My name ain't Stella....

[jawi876 2]

U luv suss too much Jaws

Claire u no easy wid u freaky self..ahahah..but mi understand cause just a rub mek mi jump hubby especially whe nhe 1st came

JOnsie hunny mi feel ur pain darlin...mi know wah u a feel..except mi did inna one hospital bed a wait...hush mama...baby soon come all wrapped and ready for x-mas ...good luck girl

Ah lie! Mi nuh love suss.

[jawi876 2]

Tradee: Yuh brite eehhn? Nuh chat phockery inna mi aize mi gyal. Gwaan look a doctor…mi ah wheel har come!

Mya: Travis? Where are we? What’s going on? Is…is my…I mean…is our baby okay?

Tradee: Don’t worry baby. We are at the hospital now. Everything is going to be okay. Mya I love you. I’m so sorry. I love you Empress. Just rest. Everything criss. The doctor soon come.

Nurse? Where is the doctor? My wife and baby need a doctor right yereso.

Nurse: Right dis wey sar. The doctor will see oonu now. Missus, we need yuh tuh fill out some forms and tings. Do you have insurance?

Mya: Um…yes ma’am. I-I. Travis, can you get my wallet?

Tradee: Don’t fret Mya. I’ll take care of it. Baby, just focus on you and our baby okay.

Mya: I’m scared baby. I’m so sorry! What if…oh God Travis…what if?

Tradee: Hush puttus! Nuh worries. Everyting criss. De docta gwaan tek care of oonu alright?

Mya: Oh no! Travis. We have to call Toya and Fitz. Where is my phone?

Tradee: Nuh worries babes. Hush Empress. Mi ago tek care of ie zeen?

Nurse: Right dis wey Mister umm.

Tradee: Call mi Rasta.

Nurse: Eehhnn. *kiss teet* *Mumbling under her breath* Rastas gwaan like dem nuh have nuh broughtsupy! Chat bout call mi Rasta. Ah yuh lass name call so? Rude an out of order! Cha! Mi knoa yuh bax har dung, har nuh slip and fall.

Tradee: Low mi mi gyal. Where de docta?

[Forever Young 1]

for all those missing their man

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that is crazy

Jengs...THAT IS CRAZY!!! And a likkle creepy!

Bless,

Gill

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Mi tell u bout dem jamaican nurse yah..fiesty a no di word...ahhaaa....

That pillow thing is creepy...ahahhahaa

[jawi876 2]

Mya: Travis, I’m okay. We can go. I’m sure it’s nothing. I’m sorry.

Nurse: So Missus Rasta. Yuh care tuh tell mi what appened tuh yuh? Yuh husband Mista Rasta tell mi dat yuh fall dung a flight of stairs.

Mya: Whaat? No, I never fell down a flight of stairs. I’m not mentally challenged you know. I was sitting right here when you asked him what happened. I was clumpsy and had a small fall. Our visit is purely precautionary because we just found out from a home pregnancy test that we may be expecting.

Nurse: Eh..Eh! Woooiiieee. We? We…so im carry wan pickney right yereso tuh? *kiss teet* *in a low barely audible voice* Bwoy farrin ooman gwaan like dem foolfool...chat bout we expecting. Mi neva see nuh man whaa can carry a baby inna im belly same wey as oomans. Cha!

Tradee: Mi gyal…mi neva wan fe tell yuh agen. Gwaan wid yuh bad mindness. I and I nuh have time fe phockery and slackness. Yuh facety eeh. Whaa jealous ah lick yuh? Whaa mek yuh gwaan so like fowl nyam yuh suppa?

[jawi876 2]

Doctor Ruben: Eh-llo…I’m Doctor Ruben. I specialize in Internal Medicine, and pretty much everything that passes through this medical center. So what seems to be the problem?

Tradee: Greetings frum de all high…Haile Selassie. My name is Travis McCoy, and my Empress…uhm…I mean my fiancée and I took a home pregnancy test last night. We found out that she was expecting my child, and this morning she took a fall in the bedroom. She was complaining about stomach pain, and now nothing. Is she alright? Please tell me that she and my baby are okay.

Doctor Ruben: Ehhmmm. I see. Is that right. Okay. Well, the first thing I must tell you is that we need to do another pregnancy test to ensure that it was not a false reading. Missus ?, did you notice any bleeding or spotting?

Mya: Summers. Mya Summers. I haven’t checked. Travis, my fiancé, picked me up and rushed me here. I feel fine after the initial shock of the fall.

Doctor Ruben: Okay. Well, let’s clear the room and you can put on a robe for the examination. Nurse, please bring Ms. Summers a robe to change into. Mr. McCoy, I’m going to have to ask you to wait outside as I do the examination; I assure you that it is purely precautionary and standard procedure.

Mya: NO! I mean, doctor I need him here with me. This is all strange for me, and I can’t do this alone. It’s okay. I don’t mind if he witnesses the exam. Please!

Doctor Ruben: Well, I guess if you are positive. I don’t see a problem with him staying.

Tradee: Mya baby, I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here. I love you babes.

