Won't judge you

what's really up with us

Maurice 
Five past since we found out Cloe had the miscarriage. We haven't texted, call, face time, nothing. I haven't even. Replied to anyone, but if she text I would reply. I thought about just going to see her but Sacramento is far and I'd hate to waist my gas. Ima just see wassup with the girl. I grab my phone & open our text thread "hey how you feeling?"
She immediately replies "I'm fine"
"Should I come over?" I ask
"No!"
"Why, it's been weeks since you"
"I'm tired. And I have to work art the club tonight. You could come & see me tonight "
"That's fine. What time you on?"
"The usual"
"Ok" I text her. I get no reply

I finish my work out until King walks over to me with the leash in his mouth indicating he has to go out. "Alright boy. Come on" I say to him. I get my keys & we walk out.
Locking the bottom lock & before our jog, a female wave at me. I smile & wave back "how come I never seen you around " she asks seeing I stay right here.
"Uhh. I'm not sure. I'm right here. Always a knock " I says walking off the porch
"Mmmm. Well"
I put my headphones in & stat jogging before any other conversation was started. I like to be involved with only one female and most females see me & just wanna fuck. I understand how girls feel now, yeah I'm decent in the face with a nice body but that doesn't mean Ima just fuck everything.
I want change anyways. My apartment is small even though it's just King & I, I could use more space.

Cloe

My water broke. Just randomly broke which is crazy because I'm not supposed to even be pregnant. I rush to the car and call the hospital to alert them i'm on my way. Then I call Maurice and tell him what's going on.

When this happens to females, the baby don't come out alive or they end up being a special needs child. Lord himself knows I don't need either of those problems. I try to keep my composure and focus but the pain is killing me.

Maurice
"Cloe Smith" I say to the receptionist
"Their doing a surgery on her. You have to wait sir" she says
"Surgery? No. She's giving birth" then Cloe's friends walk in
"We're here to see Cloe Smith" the receptionist signs
"She's in surgery due to difficulties during biirth. Can you all please have a seat?"
"Is the baby okay?" I ask
The lady signs "are you the father or her family member?"
"I'm the father of the child"
Then she gets on the phone "the father of Smith's baby is here. . . Alright I'll send him"
"Him! We're her sister's" Raquel yells
"Room 604" she mouth to me so the other two couldn't see. Their so focused on yelling at her. I go to the elevator, the doors close so slow. I hit the 6 and wait. Is the baby okay? Did it make it? Did she make it? What happened to her ? Too many thoughts hit me at once. I feel my body heating up, eventually the doors open. I see a doctor waiting "father of Smith's baby?"
"Yes. Maurice Emperor"
"Right this way Mr.Emperor, I will take you too the green room. That's where we keep all the babies. Your baby is healthy, the baby was born barley breathing due to the mother stressing and the baby was chocked with the umbilical cord. So know you have an antsy baby  "
The doctor lead me to the room where all the babies are. Seconds later he comes with a baby wrapped in a blanket. The blue hat let's me know I have a son. "Here he is. Five pounds and 2oz. He was born at 8:30 this evening" he tells me
"Where is Cloe?" I ask him
"She isn't responding to our procedure. I'm afraid she won't make it if she doesn't pull through. Cloe lost so much blood and the baby almost died. We told her she had to pick between her and the child, she picked the child. So we focused on saving the little boys life instead " my heart felt as if it was crushed. Cloe needs to pull through. I can't raise a baby by myself.
"We'll keep you updated " he says
"Thank you" I say. The doctor walk off leaving me and my son.
He's awake now, He yarns and open his eyes, her eyes. He has her eye's. They are so light brown and medium sized. He looks just like her. I'd bet she would cry if she seen him. "Hey lil man" I look at him and he's looking at me. Tears fill my eye's "I'm your daddy".
"You have a mommy, she loves you so much. . . I don't know what to even name you. We heard that you wasn't here anymore so we didn't plan anything. Honestly I haven't even heard from your mother in months"
I tell him everything about me. I call him baby emperor until a name pop into my head.
Eventually he has to go back and I just sit in the room.
Hours and hours passing and still no response. The doctor finally come out with a disappointing look on his face.