Page 82 of What You Do To Me
She had started to sweat and shit, looking all possessed and shit. A nigga was kinda spooked, but I couldn’t leave until I got my kids away from her crazy ass.
“Yo’ doc, what the fuck? She look deranged as fuck, get her ass something,” I said when Dr. Roman stepped back into the room with her team of nurses and shit.
“Nope, you’re going to have to be her comfort and whatever else she needs you to be this go ‘round. Sorry, Dad.”
This was some bullshit. This was our last fuckin’ kid. Ain’t not damn way I’m going to put myself through this shit with this lunatic again. I pushed all the negative thoughts to the back of my mind so I could get my kids here safely. I’d deal with the rest of the shit later. The nurses got one of Tio’s feet into the lil’ shit at the end of the bed and I grabbed the other in my free hand. The look she had on her face told me that she was scared and ill prepared to be having our kids without medicine but shit, we were about to do it. I put my forehead onto hers and gave her some words of encouragement.
“It's okay, baby. After them, I swear to God I’ll start pulling out.”
“Jawan, shut the fuck up and hold my hand.”
I grabbed her hand and the doctor told her to get ready push. She sucked in a deep breath and pushed, squeezing my hand so tight that it brought me to my knees. When she stopped pushing, she lightened up.
“Just a few more pushes and we’ll have baby number one out.”
It took Tio about thirty minutes to birth our kids, but the five broken fingers was worth it. The world was blessed with the presence of Jawan Jr. and Janae and I can’t name too many more times that I was as happy as I was now.
“Thank you, baby. I know I was talking a lot of shit, but I would do this as many times as you wanted me to,” Tio said with tears streaming down her face.
“Here you go with that crybaby shit,” I replied jokingly.
“I’m sorry, baby,” she whined. “That’s what you do to me.”
The End!