Mya: I love you too Travis. *Mya grabs Tradee’s hand as she reclines on the examination table.*

The doctor and nurse work quietly side-by-side as the doctor draws four vials of blood. He directs Mya on lying low on the table and placing her heels in the stirrups. He explains that he will be examining her uterus, tubes, ovaries and cervix.

Doctor Ruben: Okay, Ms. Summers. I’m all done here. You can get dressed, and I will be back shortly with the results. Are you comfortable? Do you need anything?

Tradee: How long before we know something sir?

Mya: Travis. Please be patient. That was rude of you. I apologize doctor. He is a little worried about me and the baby.

Doctor Ruben: *Chuckling* It’s okay. It’s actually refreshing to see a young couple so excited about starting a family. Mr. McCoy, your fiancée is okay. I will let you know shortly about the results of the blood work. Now, if you both will excuse me, you may get dressed Mya.

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Doctor Ruben: Eh-llo…I’m Doctor Ruben. I specialize in Internal Medicine, and pretty much everything that passes through this medical center. So what seems to be the problem?

Tradee: Greetings frum de all high…Haile Selassie. My name is Travis McCoy, and my Empress…uhm…I mean my fiancée and I took a home pregnancy test last night. We found out that she was expecting my child, and this morning she took a fall in the bedroom. She was complaining about stomach pain, and now nothing. Is she alright? Please tell me that she and my baby are okay.

Doctor Ruben: Ehhmmm. I see. Is that right. Okay. Well, the first thing I must tell you is that we need to do another pregnancy test to ensure that it was not a false reading. Missus ?, did you notice any bleeding or spotting?

Mya: Summers. Mya Summers. I haven’t checked. Travis, my fiancé, picked me up and rushed me here. I feel fine after the initial shock of the fall.

Doctor Ruben: Okay. Well, let’s clear the room and you can put on a robe for the examination. Nurse, please bring Ms. Summers a robe to change into. Mr. McCoy, I’m going to have to ask you to wait outside as I do the examination; I assure you that it is purely precautionary and standard procedure.

Mya: NO! I mean, doctor I need him here with me. This is all strange for me, and I can’t do this alone. It’s okay. I don’t mind if he witnesses the exam. Please!

Doctor Ruben: Well, I guess if you are positive. I don’t see a problem with him staying.

Tradee: Mya baby, I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here. I love you babes.

Mya: I love you too Travis. *Mya grabs Tradee’s hand as she reclines on the examination table.*

The doctor and nurse work quietly side-by-side as the doctor draws four vials of blood. He directs Mya on lying low on the table and placing her heels in the stirrups. He explains that he will be examining her uterus, tubes, ovaries and cervix.

Doctor Ruben: Okay, Ms. Summers. I’m all done here. You can get dressed, and I will be back shortly with the results. Are you comfortable? Do you need anything?

Tradee: How long before we know something sir?

Mya: Travis. Please be patient. That was rude of you. I apologize doctor. He is a little worried about me and the baby.

Doctor Ruben: *Chuckling* It’s okay. It’s actually refreshing to see a young couple so excited about starting a family. Mr. McCoy, your fiancée is okay. I will let you know shortly about the results of the blood work. Now, if you both will excuse me, you may get dressed Mya.

oooh im hooked on this story like a jamaican on ganja!!

[Forever Young 1]

oooh im hooked on this story like a jamaican on ganja!!

Ohhhh Shrewdie , "Et tu Brute?'...better to say 'like a Rastafarian on Ganja'...all Jamaicans don't smoke ganja. My parents are as Jamaican as they come and neither one of them has ever touched the stuff!

No worries Chica, the story is addicting!!! Coming along very NOICELY, Mistress Jaws!!

Blessed, Gill

[phatmadame81 0]

oooh im hooked on this story like a jamaican on ganja!!

Ohhhh Shrewdie , "Et tu Brute?'...better to say 'like a Rastafarian on Ganja'...all Jamaicans don't smoke ganja. My parents are as Jamaican as they come and neither one of them has ever touched the stuff!

No worries Chica, the story is addicting!!! Coming along very NOICELY, Mistress Jaws!!

Blessed, Gill

No matter how I try I can't leavethis story alone..................I have been popping in and out hoping Jawi posted something..........

I want har fi have a false positive and mek she( mya) and Travis haffi try ovah........wwwwwwwwwoooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee (sex, sex and more sex)

[Forever Young 1]

oooh im hooked on this story like a jamaican on ganja!!

Ohhhh Shrewdie , "Et tu Brute?'...better to say 'like a Rastafarian on Ganja'...all Jamaicans don't smoke ganja. My parents are as Jamaican as they come and neither one of them has ever touched the stuff!

No worries Chica, the story is addicting!!! Coming along very NOICELY, Mistress Jaws!!

Blessed, Gill

No matter how I try I can't leavethis story alone..................I have been popping in and out hoping Jawi posted something..........

I want har fi have a false positive and mek she( mya) and Travis haffi try ovah........wwwwwwwwwoooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee (sex, sex and more sex)

Bwoy maddy, yuh 'ave hit plan hout eh? Doan sound tuh bad though...especially deh "try ovah and ovah and OVAH!!!" (Shhhhh, mi like dat part tuh!!)

