Diva (Urban)

Swan Song *End October*

Diva's POV

A month past and I was already about six weeks into my pregnancy. I was told that 99% of women deliver healthy babies once a heartbeat was detected.

I went to the doctor for my ultra sound and partly because I was feeling a little sick.

I started to have migraines so I wanted different medication to calm my nerves. Was it me?

So with Donte out doing business again (which made me want to kick him dead in the balls), the doctor told me that he had to check the heart beat first.

Unfortunately, my world came to an end. My baby had passed away.

Tears sprang to my eyes. I didn't know what I was feeling. Was it anger or sadness?

I was pissed that Donte hadn't been there for me ever since we heard that I was pregnant.

I was sad because during my fourth week, I had gone out and got all types of shit for my unborn child.

I didn't even care if it was a little too early for that.

And I was going to name her Lena if it was a girl...

I felt the waterworks.

The doctor patted my back reassuringly and frowned. She looked genuinely sorry for me.

I had D&C the next morning, coming in feeling wary and depressed. Donte hadn't shown up at home. I didn't bother to even call his ass.

The procedure was okay, however, my obstetrician gave me Misoprosotol to start the process the night before.

That nigga gave me some damn pills.

I wish I would have been dilated to save me the pain and embarrassment because while I was walking to my car from the grocery store, my membrane broke and I bled profusely.

Donte finally came home that night from gaining dirty money.

He prepared a dinner for us and then kissed my cheek. Donte still didn't know I had a miscarriage.

Rubbing my belly, Donte smiled and asked, "How's my little guy?"

"Dead..." I simply stated. Donte stopped and glared at me.

"The fuck you mean?"

"Nigga, you know what the fuck I mean," I hopped off the couch and glared. "I had a miscarriage while yo arrogant ass was out dealing with stupid shit! Always wanna be the motherfuckin' alpha omega in these streets but neva wanna take the time out to care for me!" I was beyond pissed.

"Shorty-"

"Naw nigga, I'm serious," I smacked table, pain coursing through my arm. "Shit is real! I had to go to get surgery to remove my fuckin' dead tissue! It's all yo fault, havin' me stressin' these past few weeks! And for what?"

"So I can support yo selfish ass and the baby!" Donte snapped. "Well thank you, bitch! Thank you for 'supporting' me and my dead ass child! Round of applause for the best father of the year! But oh, wait, you couldn't be a legit fuckin' father cause you killed my baby!!"

And with that, I was smacked. I fell against the wall and took a breath. This nigga had lost his mind.

I grabbed my purse and started towards the door. "Hell naw, wait ma! You wanna be the Queen Bee in this bitch and leave! State yo case!"

"I'm done statin' my cases with yo ass."

Donte swung me around so I was facing him.

"Don't talk to me like that. This ain't yo fuckin' house." He growled. I pushed his hands off and stood my ground. "Exactly. That's why I'm boutta bounce, nigga." I opened the door and headed towards the car, but Donte beat me to the punch. "And this ain't yo damn car either."