Pregnant I left him To His First Love by Collins Patrick

Chapter 133

Chapter 133

"Miss Leila, we really cannot keep tolerating this, if this happens again, we'll have to suspend or worse, expel your daughter from the school. We have a zero tolerance policy for violence among students," the principal of the Bayview Pack preparatory school says to Leila

in her office.

Leila frowns and turns to the innocent looking sweetheart chewing on her pineapple candy absentmindedly, dangling her feet from the chair and humming a song to herself.

"We'll do our best to make her understand that," she says to the principal before turning to her daughter, Amara. "Apologise to Mrs. Keaton, dear."

"I'm sorry Mrs. Keaton, for beating up my classmates who tried to bully me."

"Good girl," Leila replies sharply, "and what do we do next time it happens?"

"Report to the right authorities," Amara drawls on her words nonchalantly and Leila chuckles softly, apologising to the principal and takes her out of the office.

"I shouldn't have apologised mama," Amara kicks an empty can of water as they walk to the car park.

Leila looks at her daughter and sighs, her child is the sweetest little munchkin but she has quite the temper and for a child only four years old, she has the strength of a twelve year old, easily able to lift things three to four times her weight, despite not being old enough to have a wolf yet.

face, her blue eyes

with or without reason, but

yet curious expression on

hair as she stands up. "Well you heard Mrs. Keaton honey, we

Awwww

post anus

almost whispering her words and Leska's

away and blinks back the tears tugging her eyes before she

you do

know and I told them uncle Key is my papa but they said he cannot be my uncle and my

"Hey! Little dove!"

leaning against,

from Leila's side, much to Leila's relief and she runs towards Kelvin with the brightest smile

her in the air making

"Mama, look, I'm flying."

fills her heart. The bond between Kelvin and Amara is

him, neither her nor Amara would be here today if it wasn't for

and Kelvin refused her hiring a babysitter,

little dove," Leila says in a coy tone to Kelvin, putting Amara's backpack and her handbag

have been replaced," Kelvin replies, kissing Amara's cheek and the little girl blushes before she stretches her tiny hands and cups her mother's face, smiling at her. "Don't worry old mama, you are mama dove, uncle Kev is papa dove and I am a little dove, a