Tylar
There is too much going on for me. Ever since Makel found out I was pregnant, all he's been doing for the last month is calling me with dumb ass questions.
"You okay? You need some food? You need me to come dick you down? I know you're horny. You need a back rub? You want whip cream on your pickles?"
I asked Lauryn if he was like this with her and she said all the time. I'm starting to wish I didn't tell him now if that's the case. Makel is nothing compared to my mom and dad. They act like I can't breathe without them helping me. My mom had me and Tylar at a young age. Not as young as me but when she was 20 and daddy was 23. For them to have practically curse me out when I told them I was pregnant, they are sure being nice now.
Aubrie can't wait to be an aunt. I'm happy for her ass too, so when I'm tired she definitely can take over.
I've decided to name my daughter Makenzee Amir Robinson. Of course Makel spelt it as close as possible to his name. I didn't mind though. I felt that's the least I could let him do since he already missed out on 5 months of my pregnancy.
I woke up out of my sleep and went towards the bathroom because I was feeling hella pressure against my bladder. I didn't even make it to the bathroom before a sharp pain rose up my back causing me to fall down. I yelled for my mom and dad to come help me. I noticed blood and water on the floor beneath and yelled even louder.
My parents door flew open and my dad came out with nothing but boxers on.
"Tylar what the- oh shit! Kara Lynn! Start the car! Tylar's hurt! My grandbaby! Kara Lynn! Aubrie! Wake yo ass up!" My dad ranted as he reached down and scooped me up bridal style.
My mom and Aubrie came out the same way my dad did, angry from the yelling and confused. The last thing I heard was Aubrie yelling about my dad's almost nakedness before I blacked out.
I woke up in a hospital bed with tubes stuck in my arms.
"Oh Ms. Whitfield, you're up great!"
I looked around trying to figure out who the hell was talking to me when I seen a tall, white woman with blonde hair, and scrubs looking down at me.
"How's Makenzee?" I asked.
"Who?"
"My baby, is she okay?" I said while patting my stomach. When I noticed it was flat I started to freak out.
"Where is she?! Where is my baby!"
"I can assure you Ms. Whitfield your babies are doing just fine, we got them out just in time. The umbilical cord was wrapped around one of their necks, we had to do an emergency C-section.
"What do you mean babies? I was told I was having a girl, as in singular."
"Really? Well it says right here that Ms. Tylar Ariana Whitfield had a Makel Alijah Robinson Jr. 5 pounds 7 ounces at 22:10 and a Makenzee Amir Robinson 5 pounds 2 ounces at 22:13" she stated at matter a factly, looking at he clipboard.
"Lady, you're bugging. I seen my daughter with my own eyes on the ultrasound. It was one child in there. You must got the wrong Tylar."
I knew what she said was probably true. I just couldn't believe I had two children. I wasn't even prepared for one.
"I know it's shocking, but it's very common for one baby to block another. Sometimes the ultrasound may not detect the 2nd baby's heartbeat. Would you like to see them?"
"Who named the boy?" I asked ignoring her question.
"I'm guessing his father, considering he's a junior."
I didn't mind Makel naming him because I chose the name Makenzee. But damn a nigga wish she coulda got a heads up. Not just about having 2 children but the birth in general. I wasn't due for another 3 months. I'm am not prepared at all.
"Would you like to see them?" She asked again.
"Of course"
She pulled a wheelchair from the corner of the room and unfolded it. I carefully pushed myself up from my bed and lowered down into the wheelchair. She rolled me out the room and onto the elevator.
I was staring through the glass window into the room that contained several babies. Makel Jr. and Makenzee were in separate incubators right next to eachother.
"Why you ain't tell me it's was two of them suckers?" I heard my daddy's voice ask.
I looked up to see my dad, mom, Aubrie and Makel walking towards me, laughing at my daddy's joke.
"I wish I would've known myself." I sighed.
Not the best chapter, just a filler because I've been slacking :/
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