Quavo's Trip To Cuba

Vulnerable

Quavo

I sat in the waiting room of the hospital with my head in my hands. The events of these past few weeks led up to this very moment. When Cuba was hit with that bottle, she bled everywhere. And there's a huge chance I could lose both of my babies today. And it's no ones fault but mine.

"Q... Q!" I heard my mom yell. I lifted my head seeing her sitting across from me. I looked around seeing the guys, Zonnique, Oriel, Molly and Cuba's relatives dispersed across the room. Cuba's mom, Grandma, & Honduras was in the room with her. My mom would occasionally go up there to see how everything was going. Cuba made it clear that she didn't want me in the room. I would've argued since that's my child too, but I decided it was best not to.

"Quavious." She called again. "They're doing alright but both their heart rates are way too high. They still running tests."

"Did she say anything about me?" I asked.

"Only time she said something about you was when the doctor asked for the fathers name."

I shook my head. Before I could drop my head my mom grabbed my face lifting my head back up.

"Why'd you do that to that girl? The mother of your child? She never did wrong by you." She said in her motherly tone.

"I don't know." I said lowly. I felt an unfamiliar burning sensation in my eyes as I stared at my mom.

"I hate to say it like this Qua but if anything tragic happens, it's on you. No pregnant woman should have to go through that. Hell, no woman at all should." She said. "You know I love you Qua, but I never been so disappointed in you in my life."

I stared at her as I blinked twice, and felt tears roll down both of my cheeks. I quickly wiped them, since I was not used to crying. My mom sighed before standing up.

"Ima go check on her again. I'll be back." She said before walking off. When she did Set and Take came over sitting by me.

"Stop stressing Unc, they gone be Ite." Take said.

"I hope you right man." I said sitting back in the chair.
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Cuba

"Ma what's going on!?" I yelled. I was growing impatient cause it was people walking in and out of my room yet no one was telling me what was happening. I had no idea what was going on with my baby or even my own health. All I felt was anger. And pain.

"Mom!" I screamed.

"Calm down! They about to come back in and do another test!"

"Why do I need all these damn tests what the fuck is going on!? I'm sick of coming to this damn hospital!"

I was ignored once again and that was it. I took the television remote throwing it at the wall, almost hitting Honduras.

"The fuck I do?" He asked.

"Both of y'all watch y'all mouths. Cuba you need to relax." Grandma said.

"How can I relax when nobody telling me shit!? Is my baby ok!?"

"She's fine...l

"Ima kill that bitch after I have this baby!" I screamed. "Ima fucking kill her!"

"Cuba stop it." My mom said through gritted teeth grabbing my arm.