𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍.

𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘.

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❝ you gotta wake the fuck up— man! please. you gotta help me baby, help me get through this shit. i'm begging you. ❞

— APRIL TWENTY SIXTH,
ONE MONTH, TEN DAYS LATER
12:OO P.M. ᐟ

Another day. Just another day.

The hours bled into each other, indistinguishable from the ones before. The same routines. The same faces. It all seemed to repeat. The sun rose, the sun set & in between, nothing changed.

Jasiah sat in the hospital chair beside Iris's bed. On the other side, Jodie was talking with him.

Jodie visited often. Not as much as Jasiah—no one did—but as often as she could. Between working a full time 9 to 5, she made time to be here whenever she was free. Jasiah, on the other hand, worked on his own schedule, moving through life on his own terms. Because of that, they rarely crossed paths when visiting Iris. One of them would come when the other was gone. But today, they were both here.

There was nothing they could do while being here really. No amount of sitting, or talking could pull Iris from the place she was trapped in. But still, they came. They showed up for her, even if she didn't know it. Even if she never would, because they refused to let her be alone day in & day out.

"Oh my God, you did that by yourself?" Jodie asked, her brows lifting as her eyes flickered from the picture of the twin's nursery on his phone to his face.

Jasiah sat back, gripping his phone loosely, the faintest hint of pride flickering across his tired features. "Hell yea, look good don't it?" He smiled.

Jodie leaned back, crossing her arms over her chest. "You know what? You actually have good taste. It's calm, not too much. That actually looks really nice."

Jasiah smirked. "You think 'cause I'm a man I ain't got it like that?" He popped his collar with a grin. "Darling, I'm too true with this shit."

Jodie rolled her eyes but couldn't fight the small smile tugging at her lips. "Okay then, interior designer. I see you."

"Hell yea." He said, leaning back like he just won something. "I ain't half stepping with shit that got my babies' names on it. Hell you tammat'."

"She's twenty two weeks now. About four more months to go, & y'all are gonna be juggling two little babies." Jodie beamed, clasping her hands together. "I'm so excited to be an auntie!"

Jasiah smiled, leaning back. "I hope so. 'Cause you gon' need to babysit when I gotta bust mama down. I got a lot of lost time to make up for, when she ready."

Then Jodie's smile instantly dropped, her nose scrunching up in disgust. "You're sick," she muttered, shaking her head—until something clicked, & she lifted an eyebrow. "So y'all not breaking up?"