not all people experience proper love. not all people know how to handle certain situations. and not all people can live life without having a care in the world. Paris and Herbert raised together and then turned to lovers. Grief causes many things b...
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2 days later
"DaDa. DaDa." Carter said as he laid out on the sofa in the hospital room.
"Yea Dada." I replied back. I picked him up and sat him on my lap.
"Wake mommy up." He said rubbing his eyes.
I held him to my chest and rubbed his head. How do you tell a baby that it's a chance that there mommy might night wake up.
Just how.
Jamiyah and Pierre had left to go get food. Nothing has changed in regards to Paris health.
The doctors said she could wake up any day now. But I wish that day would hurry up and get here. I was ready for her to be woke so we could talk about what the future held for us.
It ain't fair that when I find out I got a son, she go into a coma. I got so many unanswered questions that's been eating me alive.
I ain't left this hospital at all. Jamiyah try to get me to go home all the time but how can I leave when the mother of my child laying in a hospital bed. I can't.
This all felt unreal. It felt like everything was happening so fast. Time needed to slow down. I was ready to start a new life as a father but I had so much unfinished business to handle.
I heard Carter snoring which made me chuckle a little. That boy was just like his daddy. A heavy sleeper.
I know I wasn't there for him the first few years of his life but I was there now and that's all that mattered.
I heard the door open and Jamiyah walked in with a book bag on her back and a Mcdonald's bag in her hand.
"Well since you act like you don't want to go home, I brung you some clothes and stuff so that you could freshen up a little. Pierre went to the trap, getting everything in order cause you know shit been hectic for a few days. Mally and Bibby coming up here later." She said all at once.
"Thank you." I spoke while laying Carter down on the sofa.
Jamiyah was so worried about everyone else when she needed to be worried about her self. She was tired and barley eating.
My sister had a long history when it came to her health. She had depression and it got worse when Cap died. But before he died she was taking medicine to help her.
She started abusing the drugs and spiraled down that road.
We got her back on track but things got out of control when he passed. They were close. He was the other no limit nigga she talked too.
I wasn't the type to keep her from being happy, so when I found out who she talked to I wasn't mad, I always did my big brother duty though and made sure she was being treated right.
Paris and Jamiyah were close. Paris looked at her as a little sister. She was always there for her whenever she needed something and vice versa
We ate in silence, listening to the machines beep every so often before I finally spoke.
"What if she don't pull through?" I asked her
She looked a little taken back by my question, which I totally understood.
"It's Paris, she gone pull through. She one of the strongest women I know. For hell she put up with your bullshit for years and had your son." She said joking trying to lighten the mood.
I chuckled slightly and nodded my head.
"And that was hard!"
That voice. I know that voice. My head shot up and I saw Paris with her eyes barley open and weak smile on her face.
I was lost for words. This felt like some movie type shit.
"Go get the nurse go tell them she up." I shouted to Jamiyah as I got up and rushed to her side.
Jamiyah didn't say anything. She just did what I told her.
All I could do was thank god.
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