What A Woman Can Do

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Hakiem's P.O.V

"Danni wait, are you sure you want her last name to be Ford?" I asked.

"I'm sure. Why wouldn't I?" Danyelle said with anger building up in her.

"I mean... are you 100% positive that she's my daughter?" I asked quietly to keep Danni from exploding but that didn't work.

"Of course I'm sure! What the hell!? Look at me!" She pointed to her leg where the blood dried.  "Do you think I'd go through all of this if you weren't the baby's father?"

  I didn't want to bring this up but I needed to be sure. "Is there any chance that Shaun could be the father?"

"Why would you say that?" she said.

"I didn't mean-"

"Why'd you bring him up!"

"I jus-"

"FUCK YOU!"

"Danni I'm sor-"

"Get out."

  "What?" I asked, knowing damn well what she said.

"Get out Hakiem. Leave me alone."

"I'm sorry Danni, I'm just going to the cafeteria okay. Bye" then I walked out the door.

Danyelle's P.O.V

Once Hakiem left I just stared at the ceiling. I had no more tears left to cry. He was right. I don't know whether or not he's the baby's father. But it wasn't Shaun. It was a mistake I made last December. Hakiem was working and I was at the park, this guy walked up to me and drowned me with complements. He was older, he said I wasn't like other girls. He told me I was a woman. So I showed him what a woman could do. And now look at me. Six months later and I don't even remember his name. I shouldn't trick Hakiem but hey, I have nowhere else to go. So I'll get Hakiem a paternity test when I get back on my feet. But until then what he doesn't know can't hurt him. And after all the hurt he's put me through, he definitely deserves it.

The pretty doctor walked in and said "How are you feeling Ms. Anderson?"

"I'm okay."  I said.

  "I'm sure you are aware that your mother checked in here yesterday. "

I completely forgot about the fire, but I just replied with a simple "Yes."

"Well she's regained consciousness and she's begging to see you." He said.

"How will I get there? I'm all ripped up."

"Here's a wheelchair" he pulled it up to my bed. "She's in room 6F, right on this floor. It sounds like she has a lot to tell you.

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