Breakin Me Lovin Me

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I wake up screaming in pain.

"You're safe." A familiar voice says, soothingly.

I open my eyes and see a man that looks oddly familiar to me but can't pinpoint it.

"Oh my god, your okay!" A familiar voice screams.

"Lacey." I try to say with the same enthusiasm but couldn't.

"I didn't see you! I was so worried."

"Me too."

"The baby!" I scream remembering what happened. I touch my stomach examining it.

"She's fine." The man says.

I breathe in and out, glad it was just a dream. So, that means Marcel didn't die either.

"The Doc will be in shortly." The man says.

"Who are you by the way?" I finally ask.

"Your future brother-in-law."

"What?" I ask highly confused.

"Technically, I'm your boyfriend's best friend but we call each other brothers, so that makes me your future brother-in-law."

"Thanks, I think I know how the whole marriage thing works." I say sarcastically.

He just laughs it off like I wasn't serious, which I really wasn't but oh well.

"Nice to meet you too. Names Donald, Don for short."

"Ima call you Donald duck so I can remember." I say with no emotion.

"Haven't heard that on yet." He laughs.

"Lacey. Where's your son?" I ask.

"Outside, you know the damn rules in this damn hospital only 2 at a damn time they say." She shakes her head.

"Bring him in. I don't care about them damn rules."

"Of course you don't." She walks out laughing.

"Is Marcel okay?" I ask.

"He's breathing." He simply says.

I nod knowing immediately that something else is going on.

"Let's worry about you right now." I sigh knowing he's right.

Lacey comes in with her son.

"Glad to finally meet you. Thanks for saving my mom." He says while hugging me.

"Nah, she saved me." I say smiling.

"Girl quit that lying. You saved me, you gave me hope." I just smile.

Knock knock knock

"Come in." I say.

The Doc walks in with a smile on his face.

"How are you?"

"Good so far. I just really wanna know if my daughter is okay, officially."

"Yes, she's doing fine. She's breathing, heart rate is normal and she seems healthy, no internal damage that we can tell."

"Thank god."

"See, I told you she was fine." Don says.

"I don't care. You're not a doctor."

He holds his hand to his heart like I just shot him.

"Suck it up." I tell him.

He scoffs.