Nova|
"Family of Blake Randle" a voice called. I looked up to see a man no older than 50, with slightly gray hair, standing in the front of the room. I watched as he skimmed the room before standing. I stood up treading in his direction with Kirko following suit.
"I'm assuming your his parents." He stated somewhat skeptical as his monotone voice seeped through. I simply nodded as he eyed us. "Well, follow me." He swiped his i.d. card in the door before making our way to the back. It felt like we walked and walked forever. I felt my life being sucked out of me, nothing good could come from this. The only thing I could think of was Blake. Reality started to set in, I might not leave here with my baby, my everything. I wanted to cry, but quite frankly I'm all cried out. I don't think my body could muster up the ability to produce more tears.
He led us to a room, that was plastered with creme plain walls, only a desk and three chairs, sat in this room. My shoes stuck to the bland, dark blue tile floor as I walked. I took a seat and Kirko plopped down in the seat next to me. He ran his hands over his face, I could see the tears build in his eyes, but I knew better than to think he'd let them fall. Sighing aloud he placed his hand on my thigh squeezing it a bit. The doctor sat directly in front of me on the opposite side of the chocolate wood grain desk. He flipped through the papers on his clipboard, the flipping of papers was the only thing heard. The silence was becoming unbearable to handle, I wanted to speak up but I didn't, I couldn't. Kirko cleared his throat causing him to look up. He lifted his head with a smile plastered to his face, his grayish brown mustache rested upon his top lip. I looked at him through my squinted eyes.
"Blake is fine." He finally stated causing me to blow out a sigh of relief. "Blake's iron was extremely low which caused him to pass out. He's also anemic. How often does he get a check up?" "He goes every 4 months." I stated with Kirko's eyes on me. He let my do the talking because he obviously doesn't know any of this. "I don't understand how any doctor could missed this." Doctor McKenna continued as I read his name off his tag. "So how can this be fixed?" I questioned. "There are tablets, he will have to take every morning. If you don't have anymore questions, you can go back to see him." He stated looking back and forward between me and Kirko. We let him know we had no questions, and followed him once again.
He open the room door and stepped to the side allowing us to enter, before disappearing. On entry I observed Blake's little body in the big hospital bed. I couldn't help but smile, as I watched him sleep peacefully.
|Kirko|
Treading to the opposite side of the room, I plopped down in the chair that sat adjacent to the bed. Slowly easing my hands down the armrest, my eyes landed on Blake, I watched as he slept peacefully. His mouth ajar and chest rising with every heartbeat. The sun peered in, beating its rays on his skin. Sitting up a bit, I moved my shoulders back and forth, against the hardwood chair in hopes of getting comfortable. I sighed aloud realizing that was unachievable. Darting my attention across the room my eyes fell upon Nova, who eyes were already glued to me. I let my tongue graze my lips still obtaining eye contact, tilting my hat up, scratching the crown of my head.
"You good?" I questioned. "Yeah." She croaked gently running her left hand down her right arm. I nodded my head in understanding, not pressing any further. Nova hadn't said much at all today, but I couldn't blame her. I could only imagine what was running through her head. Actually I couldn't imagine. Blake was in my life for only a short period of time, but I truthfully couldn't fathom life without him. Everything he did lightened my heart. Everything. Blake was starting to turn me soft. I silently chuckled thinking about it.
I glanced down at the rose gold, big face Rolex strapped to my wrist, realizing I had a hour and a half to get to the studio. I wasn't going, point blank period. I know the label was going to hit me with an abundance of flack. I truthfully could careless, family comes first. This rap shit isn't forever, it'll stay as long as I'm relevant, but family's forever. When all this shit goes, they'll still be here. Maybe I need a break from this shit. Just to get myself together, clear my mind a bit.
"I'm gonna' go tell them, everything's good." Nova's soft voice filled my ears as she stood up, pointing her thumb in the door's direction. I honestly forgot they were even here. "Alright." I mumbled shifting in the chair. She planted a kiss on Blake's forehead, cheek, and lips before finally leaving the room. Intently watching her thick thighs sway back and forth as she walked. The only person I could thank was Blake, he did her body good. I'm not saying there was a problem with her body before, but it's more mature now. Her hips filled out, and her ass looked like it had gotten bigger. I need her, I wanted her in more ways than one. I imagined the things I'd do on many occasions. Even though I was always the one to act on any sexual behavior, I didn't want to rush anything. She needs to know I wanted more from her. I knew Nova wouldn't go for that anyways. All I know is nobody better have touched, what's mine in my absence.
