Rita POV
We were in the hospital still. Except for Chris. Chris left a while ago to get me some food. I was about to worry until he walked in with Dayci. He smiled. "I have your food and Dayci." he said. He put her down and handed me the bag from Carl's Jr. I smiled and took it.
"Thank you." then he sat the soda on the edge of the thing.
"Have you heard anything?" he asked. I shook my head. "That sucks." he sat down on the chair where Royalty was sleeping.
"Yeah. You're telling me. I was waiting on this moment since the day I met you."
"You were counting on having kids with me since the day we met?"
"Uh yeah. What were you thinking about the day we met?" I asked him. He looked at Dayci. Then back at me.
"I rather not say." he said. I smiled and looked away.
"Uh you get on my nerves."
"That's my job as a Brown. You always know a Brown that would annoy you."
"Only you."
"Charlie Brown."
"He was my favorite cartoon character." He shook his head.
"You are fucking difficult." I told him.
"Why would you say that if you know I'm not happy? You know how I feel." he said mocking Kim Kardashian. I smiled and looked out the window. It was raining lightly. "What you thinking about Ri?" He asked. I looked at him.
"You talking to me?"
"Yeah."
"Since when do you call me Ri?"
"Bitch, you're name in my phone is Ri Brown."
"Brown?"
"Yeah, you are a Brown. Forevaaaaaaa." he said like Cardi B. I laughed.
"Please. Don't." I said holding my stomach which was hurting so much from laughing already.
"Why you don't like shme? You know you love all of dis." he said. Mocking her accent.
"Stoop Christopher." I said.
"Rita Smita. Christopher can eat ya."
"Chrissss. I hate you." I said. I was trying so hard not to laugh.
"Come on, I'm hungry. Can you possibly slide me a couple of fries?" he said.
"As long as you were out, you couldn't slide yourself some fries?"
"Looky here woman, I had to get Dayci." he said.
"Looky here nigga, you went to Carl's Jr, you could've bought yaself some food."
"Look you are lucky I bought you food. I could've not gotten it."
"And I would've cut you. I haven't had anything to eat since I gave birth to your big headed son."
"Ok. Sorry babe. Can I please have a fry?" he begged. I rolled my eyes and threw him the bag. "Thank you." he said. He looked in the bag and then looked back at me. "Really nigga?" he asked. I only left me a couple of fries.
Third Person's POV
Then the doctor came in. "Ma'am, and sir."
"Yes." Rita said.
"Uh. We need to talk to you about your son."
"OK." Chris said.
"Well, he has some defects but, he will be fine later."
"Defects like.." Rita said.
"His heart will stop occasionally but, we have a machine that will help restart it. But he'll need to stay in the hospital longer."
"I'm sorry." Rita said. The doctor left. Chris looked at Rita.
"What?"
"I drank some liquor while I was pregnant." she said. Chris rolled his eyes and left out the room. taking Dayci and Royalty with him. Rita looked around. Then Chris came back in the room.
"I can't believe you did that. Not only do you hurt my son but you're hurting my fucking heart."
"I'm sorry Chris."
"How do you just drink something like that when you're pregnant when you know that you are pregnant?"
"It was by accident."
"How?"
"I didn't know until I drunk it. I was thirsty and my friend handed me a drink and it turned out to be alcohol. This was before I told anyone that I was pregnant so she didn't know."
"Why didn't you tell her, oh, I don't want alcohol. I'm not pregnant, I just don't want it. Or you could've asked what it was before you drunk it."
"I don't think that far around. I wanted something to drink. I felt relief that someone got me something to drink. I'm sorry. Chris please. Don't go."
He looked around. "Rita I don't know. But all I know is, he isn't going to be with you right now."
"What?!? He's my son. A baby needs their mother."
"Not a mother that hurt them."
"Please Chris. It was an accident."
"I have to go."
"Chris. Please. Please. I'm sorry."
He left the room. Rita looked out the window and started to cry. But then Chris came back in the room and cleared his throat. Rita looked at him.
"What?"
"I really hate doing this, I don't want to keep him from you. But, you really need to fix this." he said. "I'm sorry."
"For what? You didn't do anything."
"I can't be with you. And I still want to take care of him."
"What? Chris please. Don't do this. You don't mean it."
"Unfortunately, I do. I have to take Dayci home. See you around." he walked out again. But this time was the last time. But that wouldn't be the last time Rita would cry.
