Time Will Tell(Completed)

Chapter 16

Okay you guys I have changed Jaylon's character to Michael Ealy because I think its easier to picture him as Jaylon! Jaylon fine ass in the MM 😩😍😭 okay now on with the update 😋

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"Sometimes People Aren't Who They Portray Themselves To Be."

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Jaylon

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Once I got to the hospital, I seen Lauren and her other friends sitting down crying and praying

I went and sat down and all eyes were on me.

So many thoughts ran through my head as to how could this have happened.

I tried to remain calm but my nerves were shot.

We can't seem to stay out of the freaking hospital. We always here.

A female doctor with yellow gloves on and a mask around her neck came out of the back "Whitney Johnson?"

We all stopped and rushed over to her.

"She is okay but it seems that the two girls got to fighting and the girl kicked Whitney in the lower stomach and we had to do an emergency c-section. The survival rate of the child is uncertain because she is premature but Whitney is okay."

"Thank God! Tete said

"Oh we gone thank him, just wait until I find the wanch that beat up my sister." Lauren said raising up her sleeves.

"Calm down hot head" I said popping her forehead "When can we see her?"

"Lemme get her situated in NICU then we will get that scheduled." The doctor said smiling.

"I need the father of the child though. I need to discuss some paper work."

Everyone looked at me.

"What?" I asked

"Sir are you the father?"

I sighed and stepped forward, "Yeah I'm father."

"Okay well I just need you to sign these forms. Don't worry, they just give us the legal rights to do whatever we can in order to save your daughter. If not then you're basically telling us to stop giving her medical care and let her die." She said holding the pen.

I grabbed the pen so fast she started laughing at me.

"You're such a great father." She patted me on the back and walked away.

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Whitney

I laid in my hospital bed crying my eyes out. My head was pounding and my face was puffy and red.

I woke up about 15 minutes ago and immediately I checked my stomach.

I felt the stitches and I knew I had a c-section.

I was two seconds from having a panic attack because I just knew I was reliving my dreadful past again.

I knew deep in my heart that I had lost another child.

I was crying so hard I didn't notice the doctor coming in the room.

"Whitney?"

I hiccuped and removed my hands from over my eyes and looked to see my doctor.

"Why are you crying?" He asked pulling off his glasses

"Where is my baby? Is she okay? What happened to her? Is she safe?" I questioned him.