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DANIELA CRUZ laid in the hospital bed, as she struggled through contractions and labor pains. Cane was sitting in a chair beside her bed, as he held her hand. Daniela squeezed his hand, tightly, as she winced in pain.
Daniela was officially in labor and the baby was excepted to be delivered in a few hours. She had been calling Tariq repeatedly, but, he still hadn't answered, yet. However, Cane was there to support and comfort her.
"Fuck." Daniela groaned, placing a hand on her belly bump. "Do you want me to get you some more ice?" Cane offered. "No, it's okay. Thank you, though." Daniela replied. "Anything I can do to help?" Cane asked.
"Cane, you don't gotta stay with me. You can go, if you need to." Daniela said. "And leave you by yourself? Nah, I'm staying here." Cane protested. "Tariq will be here, soon." Daniela told him, and he scoffed.
"Then I'll leave, whenever he gets here." Cane said. "I don't think Tariq would like you being here, with me." Daniela admitted. "And? That's on him. He should've been here for you." Cane said, making her sigh, deeply.
"Look, I'm not going anywhere. The streets can wait. You're way more important, right now." Cane stated. "Thank you." Daniela smiled. "Of course. I told you I always got you, right? I mean that." Cane replied. "I see that." Daniela remarked, blushing.
Cane leaned down and kissed her forehead, as he continued holding her hand. Daniela looked up and grinned at him, causing him to wink at her. Dr. Nina walked in the room, causing Cane and Daniela, to give their attention.
"Hey, Daniela. We haven't been able to get in contact with Tariq, yet, but we'll keep trying. We still have ways to go, before your delivery, so I'm sure he still make it in time." Dr. Nina stated.
"Thank you." Daniela responded, nodding her head.
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TARIQ ST. PATRICK fluttered his eyes open, as he felt the sun beaming on his face, from a window in his room. He rubbed his head, as he realized he was laying on the floor. Tariq sat up and saw Anya, who was sitting on his bed, and putting her clothes back on.
"What, you leaving already?" Tariq asked. "Mhm." Anya answered. "Can I at least get your number or something?" Tariq asked. "Look, you're cute and all, but let's not make this thing anything more than what it was. I had fun, though." Anya remarked, as she giggled.
"Sheesh. I mean, yeah, me, too. Throwing another party, if you wanna bring your girls or anything. I'll send you the addy. Maybe we could do this again." Tariq told her, as he handed her his phone and she typed her number in it.
