Andre POV
Shit just breathe man, I told myself as I rushed inside by her aid. I can tell she was in shock because she didn't move or say anything. She just sat there holding her stomach and touching the inside of her legs to see if water really broke.
"Tiffany baby, we got to get you to a hospital."
"Oh my god. This is really happening." I heard her mumble to herself.
"Yeah it is and we got to go-" I was cut off by her making a loud grunting noise while crouching over holding her stomach.
Hearing her sound like that made me go into panic mode even more. It even made me a jump a little.
"Dre get my baby bag please from my room and get Brooke too."
I nodded rushing to the back room. I looked all over her room even knocking down some things in the process while looking for her bag. Where the hell could that thing be. I thought while looking all over her room.
After what seem like forever in finding it. I found it in a Nike duffle bag in the back of her closet. After retrieving the bag I went into to Brooke room to see her sleeping in her bed. She had the cover over her head. I heard her loud snoring.
And she wanna call me a dog, I said to myself.
I shook my head and snatched the cover of her body.
She was still sleeping.
I yelled out her name. "Brooke."
She jumped up looking at me like she was lost.
"What the hell is you doing here bitch boy."
She just woke up and was already talking shit.
"Listen we don't have time for that. Tiffany's going into labor."
She hopped up tuning to her closet to put her shoes and jacket on.
"Oh my goodness. I'm so not ready for this. What do I do?" She asked with a trembling voice following me into the living room.
"First we get her to a hospital." I shook my head.
I walked in the living shock to see him out of all people here. What I wanted to know was why?
He was standing beside her holding her up as she was bending over breathing in and out repeatedly. To me it looked like he was coaching her or some shit and if that was anybodys it should have been mine.
"Yo Micheal what you doing here." He looked at me with shock. I bet he didn't think he'd ever see me here again so I can understand the look.
He could barely talk. "Uh.. she's in labor so I came to help." He replied as if that was answering my question.
I looked at Tiff and I could tell she was in pain because she barely spoke and I could see it all over her face. My baby was hurting and I couldn't do nothing but get her to a place where she needs to be.
I waved him off bringing her to my car. She squeezed my arm getting in the passenger side. She looked at me as if I didn't get her to a hospital now she would kill me. That looked motivated me to hurry up and pick up my pace.
"Yo Dre I'm riding with you." Brooke said hopping in the back.
I nodded and started the car.
After twenty long minutes of making phone calls to our moms we finally made it there. I brought her in and told them she was going into labor. One of the nurses brought down a wheelchair for her.
