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Anxiously tapping his fingertips on his thighs, Cepheus stared at the elevator as the numbers slowly increased. He felt like they were moving excessively slow today, the number 8 taking centuries to come. Seeing the elevator doors slide open, Cepheus quickly walked off, the first person he seen being Jamila rushing down the hallway.
"Mila!" He called out, doing a light jog to catch up with her.
"Oh thank God you're here, I was wondering where the hell you was at." She spoke in relief, giving him a small hug. Nodding his head, Cepheus continued on with her down the hallway, looking around at the different people and doctors filling the space around them.
"I was sitting in the car smoking cause I ain't know what to do, but what's her room looking like? You got her in the one I paid for?" Nodding her head, Jamila showed him the picture of the room, Cepheus nodding his head in approval as he adjusted his orange hood on his head.
A couple days prior, he managed to pay a good bit of money to get her into their best delivery room that they had. She wasn't aware and he didn't want anyone to tell her because he wasn't doing it for recognition or her little praises, he just wanted her to be comfortable when it came time to deliver the baby. Whether it was his or not.
"She's in there on the verge of death, so good luck." Jamila smiled, patting his back before making her way down the hallway. Staring at her with his face twisted up, Cepheus sucked his teeth before placing his hand on the door knob.
Entering the room, he glanced around to see that it was empty, except for a tired Cassia who laid in her hospital bed. She looked exhausted, only about 2 hours into the labor process and she was just ready for the whole thing to be over. She thought she prepared herself well, considering she had already given birth before and she knew all of the proper tips to use since this was her speciality. But it seemed like all of that flew out of the window when it came time to give birth to Baby #2, Child #3.
"The hell you doing in here by yourself? I know that nigga ain't leave you while you in the middle of giving birth..." Cepheus spoke up, gently closing the room door behind him. Lazily turning her head, Cassia went to speak, but she was cut off by another contraction hitting her hard.
"Give me your hand, give me your hand." She pleaded, wildly waving her left hand in his direction while her right hand gripped the railing of the bed. Furrowing his eyebrows, Cepheus didn't hesitate to rush over and do as she asked, nearly screaming himself once he felt how tight her grip was.
"Fuck Cassia, can you let up a little bit?! Damn, bout to break a nigga hand and we ain't even do a proper greeting to each other yet." Cepheus spoke through clenched teeth, his face twisted up in discomfort until she let go of him. Her body going back into the bed while she closed her eyes and tilted her head towards the ceiling.
