For: @andreacurry30
Having a child at a young age was not always an easy thing to do, but parents of any age always had troubles handling their children sometimes.
Right now Stephen and Isaiah were in the living room watching TV while I cooked dinner. Things seemed to be going just fine until I heard a scream.
I jumped in fright accidentally cutting my finger with the knife I was using, "shit." I groaned in pain quickly wrapping my hand up with a paper towel to go see what was going on.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Mommy, it hurts," Isaiah cried as Stephen tried picking him up.
"What hurts, sweetie?" I grabbed Isaiah from Stephen's arms and held him in mine completely ignoring my injury.
"My arm," he whimpered into my shoulder.
"What happened?" I turned to Stephen while he glanced away from me looking guilty.
"I don't know. I kind of fell asleep." He murmured so low I barely heard him.
I glared at him trying my best to keep calm. "What happened to you, baby?" I asked Isaiah.
"My arm hurts," he cried to the point he was almost wailing. I bit my bottom lip becoming concerned. I was hoping that it was not anything serious.
With my free hand I touched his arm, "does this hurt?" He nodded his head and flinched from the pain.
My heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach. I was scared that he had broken his arm.
"Steph, get the car we're going to the hospital." I wasn't in the mood to deal with Stephen since he was supposed to be watching Isaiah and he had been sleeping.
We both rushed outside and to the car. While Steph opened up the car I put Isaiah in his baby seat. Being in the rush that we were in as I slammed the back door I accidentally slammed my cut finger into the door as well.
"Son of a biscuit," I all but screamed clutching my finger tightly in my other hand. Today was not my day and my poor finger was just being beaten up all types of ways.
"Babe, you okay?" Stephen asked opening up the door.
I ground my teeth together and put on a real big smile. "I'm peachy, babe."
Stomping over to my side of the car I quickly hopped in and examined my finger. I grimaced in disgust my finger looked like it had been through hell and back. As if the cut wasn't already bad enough it was like the wound had opened up and was bleeding excessively.
"That doesn't look good," Stephen pointed out making me want to scream.
"Just drive," I spoke as calmly as I could. If Isaiah was not in the car I would have went off on Stephen. He nodded before pulling out of the driveway and rushing to the hospital.
I sighed and leaned back in my chair. "How you doing back there, buddy?" I asked a sniffling Isaiah.
"My arm hurts," he repeated once again.
"I know, buddy. We're going to get you to the hospital so they can take away the pain." I told him looking back at him with sympathy.
Once we arrived at the hospital Stephen jumped out of the car and grabbed Isaiah. With me in tow we quickly ran into the hospital entrance.
The nurse at the front desk jumped in fright as we rushed to her station. "My son broke his arm," I spoke quickly.
She stared at me wide eyed before nodding, "um, okay. A doctor will be with you in a moment, if you'd have a seat." She smiled nervously at us before we went to sit down.
A couple of minutes later we were sitting outside of the room waiting on our son to get an x-ray. "This is all your fault," I whispered looking over at Steph.
"I know. I'm sorry I shouldn't have fallen asleep." Stephen guiltily replied.
I frowned at him before looking at the wall in front of me.
"That looks really bad. Are you okay?" Stephen picked up my hand examining my finger. I gagged a little seeing all the dried up blood on my finger.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I shrugged nonchalantly acting like my finger was not hurting at all.
A couple of seconds later the doctor came out with Isaiah in tow. "Look, mommy." Isaiah grinned showing his bright pink cast off.
"Wow, what a nice color." I grinned back at him.
Stephen chuckled from beside me, "I'm digging that pink." I rolled my eyes at his silliness.
"I think my wife needs one too," Steph said shortly after.
The doctor turned to look at me and I lifted my finger in response. He nodded his head in understanding and told me to follow him.
About an hour later Steph, Isaiah and I were on our way home. Both Isaiah and I had on bright pink matching casts.
Once we arrived home we all walked into the living room. "What's this?" I questioned Stephen and Isaiah picking up a flattened out cardboard box.
Isaiah smiled sheepishly at me, "I was sliding down the stairs on it when I fell off and rolled down the stairs."
I placed my hand on my head squeezing my temple. "If you weren't asleep this wouldn't have happened." I told Stephen.
"I'm sorry, Andrea. I really didn't mean to fall asleep. Look on the bright side at least he wasn't seriously injured." Stephen apologized trying to hug me.
I turned away from him. "Whatever."
Stephen grabbed me from behind pulling me into a hug. He placed a kiss on my shoulder, "come on, babe. You know you aren't angry."
I laughed slightly at him and rolled my eyes, "you right."
I turned around to face him and just as we were about to kiss a crash came from the kitchen.
"Oops," Isaiah said.
Stephen and I shared a look before we both screamed, "Isaiah!"
He giggled in response to hearing us yell. "I'm sorry."
I couldn't help but laugh, what were we going to do with him?
Sorry this took so long to write I have been soooooo busy!! I kind of switched up the idea a little bit I'm sorry I just thought of this and had to write it. I hope yall like it regardless though. If you happen to want an imagine tell me your name, ball player, and scenario. thanks! Does anyone even read these or am I basically writing to myself?
