, I have been able to provide her comfort that I feel only a daughter and other woman can provide. Normally, my mom lives only with my stepdad and brother. I think having another woman in the house who can understand this on a level they cannot has been helpful.

For me, this was scary. I almost lost my mom to breast cancer when I was young. While I was not aware of it at the time, I still think everyday about the cancer returning. I am especially close with my mom and the thought of losing her, especially to something like this, made me want to burn the world down.

I thought of the people who would value the life of her dead baby over her. How they would condemn her to death along with her child. I wish I could erase the guilt my mom feels. I wish I could erase the pain and the hurt. I wish this never would’ve happened.

For a few days, even after taking the medication, the situation was tenuous. My mom had a fever and her tube was on the cusp of bursting. She could’ve been rushed into emergency surgery at any minute. As someone with anxiety already, I found myself the closest to a mental breakdown than I have for years.

The one person I cannot lose in this world is my mom. And I almost did.

It is going to take some time for my family and I to recover from this. We are planning a memorial for the baby and need some time to allow our mental health to improve.

For me personally, I am looking into psychiatric evaluation, more extensive therapy, and possibly medication. While I have been working towards all those things for a month or so now, this made it an absolutely necessity.

I truly hope that none of you experience this. My mom had no choice but to let the baby die. We had no choice but to wait and watch and hope my mom’s condition would improve.

Please be patient with me as I take some time off from writing. Thank you 💜

Alyce

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