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Once they got her in a room, I stayed outside with my back against the wall. My mama had just told me this morning that if Twinkle kept stressing the way that she was, it was a possibility that it wouldn’t be a baby. Too selfish, too stubborn to call Twinkle and have a conversation with her… and now this was happening. The doctor hadn’t made it into the room yet to even address what caused the miscarriage, but I knew for a fact that stress had to do with it. If I was fucked up myself, I could only imagine the way Twinkle had been feeling for the last two weeks, especially after I hit below the belt and told her that I could possibly have another baby on the way. That shit was foul on so many levels.
I stayed outside for a good ten minutes because I couldn’t stand the sound or the visual of Twinkle in that room crying. While I was out there, I pulled out my phone and sent a text message to Twinkle’s mama, my mama, and Billionaire, letting them all know to come down to the hospital. I would have texted her homegirl, Normani, because I knew how much the two of them cared about each other, but I didn’t have her number in my phone. They needed to be there for support because I knew it was only so much that I could say. I was fucked up right now too.
While I was outside, a nurse walked out of Twinkle’s room.
“What’s going on with her?” I questioned the white nurse.
“She’s having a miscarriage. She was having an ectopic pregnancy, where the baby was growing outside of her uterus. We have her stable, and right now, we’re just waiting on the doctor. She’s in a great amount of pain, so the doctor will prescribe her something for that. You should go in there with her. I’m sure she can use you right now,” the nurse told me with a soft smile on her face, and then she walked away.
Trust me, I wasn’t purposely not being in there with Twinkle, but this was hard on me too. I didn’t like pain, especially for the pain to be placed on someone I really loved. After a minute, I was able to get myself together, and then I walked into the hospital room where Twinkle was. They’d already hooked her up on an IV and everything. She was lying on her back and using the hand that didn’t have the needle in it to wipe her face.
I walked over, stood at the head of the bed, and placed my hand in her hair. As I smoothed her hair down, we didn’t say anything to each other. I felt a tear fall from my eyes, and with me being the type of person who hated crying in front of people, even my girl, I was surprised when I didn’t even bother to wipe it.
About twenty minutes passed before the doctor came into the room to examine Twinkle and further let us know what was going on. The same time he was walking into the room, so was my mama and Twinkle’s mama. They both rushed to her bedside, damn near pushing me out of the way. I stood now at the foot of the bed, watching the doctor.
He basically confirmed what the nurse had told us. He let us know the dangers that could have possibly happened had the baby kept growing outside of her uterus. It wouldn’t have been good for Twinkle or our baby, and the odds of them both dying were very high.
By the time he finished letting us know what was going on, Billion was walking into the room. He was still in his clothes from earlier because I’d just left him not even two hours ago. Usually, when everyone got around each other, it was nothing but jokes and shit. At this moment, everyone was serious and holding onto the same sad facial expression.
I never got a chance to kiss all over her stomach and express to her how happy I was that she was carrying my baby because the way I found out was foul. We ain’t even get to experience that first prenatal appointment and hear the heartbeat. This shit was fucked up on so many levels, but as the man, I was trying to be strong for us both.
“Everything going to be alright, Twink. You know that, right?” I asked, now that I was back standing at the head of the bed.
Her mama was standing on the other side, while my mama and Billion were sitting on the chairs that weren’t too far from the bed. Twinkle looked up at me with those big, brown eyes and rolled them.
“You can say that everything is going to be alright because although we just lost a child, you have another one on the way. Just go, Monterius. Get the hell from away from me,” she snapped and then started with her crying again.
I couldn’t even say that I was shocked that she threw that out there. She was hurting, so I honestly didn’t expect her to say anything other than that. I took that to the chin and nodded then took a seat on the couch next to a window.
This shit was fucked up on so many levels. A woman who had been in my life for years… a woman who I fuckin’ loved more than I loved my fuckin’ self… a woman who was the only woman that I’d ever seen a future with just lost our baby. Then, on the other hand, there was someone else who could possibly be carrying my son, and I didn’t even know her middle name.
