THIRTY-NINE

GEMMA AND ISSAC'S CONVERSATION

"Is my mom sick?" She asked, Issac gulped, slowing down. He would have hit the brake but could have made it suspicious. He tightened his grip on the steering. She wasn't sick. it was just bad news for Gemma right now.

"Gemma, you should really stop worrying. She said she's fine... Who am I to know?"

"Then what did you and Abram discuss?" She asked

I told you, he asked me to take care of you..." He says.

"Fine... That's all right? You ain't lying?" Gemma asked, Issac managed to plaster an awkward smile, he was mendacious at the moment, but he didn't have a right to break the news to her, he didn't hesitate to fake a smile. Abrams shouldn't have told him. He regretted having to lie to her.

"That's all," he says, Gemma leaned forward, staring and smiling at him. Her eyes were filled with excitement.

NOW.

"I'm pregnant," Marbella says, a glint of shock flashing through Gemma's face. She wrinkled her eyebrows stupefied by her words. "Abram