Kennedy
Opening the front door Shoota and Lucky came rushing in brushing past me calling for my son and Hezekiah.
"Bj come on we gotta go" Hezekiah comes running down the stairs with his green backpack.
Bubbi tossed his downstairs then slide down on his belly.
"Uh uh where is y'all taking my kids?"
"Mudding" Lucky answers from the kitchen
"You can't plan to do things with my little people and not tell me"
"Kenny, you feeling better?" Hezekiah mutters walking up to me with a concerned expression
"Yeah—"
"You sick?" Shoota nudges Hezekiah and Bubbi aside, pressing his hand against my forehead and neck most likely trying to determine if I had a fever. "why didn't you tell me?"
"She been light headed too" Hezekiah adds
"I got out of bed too fast it's not a big deal"
"Game Ima stay with Ken today. You good on your own?" Shoota questions feeling the side of my face and chest, flicking his hand I took a few steps away from him.
"Yeah I'm straight" draping each other Lucky escorted the kids out the door
Closing the door Shoota dragged me upstairs to my bed, undressing he asked if I had anything to eat.
"I had a breakfast sandwich this morning" nodding I laid beside him, resting my head on his shoulder. "did you get a haircut?"
"Mhm"
"You look good"
"preciate it"
Turning away and closing my eyes I drifted off to sleep not wanting to deal with the pain in my lower abdomen.
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Shoota/Kymani
"Ky. . ."
"Hmm?" rolling onto my side laying a hand on her she whimpers at my touch. "what's wrong?"
Pulling the comforter back revealing Kennedy laying in vomit.
Hoping out the bed still half asleep searching her bathroom for a towel, once I found it I returned to the room seeing her in the same position.
"Come on" helping her into a sitting position I wiped her face clean. "lemme put some clothes on and then I'll take you to the hospital, alright?"
Inhaling sharply Kennedy nods gripping the sheets yelling in pain.
Why did her dumbass wait so long to say something?
Rushing to put my pants on and shoes I damn near tossed the room looking for my one.
When I found it I took Kennedy by the hand dragging her behind me to the car.
"How long you been feeling like this?"
"Three. . .days"
"How many time I gotta tell you to—"
"Shut the fuck up" she yells fisting my shirt leaning over the center console pushing my foot on the gas.
