This is a spin-off of the Thug-ish series.
This is a short story about Crystal, one of the characters from the Thug-ish series.
If you haven't read the other books please do so.
After the birth of her daughter, Crystal is brought back to the life...
If you read Thug-ish and or Wife-ish, then you know that Crystal had some secrets and there is a lot that readers do not know about her.
I wanna give a shout out to ThatBadBitvhA for suggesting that I give Crystal her own book. I'm sorry it took so long to start working on it.
I hope you all enjoy this first chapter and I will do my best to update in a timely manner. * * * *
"Daddy this is unfair." I complain.
"Life isn't fair Crystalline!" He shouts. "You will marry Benjamin Ford and I don't want to hear another word about it. Understand?"
I remember that day like it was yesterday. It changed my life forever. If my father would've just let me be with who I wanted back then, then maybe I wouldn't be here right now.
I would be with Bailey and we would be off living on some island somewhere like we always talked about. We would own a nice little bed and breakfast and eat dinner by the beach every day. We would've been happy.
But that didn't happen.
I guess it's a good thing it didn't. I have Malo now and we are having a baby. Yeah, she cheated on me, but I lied to her. I didn't tell her who I truly was and to be honest I don't even know who that is.
What I do know though is that I want this baby more than anything. I am determined to be a better parent than my parents ever were.
"Mallory, hold my hand." I sit up in my hospital bed and reach my hand out towards my wife's.
She grabs my hand and sits down next to me in the chair.
"Everything will work out how it's supposed to." I tell her.
I really hope that's true. I need it to be true because after all of the shit that I've been through, I need some sliver of hope.
"How are you feeling?" The doctor asks as he walks into the room. "Are you feeling any discomfort?"
"I'm fine," I sigh. "How's the baby?" That's all I really care about.
"We've been able to slow down the labor, but we must keep monitoring the baby. Our goal is just to keep the baby inside for as long as possible."
"And what if they come early?" Malo worries.
"I'm only twenty four weeks." I begin to panic.
"Please just try to remain calm. We will do everything in our power to take care of you."
"I don't care about me. I care about my baby." I say angrily.
The doctor just sighs and nods his head. "I will continue to monitor you."
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The sound of the door squeaking awakens me from my not so peaceful slumber. I just can't stop thinking about my baby and the family that's I've created with my wife.
"Aww Baby I didn't mean to wake you." Malo sighs.
"I love you so much, Mallory." I begin to cry.
I don't feel as if a happy ending is headed my way. I don't deserve it, but my baby is innocent. He or she deserves the world and I wanna make sure they have it, even if I'm not here.
Maybe that's my punishment for all of the bad things that I've done in my life?
I can't watch my baby grow. I have to die for my baby to live.
Malo rushes to me and wipes my tears. "Don't cry," She tells me "everything will be just fine."
"But what if it's not?"
"We just can't think like that."
"Choose the baby." I start crying even harder.
"What do you mean?"
I grab her face and look her dead in the eye. "If it comes down to a choice between me and the baby, then you better choose the baby." I threaten her.
"There won't be a choice."
"But if there is." I demand.
The thought of my child being here without me is difficult, but I wouldn't have it the other way around. I want them to live. I want them to be safe and loved, everything that I didn't have growing up.
"And promise me something."
"Anything." She says.
"If I can't protect our baby, then you will."
"Of course." She promises.
"Don't let my baby know my family. Don't let them find them. Promise?"
My family can never know I have a child out in the world. Their presence destroys anything good and my baby will be good.
"I promise."
"Good, now let's talk about something else."
"Names?" Malo suggests.
"We can never agree on a name." I laugh and roll my eyes. I already know what I wanna name our baby if it's a girl, but I don't feel like I'm having a girl.
This right here is my son.
"How about Christopher for a boy?" She says.
"I've been saying that for months." I roll my eyes.
I've literally been saying Christopher this entire pregnancy.
"Well, I think I like it now." She shrugs.
"I think I like Malia for a girl now." I tell her.
"I like Danielle or maybe a Robin."
Is she fucking kidding me?
"Don't you fucking name our baby Robin." I glare at her.
Is she crazy?
"Well what were you thinking?" She asks.
"I was thinking- ahh!" I scream at the top of my lungs and hold my stomach. Please don't let anything be wrong with my baby.
The nurses and the doctor run inside the room and start pushing meout of it.
"What's going on? Where are you taking her?" I hear Malo demanding.
I want to grab her. I want to tell her that I love her. I want to kiss her one last time.
"Don't worry," a nurse smiles at me. "You'll be fine."
If only I could believe her.
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Mallory Asani Sullivan (Malo)
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