*Salone's POV*
I don't know what the hell going on but everybody texting me and blowing me up saying I need to get to the hospital ASAP so I had to cut my plan short and let Quince handle it for me.
I get to the lobby of the hospital and see Jewelle & A few nurses talking.
"There she go!"
"What's going on? Wassup?"
Before anyone can even tell me anything I get pushed towards ICU. I go through the double doors, while my heart is beating a million times a minute. Ny sees's me and runs to me with tears in her eyes. I don't know why but I'm thinking of the worse.... I start crying, then I hear it...
"Daddy..?"
A small voice whispers out of the crowd that has now formed around me... I look around til I find where the voice escaped from. Everything in me was telling me it couldn't be Aziza calling for me. It just couldn't be. But then I started looking around and noticing all of the machines where gone and all of the wires were no longer hanging from the child's hospital bed that Aziza was in. But in that hospital bed was a 3 year old little girl sitting up, eating ice cream, with chocolate all over her face. How could this have happened when I left. Was it what I planned to do to the guy who hurt her. Was God pleased with me ending the life of someone else for their wrong doing? What the hell type of thoughts are these for me to have when God let Aziza live? I don't care about how or why... my baby is up and able to talk to me.
I go over to the bed and pick her up. I start crying, holding her in my arms. It starts to feel like I had been holding her forever, but I know it had only been a few minutes. Some of the nurses are hugging Ny while she cries on their shoulders. This is something I could never forget. Aziza came back. She was barely breathing on her own last week now look. Her little arms are wrapped around my neck and she's humming Twinkle Twinkle Little Star in my ear. She's not biologically mine but I swear Aziza is my world. I'm so glad I took that vacation. I'm glad I went to Star Gazer Night. I'm glad I decided to bring her home. I love this little girl with everything in me. I could have left her with her birth mother and never looked back but I changed her life and my life forever. She's apart of me and even though Nyla didn't like it at first, I know she would kill for Aziza. She's OURS.
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