Gill

[clairern 0]

Me nah sey nuting cause dem we tell me seh me nuh have nuh broughtupcy :lol

[jawi876 2]

The nurse rolls her eyes at Mya ruefully, and watches Tradee with unconcealed want. She can’t believe that she has never run into him in St. Ann. She sighs loudly and leaves the room. Oh how she would love to burst their happy little baby bubble.

Mya: I don’t want to fight anymore Travis. Please. I love you, not your brother. I have never loved your brother. He told me that he either didn’t use condoms with me, or that he damaged the ones he did use. I thought I was being so careful. I feel horrible. I want this to be our baby Travis. But…but what if it really is Delmar’s child?

Tradee: Hush babes. He only tried to rattle you. You and I both know the night you got pregnant. You felt it right? I know that I did. We don’t need a DNA test to know that I’m the baby’s father.

Tradee walks up to Mya, and stands between her delicately parted legs. He kisses her tenderly. Mya warms under his ardent attention. She wraps her arms around his neck as she pulls him in closer. Soon, they are fully reclining on the examination table completely becoming engrossed in the heat of the moment.

Nurse: Eeehhhnnn? EXCUSE MI! Dis his not oonu bedroom. Mi beg yuh fe show some small level of respect and broughtupsy! Cha. The doctor asked me to advise you that he had a small emergency, and he will be in shortly.

Tradee: Eh? Missus…mi juss wan fe knoa if mi breed har. Yuh knoa de results same wey as de doctor doan? Whaa gwaan?

Nurse: Mista Rasta, mi his nuh at liberty to discuss de details of the examination. The docta soon come. *Looks around nervously* Hactually, can mi chat tuh houtside wan minute Ras?

Tradee: Yeah man. Mya mi soon come. Yuh need hennyting?

Mya: No baby. I’m just going to lie here and relax for a minute. Go ahead.

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The nurse rolls her eyes at Mya ruefully, and watches Tradee with unconcealed want. She can’t believe that she has never run into him in St. Ann. She sighs loudly and leaves the room. Oh how she would love to burst their happy little baby bubble.

Mya: I don’t want to fight anymore Travis. Please. I love you, not your brother. I have never loved your brother. He told me that he either didn’t use condoms with me, or that he damaged the ones he did use. I thought I was being so careful. I feel horrible. I want this to be our baby Travis. But…but what if it really is Delmar’s child?

Tradee: Hush babes. He only tried to rattle you. You and I both know the night you got pregnant. You felt it right? I know that I did. We don’t need a DNA test to know that I’m the baby’s father.

Tradee walks up to Mya, and stands between her delicately parted legs. He kisses her tenderly. Mya warms under his ardent attention. She wraps her arms around his neck as she pulls him in closer. Soon, they are fully reclining on the examination table completely becoming engrossed in the heat of the moment.

Nurse: Eeehhhnnn? EXCUSE MI! Dis his not oonu bedroom. Mi beg yuh fe show some small level of respect and broughtupsy! Cha. The doctor asked me to advise you that he had a small emergency, and he will be in shortly.

Tradee: Eh? Missus…mi juss wan fe knoa if mi breed har. Yuh knoa de results same wey as de doctor doan? Whaa gwaan?

Nurse: Mista Rasta, mi his nuh at liberty to discuss de details of the examination. The docta soon come. *Looks around nervously* Hactually, can mi chat tuh houtside wan minute Ras?

Tradee: Yeah man. Mya mi soon come. Yuh need hennyting?

Mya: No baby. I’m just going to lie here and relax for a minute. Go ahead.

What is it, I do not trust this woman one bit..........

[phatmadame81 0]

oooh im hooked on this story like a jamaican on ganja!!

Ohhhh Shrewdie , "Et tu Brute?'...better to say 'like a Rastafarian on Ganja'...all Jamaicans don't smoke ganja. My parents are as Jamaican as they come and neither one of them has ever touched the stuff!

No worries Chica, the story is addicting!!! Coming along very NOICELY, Mistress Jaws!!

Blessed, Gill

No matter how I try I can't leavethis story alone..................I have been popping in and out hoping Jawi posted something..........

I want har fi have a false positive and mek she( mya) and Travis haffi try ovah........wwwwwwwwwoooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee (sex, sex and more sex)

Bwoy maddy, yuh 'ave hit plan hout eh? Doan sound tuh bad though...especially deh "try ovah and ovah and OVAH!!!" (Shhhhh, mi like dat part tuh!!)

Gill

Well is the only ting mi have fi hold me and if they practise some more, I am bound to get some newness from it........

[Yaads 0]

Good afternoon all! I am just getting here Can you believe that?! Bosses are all gone at work and I thought it would be an easy stress free day but NO...every little emergency/problem that could happen does

Anyways...I am here now and the story is getting so good! That nurse is no good. I sure hope Rasta doesn't fall for anything

Jawi~ mi soon link yuh aright?

Any big weekend plans? I sure hope Jonesie has that little boy!!!