This is the trilogy to 'This Thing Called Life'. This story will involve real life situations. So that means, it will be a more serious outcome to this. But...there will also be a little humor.
Some will relate. Others won't. And that's completely u...
***SUPER SHORT CHAPTER *** *2 months later - October* *New Orleans*
Jacquees POV:
I am in a fucked up ass situation! I have two women pregnant. But, only one I love. Bresha is hella pissed at me. I honestly don't think that I can fix this. Ain't no bouncing back.
She hasn't spoken to me at all. And I don't blame her! I wouldn't speak to me either. Especially after all that shit I put her through. And this issue didn't make it no better. Not for me or my relationship that I have with her.
I'm at tha point where I'm just stuck. I don't know what to do. What to say. I don't think I can come back from this. I really don't. That probably just fucked up everything. Permanently...
*Los Angeles*
Mariah POV:
Its been a two months. And our beybe is still in tha hospital. Dis mornin', Aug came back home ta get me so we can go see what needs ta be talked about.
Aug has tried everything ta cheer me up. But, nothin' has worked. Once I have our child home...then I'll be happy.
When we walk in tha room, we sanitize and go towards tha nurse and doctor. They juss have a stale look. No expression really. So, I don't know what they're thinkin' or what they're about ta say.
Dr: "I hope you two weren't too busy..."
August: "Nah. But...we're curious as ta what needs ta be talked about..."
Me: "Yea. What he said...."
Dr: "Well. Umm. Your daughter...isn't making much progress. The machine is honestly the only thing keeping her here..."
My heart juss dropped. Dis is not what I expected ta hear!
Dr: "As the days progressed, her health continued to decline..."
August: "Wait. What?"
Me: "Dis is tha last thing we expected ta hear..."
Dr: "Her heart and lungs aren't strong enough to keep her alive without this machine. And if there isn't any progress soon...the plug has to be pulled..."
Me: "My beybe though. My child. Its been two long ass months. And there is not a damn thing dat chu or anyone can do!? You'd juss pull tha plug on ha like dat!?"
August: "Mariah-"
Me: "No, August! Mariah nothin'! I get you're tryna be calm. But, dis is our child! I'm not about ta lose someone I've patiently waited on!"
Aug pulls me closer ta him and rubs my back. I've never been so heartbroken in my life...
August: "We can't juss pull tha plug. I can't and won't let dat happen. I hate ta even want dis...but is surgery even an option?"
Dr: "It'll be on the pricey side, but also very high-risk..." He said as he sighed
August: "Fuck tha amount. I got it. Dats my beybe. I want ha hea'. Whatever it takes ta get ha health up...we'll do. Because we ain't pullin' dat plug..."
Dr: "And you're sure?"
Me: "Positive..."
August: "At least we'll know dat we've tried somethin'...."
Dr: "Alright. We'll schedule it for the closest date. I'll make sure and do everything I can to make sure she's okay..."
Me: "Thank you..."
Dr: "It's my job..."
I looked at August and he kisses my forehead. Dis is very stressful. And I don't think anybody...not even August...really understands. ⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙ Small update. Nothing major.
Here's what I'm going to start doing. Imma jump time just about every other chapter. I WANT IT TO END! Lol I'm just ready to get to the point before I just tell y'all the last chapter. I'd rather not 💀.
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And someone asked to see my baby bump. The 25th made 5 months. This picture was taken a few days before.
