BPT- A YG LOVE STORY

Ch. 19

*ambria in MM*

I'm driving back to the house, tears pouring down my face. All the fucking time I've wasted on him. I put my head down as the flashbacks of the good and bad times flowed through my mind, then the next thing I know, there's nothing but darkness.
*YG*
"Fuck yesSs!" Ambria moaned as I pounded into her. I was lettin all my anger out on her but she seemed to be Loving it. "Cum for me daddy!" She squealed As I pulled out and nutted on her stomach. We was laying there and my phone started ringing. "Hello?"
Yes, is this Mr. Jackson?"  "Yeah, who dis?"
"This is officer Langford from the LAPD sir, your wife has been in a car accident. I'm sorry."
"The fuck you mean sorry?! She alive ain't it?!"
"Yes sir, she's in the hospital, but your son didn't make it" "..son?" "Yes sir, the one she was pregnant with" I hung up the phone and told Ambria to get the fuck out my house. I pulled some  clothes on and sped to the hospital. When I got there I flew up to her room where she was Hooked to all sorts of IV's and shit. It made me sick lookin at it. I sat beside her and tears started coming down as I looked at her bruised body and then down at her stomach that no longer has my child in it. This too much to take in mane.. I talked to her for what seemed like hours, with No answer. "Chass, baby girl I luhh you so much I don't know where I'd be in life without you by my side. I'm so mf sorry for all the times my dumb ass fucked up. I swear I won't hurt you no more just please pull through this. I'd die without you here." She finally opened her eyes.
*chass*
I had been hearing Keenon's voice for hours, but I was so drowned in unconsciousness that I couldn't answer him. I thanked God when I was finally able to open my eyes and the first thing I saw was him looking at me with a tear stained face. His face lit up and he kissed me gently on my cheek. It hurt but it felt so good at the same time. I instantly thought about Kylan.  Keenon! The baby! Is the baby okay?! I panicked. He dropped his head down and put his hand in mine. "Baby I'm sorry, h-he didn't make it." His voice trembled. I couldn't help but cry even though it hurt because of my bruises I heaved and heaved as I was consumed in physical and emotional pain. Keenon sat on the side of the bed and cradled me as gently as possible as I cried into his chest. My first son, my little Keenon, is never going to get to enter this world. Why did this have to happen?. Keenon held me for hours until I finally cried myself to sleep.