“You could say that.” I responded.
He rubbed both hands over his face. “Man… today has been one long ass nightmare.”
A few minutes later the ambulance backed into Beaumont’s emergency entrance. The doors swung open and cool air rushed inside. “One… two… three.” They rolled me out while nurses met us at the door. Once we got inside the lights were so bright they bothered my eyes. People were moving fast and questions were coming from every direction.
“Thirty weeks?” The nurse asked.
“Yes.” I answered.
“Twins?” She asked with a raised brow.
“Boy and girl.” Malik answered.
“Loss of consciousness?” She asked.
“Yes.” I answered with a slight attitude.
“Any bleeding?” The nurse asked.
“No.”
One nurse smiled at me. “We’re going to take good care of you.”
I nodded, I wanted to believe her but I wasn’t so sure. They rolled me into a room while another nurse hooked monitors to my stomach. A second later I heard a heartbeat and then another heartbeat, I closed my eyes, thank you, Jesus. I didn’t realize how scared I was until I heard both of them.
Malik reached over and grabbed my hand. “You hear that?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“They good.” He smiled.
“I know.”
He smiled down at my stomach. “My son and my little princess are already trying to give me gray hairs.”
I smiled. “They ain’t even here yet.”
“And they are already stressing me out.” He laughed.
I rolled my eyes. “You are so dramatic sometimes.”
“I am.” He laughed. “Our son will be hard headed just like his mama.”
“The hell he is.” I joked.
“He definitely is my daughter…” He looked down at my stomach with the biggest smile. “She already got me wrapped around her little finger. I ain’t even met her yet.”
“You don’t even know that.” I replied.
“I do.” He replied.
“How?” I asked.
“’Cause she's mine.”
I laughed and shook my head. “You're so crazy.”
“I’ve been called worse.” Malik laughed.