[Prospering || Book 3]

23°

»"how much it breaks my heart..."

Greenville, NC;

"Like the famous one?" He asked with shocked look, holding the phone away from his mouth.

"She doesn't really consider herself famous, but yea— look, this is really not the time." Sierra sighed.

He nodded, "Hello, yea I'm here. Her name is Paris Tiller..."

"I think she's unconscious or worse and she has two babies with her in her condo." Sierra said, rising from her seat and standing next to him.

"I think she's unconscious and she has small children with her." He repeated into his phone.

"Ok....sure, absolutely. Thank you so much." He said before hanging up the phone, "They're going to get in contact with people in Los Angeles. Can you hear anything on the phone?"

"No, I think her daughter went back to bed. Ugh, Paris!" She tried to yell again. She started to cry, harder than she had been before.

"Can I get you anything? I'm Micah, by the way." He spoke lowly.

"I'm Sierra. I'm so scared to hang up the phone. Could I call her husband using yours?"

"Of course," he said handing her his phone. She grabbed it and quickly put the phone on speaker before looking through her contacts to find Bryson's number.

After speaking to Bryson, who was having a panic attack because he was so far away, Sierra gave Micah his phone back. The situation didn't seem good at all.

"Ughh.." Sierra heard groaning from the other end of her phone. She gasped and put it to her ear.

"Paris? Paris, can you hear me?" It was another moment or two before she heard more groaning and Paris finally grabbed the phone.

"Hello?" She mumbled.

"Oh my God Paris, I should kill you! You scared me!" Sierra let out a deep breath and held her chest with relief.

"What's going on? What happened?" She asked.

"I think you fainted or something. Are you ok?"

"I think so. I have a headache..." Paris told her, slowly getting off of the floor of kitchen.

"Don't hang up the phone. Me and my neighbor got in contact with the ambulance over there and hopefully they should be coming." Sierra explained to her.

"I'm fine, now. I'm sure I'm just a little dehydrated." Paris tried to assure her.

"No, you need to go to the hospital. What if it's worse, you have two little girls there who need you."

"I'll go tomorrow, after the girls are at daycare, ok?"

"You promise?"

"I promise, Si." She told her.

"Alright, call Bryson. He's having a melt down right about now." Sierra sighed, rubbing her hand over her face.

"You called him? Really, I'm fine. I've just been a little off lately. It's really nothing major."

"Paris, I thought you might have been dead. Yes, I called him and yes, that's major." Sierra fussed, "I don't go to funerals, therefore you're not allowed to die."

Paris chuckled, "Alright, Si. I'll call Bryson and I'll go to the hospital in the morning."

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After taking the girls to daycare, Paris thought about going to the hospital. She didn't want to, she knew what was worms with her.

She was stressed, she was heartbroken, she was hurt, she hadn't eaten much over the past few weeks, and she missed Bryson.

Reign was pregnant with his child, she knew it in her heart. She didn't need confirmation, she had a woman's intuition. She wasn't mad at Bryson, she wasn't mad at Reign, she was just hurt.

And there was no diagnosis or medicine to fix that.

She went home and decided to get some rest. She'd called Bryson and assured him that she was ok. He refused to believe her and offered to cancel the rest of his tour.

After telling him he was crazy, Paris settled for him just FaceTiming her when she went to the hospital, which she didn't plan on going to.

It had somehow gotten to TMZ that the ambulance had to come to the Tillers' house, although Paris didn't leave with them.

Many Bryson Tiller fans tweeted and commented under pictures saying that hoped everything was already alright and where there talk about the Tillers, there was Reign.

Paris just decided to block her and not deal with it anymore. If it turned out the Reign was carrying her stepchild, she'd have no choice but to accept it and move on.