Pleazer{under construction}

Chapter 35

Tyga's POV
"Can somebody please tell me what's going on?" I pleaded to the nurse.

Tears welled up in my eyes, as my breathing became heavy.

These are my children and my ex, but nobody has even informed me if something is going on.

"Mr Stevenston, can you please stay calm. Kylie and the babies need all of the support they can get right now." Nurse Rayven told me.

"Listen here, little miss Rayven, let me in that room! Those are my kids, they could be dead! Just please tell me if they're going to make it." I begged.

"Mr Stevenston, I'm not going to lie, things are not looking great right now. Kylie was a high risk pregnancy, and we warned her of things to avoid, but she was often exposed to stress and emotional pain. I don't even know exactly what is going on, and I should because I'm the midwife. But it seems that she has rather miscarried or she has gone into labour." She sympathetically said.

"How can you have a miscarriage at 7 months and if it is labour, why are they so early?"

"I honestly don't have an answer to any of those questions."

I sat pondering over this situation.  Before my brain could connect with my body, I walked into the hospital room.

I couldn't register what I saw.

Kylie was hooked up to a thousand wires, and they were all surrounding her, electrocuting her. Trying to bring her back I guess.

I looked around the room, tears glistening in my eyes, to find them: the babies. They were both alive and from what I could guess well.

I looked back at Kylie. Her body jerked up and down, time after time, but nothing happened. Then the her heart rate line went flat.

I guess this was it.

We've been through so much together but I guess this truly was the end of Kyga.

Kylie was the love of my life. She taught me how to live again and open up.

She wanted me even when the whole world shunned upon our relationship. She stayed with me even when I committed suicide. She rode with me when I wanted custody of King. She gave me my first daughter. She helped me to recovery after I was raped. She helped me realise that the made the biggest mistake of my life.

I never wanted Kylie, I needed her. She was my everything and more, and she is all I need to get by.

She was a real pleazer and did everything I ever wanted for in a woman.

I staggered over to her body, grasping her still warm hand.

She was so beautiful, even when she was dead.

I couldn't help it and I crumbled.

I cried and sobbed and screamed and shouted, but it didn't make a difference.

"Please doc, please, try just one more time." I pleaded.

"Sir, she has been clinically dead for 8 minutes. There is very minimal hope for life. But if you insist."

He then pulled out the machine, again, and positioned himself above her body. He put it on her chest, charging it at 360 and let loose.

He shocked her over and over, but she still didn't respond.

"Please Ky, just come back."

He tried once again, but we still had no results.

"Let me try" I whispered.

"Are you out of your mind? This is high-tech equipment that could tamper with not only her life but yours too." The doctor sharply spat.

I then ripped them out of his hands and stood above her.

"Kylie, please come back. You have children who need you, parents who care about you. Friends to look after you. Siblings to have fun with. And me, the person who truly loves you. I need you like how humans need air. I can't do this alone. I need you by my side. I love you baby girl, heaven isn't ready for you yet."

I then placed it on her chest, and let it get to work.

That's when it happened.

Hey babes😘 I feel like this book is slowly coming to an end, but I don't know how to finish it! I have a mini case of writers block, so if anyone has any ideas inbox me! I also love all the messages of support  I'm getting from you guys and I really appreciate it. Love you babies 😻❣