Nyla (Urban)

Finale Pt. 3

Malakai

Shit was like a bad dream.

A nightmare, or a fucking soap opera. One minute Nyla was in my arms, cheesing and beautiful. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She had been so gorgeous in her wedding dress, curls hangin' like soft ebony ringlets around her face and a smile adorning her soft, plump lips. I hope I had told her how beautiful she had looked. If not, I regretted it now more than ever.

I regretted letting her walk off with that nigga. Something in me had said not to let her go, that gut feeling you get right before bad shit started makin' its way in.

But I let her go. I was supposed to protect her.

That's all that replayed in my mind as doctors and nurses rushed her through the hospital at an alarming speed, with me following as close as I could.

I gripped Nyla's hand tight as they tried to speak to her. "Ma'am can you hear me? Please stay with us. What is your name?"

Nyla's mouth was moving, but just barely as her head slanted to the side a bit. No words were coming out, and her once white wedding dress was now bathed in blood.

"I think she might be trying to say something!"

One of the nurses bent down and listened carefully as another tore Nyla's gown down the middle.

"My baby. I think...she's saying my baby!"

I squeezed Nyla's hand and ground my teeth together, "Please baby girl, I can't do this shit without you. Pull through Ny."

"Right, we might have to preform an emergency c-section if the baby is unharmed. She seems to be going into shock, let's pick up the pace!"

Before I could make sense of what was happening, I was ripped from Nyla as they ran her through a set of double doors.

"Yo what the fuck, that's my girl. That's my wife!" I yelled.

A few security guards held me back as I screamed for Nyla. "Sir please, I assure you we're doing all we can to ensure the survival of your wife and child-"

I snatched away and found myself back in the waiting room where Khadi and Julian were pacing back and forth.

Khadi came to me first, "Is she going to be okay?" There were still tears running down her face and her eyes were red and puffy.

"They wont tell me shit." I managed.

"I'm so fucking sorry Malakai! On everything I ain't know he was planning this! I just hope the baby-"

"Yo fuck the damn baby!" The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them, "You think I give a fuck about a fetus when my fuckin' wife is in this bitch fighting for her life!?"

Several occupants of the hospital were now looking at me in fear and concern. Julian stepped in front of Khadi, "Aye Malakai I understand. Just please be careful about what you say. I know you hurtin' man."

"You don't know shit." My voice cracked as I slumped against the wall.

I don't know how much time passed. It seemed like it might've been years. Or maybe it was just a few hours. If there was ever a time I was weak, that time would be now. I didn't know what I would do without Nyla. I was directionless if she was gone.

Pops eventually made his way along with Jaylon and Lucy. People spoke, but I didn't hear. The police came in for questioning, but I gave them vague answers. I wanted to find the punk nigga myself.

"Family of Nyla Kohl?" A doctor stood in front of us all with an unreadable expression on his face.

I wanted to correct him and say it was now "Spears" but my voice got caught in my throat.

"What? We her family", Jaylon spoke up, "My brother is her husband."

The doctors face was expressionless as he pursed his lips, "I'm deeply sorry, but Nyla didn't make it. We did all we could, but unfortunately the bullet wound was fatal and there was a large amount of internal bleeding-"

"Yo fuck you mean?!" Julian Shouted "Y'all fucking couldn't save her!?"

There were a few screams and I heard crying.

"Sir I understand you-"

That's when everything cut off, and there was nothingness. I couldn't hear, and I all I could see was black. My baby was gone. Nyla didn't make it. It felt like I couldn't breath and didn't even realize I was on the ground until I felt someone gently grab my shoulder.

I gazed up into the arms of a nurse with blonde hair tied back into a bun. She pressed her lips together, "I know how painful this must be, but you have to stay strong."

"How?" I didn't even recognize my own voice. It was feeble, broken.

She smiled, "Please come with me."

I don't know how, but my legs managed to follow after the nurse all the way into the "intensive care" unit where she stopped outside of the glass window overlooking several babies. I looked to her with a blank expression, anger boiling up inside.

"What the fuck is this supposed to mean to me-"

She put a finger to her lips and pointed to a baby all the way on the far left in the front, wearing a pink hat. There was a tube connected to her nose and I could tell she was having trouble breathing even from the other side of the glass. Her tiny hands were balled up into fists and her skin was red and splotchy. Underneath her hat I could spot a mess of pitch black girls, and that's when I lost it.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, "Is that-"

"Your baby girl. Five pounds, seven ounces. We managed to preform an emergency c-section. Nyla held on just long enough to hold her, she wouldn't let go until then." I could tell the nurse was trying not to cry now.

Somehow I managed to crack a smile. Staring down at her made it all so surreal, and it was like suddenly my life had meaning. Had purpose. I watched her stir in her sleep, and realized all I wanted to do was wrap myself around her, and never let go. I wanted to protect her.

The nurse turned to me, "She needs you. That's why you need to be strong, you need to tell her about her mother. We didn't document her name yet but Nyla said something just before she went. I think it might've been-"

"Amara." I whispered. "Amara Solana Spears."

I'll admit this chapter wasn't easy to right. Actually it was downright devastating, I damn there cried. But I feel my writing is at peak performance when I'm actually able to inject my emotions in it, if that makes sense. I know all of people were asking me to update, thank you guys so much for the support. More to come...