Baby Jana Pt8 -ex Webe Model Allison- -

Jana cooed.

But today, she wasn’t thinking about the past. Today, she was thinking about the tiny, gurgling bundle in the bassinet beside her. Baby Jana Pt8 -Ex Webe Model Allison-

Allison closed the door, leaned against it, and exhaled. Jana looked up at her, calm now, as if she understood that her mama had just won a war she didn’t even know was being fought. Jana cooed

Allison stiffened. She wasn’t expecting anyone. Peeking through the peephole, her blood ran cold. It was him . Marcus. The photographer who had leaked her private content three years ago, the man who had nearly destroyed her career. He looked older, thinner, but his smile was the same snake-oil grin. Allison closed the door, leaned against it, and exhaled

"I know you’re in there, Allison," he called through the wood. "Relax. I’m not here for you. I’m here for the baby."

The doorbell rang.