Nicki's POV.
"Ready to see Daddy, Trey?"
The little boy looked up at me with bright eyes and nodded quickly with a big smile.
I smiled back at him and continued to climb the stairs to the 2nd floor to get to Treyvons hospital room.
Taking the elevator would be too risky, seeing as I know people are looking for his son and they know what he looks like.
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"Why Dada have does makinnes (machines) on him?"
"They're helping him get better." I simply said to the curious little boy.
I admired Trey's appearance.
He even makes laying in a hospital bed look sexy.
His hair was sprawled out on the side on his pillow, he looked glorious.
I gently caressed the side of his face, his skin looked lightly pale but it didn't even faulter his gorgeous features.
"Why is daddy sweeping?"
Little Trey poked his father's hand in a weak attempt to wake him up but I stopped him.
"Don't do that brat!"
He looked up at me with sad eyes like he was about to cry and I rolled my eyes.
Children are so emotional I swear.
"Don't cry sweetie, I'm sorry." I gave him a reassuring smile and he perked up a bit and turned to watch his father again.
Treyvon.. My sweet Treyvon.I kissed his nose.
"Time to wake up." I mumbled softly.
I pulled out a syringe of adrenaline out from my bag and injected some into his IV.
I read online methods like this can be used to wake up a comatose patient, although can be deadly, but its a risk I'll have to take.
"Trey, your daddy will be up soo- Trey?"
I looked around the room for the boy but to no avail.
SHIIITTT.
He's going to screw up my plans.
I hit my head repeatedly.
No matter. I'll just have to do plan B.
A tear dropped from my face onto Trey's pale arm, which was twitching as a result of the adrenaline now pumping throut via system.
I smirked, placing the gun against his temple.
"Time to come back baby."
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Treyvon's POV.
I felt weak and like crap.
Memories of the accident replayed within my subconscious as a constant reminder of my idiocy.
Being trapped within the mind is..damn near irritating.
The darkness was over bearing, but I was too weak to wake myself up.
Then I felt it.
That sudden rush of energy.
I pushed myself to open my eyes. I wanted to see my son, my wife, no matter how mad I was, that's still my baby.
After what felt like forever, I had successfully opened my eyes, blinking rapidly for a second to adjust to the bright lights shining in my face.
I looked around to see if Lusha was here, but she wasn't. I saw someone.
Oh, it's just Nicki.... Wait hold the fuck up, NICKI?
"You're awake I see. I've missed you my love." She told me and I grimaced. Her tone was sickening.
"Ni-...wha.." My throat felt dry as hell.
"Shh, don't try to speak baby. It's alright."
I glanced to the side of my head through the corner of my eye to see ...
Her holding a gun to me.
My heart beat quickened slightly.
"Calm down Trey. We wouldn't want to alert any doctors now would we?"
Yes bitch that's exactly what WE want.
She handed me a glass of water, with a twisted smile on her face.
Should I even drink that? Bitch might of spit in it, hell nah. I ain't want no aids.
I shook my head and sat upwards, slowly due to certain aches around my lower back and abdomen.
"You should be thanking me. I brought you back."
I held up my hand to make her shut the fuck up as I spoke slowly.
"Bitch, you making it sound like I was dead. Calm yo excited ass down Nicki, what are you doing? Holding gun to my head now?"
Her smile dropped.
"Where is my family?"
She frowned.
"Why do you love her so much? She hasn't done anything but tie you down Trey. I could give you so much more."
"No, you can't. She is my wife. Just her breathing gives me enough and you won't compare to her in a million years. Stop this Nicki."
Her arm trembled and I got more nervous that the gun would go off.
Lord, don't make me die at the hands of a crazy ass bitch.
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Nicki in the MM
