In Love With My Sister Husband

Chapter 23

MALANI P.O.V.

I rushed through the hospital doors as my dad called me and told me my sister is in the hospital and could possibly have a miscarriage. I pulled myself out of bed and made it to the hospital.

I walked towards the room where the nurse pointed to. I could hear a bit of laughter coming from the room as I reached it. My mom sat in the chair next to her as she laid in bed. Harlem sat on the bedside with her hood her hand as they all engaged in smiling looking at the computer screen as the doctor was doing an ultrasound.

It's like every time I think my heart can't take any more it shows me that it can break a little more each time. He looked so happy to be seeing his baby on the screen.

I was about to turn around and leave but Rose saw me excitedly cheered for me to come in. I swallowed hard and forced a smile on my face as I walked into the room.

Dad said you were having a miscarriage?

Thought I was but the baby is fine just some stress! Look at your niece or nephew! She smiled hard pointing to the screen.

Congrats! You to are going to be great parents! I have to umm get back to this thing I was doing...you huh....umm glad to see your okay! I forced a smile on my face no matter how hard I was hurt.

Oh since you're here! My mom smiled standing up. I think we should go over wedding planning! My mom said so excitedly.

You hear that babe! Us, me and you together, a wedding! She said forcing it to him. He couldn't bring his self to even look at me. He knows he fucked up and nothing in the world could fix this.

I actually have to go, just umm keep me in the loop about plans! I suggested.

Wait no don't leave yet! I need my sissy! Rose begged.

You're fine you have your mom, your fiance and I'm sure dad is on his way up here.

Yeah but Malani nun of them are you. Just a few more minutes I need you! She sighed with sadness reaching out for me. I would feel super guilty leaving my sister at a time like this but this was the most painful thing I've ever endured. Holding her hand as she presented the joy of seeing the growing baby her and the man I love share. This was pure torture and I felt like I was going to die.

I gasped for air as I stepped out the room for a second. My lips trembled as I bit them to keep me from crying. I walked towards the vending machines a little but to try and get air but I let my tears slip away. I'll never have that! I sat in a chair as I tried to smooth myself from crying.

Harlem came and sat next to me and handed me some tissue. "I'm sorry Malani!" He spoke softly pulling me in to hug him. "I'm sorry!" His voice cracked a bit and he sounded like he was trying to keep his tears from coming out.

I wiped my face with the tissue and opened my purse and  handed him the pregnancy test that said "pregnant" on it. His eyes widened and filled with sorrow. "The love and affection you portrayed in there is where you want to be. Go be with her. I'll never have you like that! My abortion is set for tomorrow morning!" I got up to leave.

Wait, wait can we talk about this, this time.?

There's nothing to talk about!

Yes there is this is my baby to don't I get a say in this Malani? Don't do this!

And what? Have everyone around me judging me? You see how bad my mom talks about me! Having a baby with no dad is just fuel for her fire. Then to have my baby be a secret because you technically belong to my sister. My baby always coming second and getting the short end of the stick because you can't be a father because you are marrying my sister! How's that fair? Or I'm up with a baby day In And day out making sacrifices, can't work, because you can't be there to help Like you should be. Doctors appointments alone cause you can't be there! Going through labor and bringing a child into this world BECAUSE YOU CANT FUCKIN BE THERE! getting up in the middle of the night feeding, changing and nursing a baby alone cause you can't be there. How is that fair for me or my child? I'll never put my child in a position to think why my dad don't love me or why he spends more time over there than he do over here, constantly thinking why he or she isn't good enough. So save the bullshit Harlem, it's okay! We just aren't meant to be together or have kids!