Ten minutes later Nova came trailing back in. Her hair was now in a sloppy bun that bounced on the top of her head as she walked. "They gone?" I asked. "Yup!" She chimed back putting emphasis on the p. "Come here." I motioned in my direction. "Nah' I'm good." She resorted completely shutting my advances down. I got up making my way over to her causing her to cock her eyebrows up. I chuckled at the confused look plastered to her face. "Get up." I demanded to my surprise she didn't protest. I wrapped my arms around her bringing her into a hug. "You're squeezing me to death!" She dramatically exclaimed. I released her from the bear hug as she playfully rolled her eyes at me. "What you want?" She asked eyeing me. "Why I gotta' want something? I can't be nice to my babymama?" "For one, I know you nigga, and two don't call me babymama." She shot back somewhat harshly. I chuckled knowing she hated the word babymama. "Seriously, I don't want anything. I just wanted to hug you."
|Nova|
I eyed him searching his face, it osed with sincerity. "So that's all you wanted." I questioned raising my eyebrow. "Nah' and this." He said grabbed my chin bring our faces inches apart. Placing his pink, plump lips on my mine, overlapping them, as they always did. I let them linger before kissing him back. The sparks were still there, I wanted nothing more than them to go away. They never did, and truthfully I don't think they ever would. Opened my eyes as he broke the kiss, I looked at him as he leaned against the wall next to my chair. "Is that all?" I quizzed.
"Yup" He said replied putting emphasis on the p, playing with the imaginary hair on his chin. I playfully rolled my eyes at his humor.
"Daddy." Blake voice chimed disregarding my presence. I huffed causing Kirko to chuckle. Yes, I was jealous. I never had to share Blake with anyone. I darted my eyes between the two of them watching them have their moment. "My man." Kirko exclaimed putting his hand in the air. Blake raised his hand, bringing it in contact with his father's, slapping him hi-five. You couldn't tell anything was wrong with him. He hugged him, placing a sloppy kiss on Blake's forehead. "Eww!" Blake exclaimed wiping his forehead, causing us to chuckle. I loved their relationship. I'm glad Kirko stepped up to the plate. He brought so much happiness to Blake's life. He's all he talks about, daddy this and daddy that. I'm just glad Blake has the opportunity to have something I never had. Two parents, that care about him.
"Ma"Blake called. Kirko was starting to rub off on my baby.
"Yes,Blake." "Um,nothing." He giggled. I couldn't help but laugh at his foolishness. "Why, I'm here?" he asked. I sent a head nod in Kirko's direction indicating for him to tell him. I listened as he tried to explain, in a way Blake could comprehend. Although, I doubt he completely understood, he acted as if he did. He shook his head vigorously. "When can we go?" He started to riddle us with questions. "I don't know." I stated truthfully. I wish I knew, I was already sick of being here.
The rest of the day went pretty smooth. It was now 8'o clock, and I'd just finished going through my e-mails. Blake was dozing back of to sleep. Kirko had his eyes fixated on the small television that hung in the right corner. This nigga was worst than Bri with the cartoons. Saturday mornings were always the worst with them, they'd get up at the crack of dawn just to watch cartoons. I shook my head slightly as I reminisced. "You can leave if you want." I spoke. I knew he had to be at the studio, finishing the album up. "Nah' mayne I'm good here." He resorted with his country accent evident. "You sure?" I challenged back because I knew exactly where he needed to be. Blake was good so he didn't need to stick around, I could handle it from here. "If you gotta' sleep in these hard ass chairs tonight, I'ma sleep in em' to." Why is he so perfect? He's making it harder for me to just walk away. I wanted to run to him with open arms but that's not an option. Maybe I should let him in, he's proven himself. I don't know why I still wanted more. I just wanted to be sure I didn't want to end up in the situation I was in three years ago. I never want to experience that pain again, the excruciating pain. If I actually want this to work, I'll have to leave the past in the past.
That's if I want this to work.
