Monique's Thug

Chapter 25

• Dejour's P.O.V •

"Why the fuck we here anyways?" she complains, chopping on her gum, "she ain't your girl no more. Why you so worried bout that bitch?"

"Ayo, watch yo damn mouth, Harmony. I'm not in the mood." I snap.

I've had enough of her sitting here, constantly complaining, like I'm listening. She's just like an annoying voice in the back of my head right now. I'm not even worried bout her and her needs. I'm worried about Monique. She could be carrying my child and we don't even know the condition she or the baby is in.

We're in the waiting room, it's midnight, and I'm tired. Jamal keeps eyeing me and it's pissing me off even more. Why can't we all just be cool? No beef. This ain't bout our issues, it's bout Monique. Since no one else wanna move, I decide to go over to a crying Jasmine.

"Hey, Jas, you okay?" She sniffles, and slowly nods her head, but doesn't speak.

"Yo, get away from my sister brah. Why you even here?" Chris jumps in.

"Why you so worried bout me?" I say, laughing sarcastically.

"STOP!" Domonique screams, "What the hell is wrong with all of y'all? Look at us. We is supposed to be a family! Monique could be in there fighting for her life, but y'all just worried bout the dumb beef y'all have!"

Niesha nods in agreeance, "Come on y'all, we needa be a family again. That's all Monique wanted from us; to fix all this beef. This dumb beef we have."

Jasmine stands up with dried tears on her face, "For Monique." She simply says and sits back down.

• Monique's P.O.V •

"Ms.Rodriguez," the doctor comes in with a shocked look, "how long have you been awake?"

"A-a little bit. I'm in a lot of pain."

"I know, I apologize. We had to perform an emergency c-section or else the baby would not have lived."

"The-the baby?" I choke out, close to tears.

"Yes ma'am, you gave birth to a babygirl, we are holding her because she is very underweight. Do you have a name?"

"Makayla."

"Any middle name? Or last name request?" He asks.

"May I ask who the father is?"

"Um yes.. it was tested to be a Dejour Carter."

A lump is in my throat, "Can you please call him in here? He should be in the waiting room."

"Of course. I'll be right back."

A few minutes later he comes back, Dejour looks scared, but a smile comes on his face a little bit.

"I'll give you two a minute alone." I nod as he leaves.

"We had a babygirl, Makayla Carter." I smile a little, looking outside the window.

"That's great, Monique, we can fix our relationship. I wanna be in my babygirl's life. I love y'all."

"I'm dying." I speak, quietly.

"What?" he says, getting closer.

"I don't have a lot of time to live, the doctor said so."

"Why?" he chokes, while hurt and sadness flash across his face.

"The days go by, we argue all the time

I want to make it right, cause that was last night

Baby we gon be alright, baby we gon be alright