Trinity was just someone I fucked from time to time. I swear, niggas, myself included, will live these wild ass lives, fucking different bitches, knowing that we have somebody at home that we deeply care about, with no worry about the way we can hurt our shorties. Can you imagine if this baby Trinity had was actually mine? Mannnn, I didn’t even want to begin to look at the way that would fuck Twinkle up.
“Cuz, I don’t know why we had to come all the way to the mall for you to get your little shorty something for Valentine’s Day. Back in the day, when I was your age, I used to have my mama take me down to the dollar store, and I would pick out like five bears and some chocolate. I would give them to my favorite five shorties. You ten years old, man. Fuck you need a girlfriend for?” I questioned my son, Lil Bill, as he and I walked in Aventura mall.
My daughter, Khari, was with us as well, wanting to pick up a Valentines’ day gift for her teacher, Ms. Lovely. Plus, these new Valentine’s Day Jordans dropped today that I wanted to get for her, so she could wear them tomorrow with the outfit that Denim had already bought her. Valentine’s Day was tomorrow, and I’d already put my order in days ago to have flowers, teddy bears, and chocolate delivered to my mama, grandma, and Twinkle.
I knew that Monterius was going to make sure that Twinkle was good, whether she was fuckin’ with him or not, bu
t I just felt the need to send a little love her way. It had been a few weeks since she had the miscarriage, and she was still fucked up about it.
When Monterius hit me that night to come down to the hospital because Twinkle was having some complications with the pregnancy, I swear I didn’t even want to go because I hated having to witness stuff like that. No man wanted to see a loved one in pain. I knew it was serious just from the way that Monterius had worded the text message. It was fucked up how she lost the baby, but it was even more fucked up that Monterius could possibly have another baby on the way. I didn’t even know shit about that, and that man and I told each other everything. I didn’t know about it until Twinkle said it in the hospital room.
That was my nigga and all, and I had been rooting for their relationship for some time. But if he had an outside baby on Twinkle, she needed to give that nigga his walking papers. Some shit just wasn’t forgivable. I wasn’t even just saying that because Twinkle was blood, and she had a special place in my heart. I was saying the shit because certain shit in relationships should be deal-breakers, and having a baby on your spouse is one of them.
Before you ladies get all mad and start calling me a hypocrite or whatnot, let me reiterate the fact that Khari wasn’t a baby that I had on Sidnesha. Sidnesha and I were done... over… finished, so that situation was nowhere near comparable to what Monterius had going on. He and I had our talk, and he told me straight up that he really didn’t know if the baby was his, but he also let it be known that it wouldn’t be a stretch to say that he was the father. I guess we would find out in the next two months because the Trinity girl was seven months pregnant.
Anyway, with Valentine's Day tomorrow and all, I decided to send flowers and shit to Normani’s job, but I figured that I would actually go there. Instead of meeting her in the parking garage with gifts, I would go into the office with a handful of shit for her. What woman wouldn’t be happy about that? I knew for a fact that she didn’t have a clue that I was going to surprise her because yesterday evening, she and I were talking on the phone, and she inquired about what I had planned for tomorrow. I played dumb, acting like I didn’t know what the hell tomorrow was.
Since Normani had given me her phone number, I won’t even flex like she and I sit up and talk on the phone every night because we don’t. Just like she was busy, a nigga was busy too, but I stayed finding time to call her, just to check in. At night, she was busy working on her book because she had a book signing coming up in a few weeks, where I planned to pop up on her because she had yet to inform a nigga where the shit was going to be.
Yesterday, I went to visit Twinkle and make sure she was alright, and she told me where the event was taking place. Normani was trying like a motha fucka to keep a nigga in the friend zone. I was steadily trying to break her out of that shit, which is why I made us dinner reservations for tomorrow night, and I wasn’t even giving her an option not to come. All that talking on the phone shit (when we actually had the time to) and all of that texting and shit was for the fuckin’ birds. I wanted to see her in person and kiss up on her again.
“The dollar store? I ain’t going to the dollar store to get no teddy bear. I want to get her some Gucci shoes,” Lil Bill told me the second we walked into the mall.
I sucked my teeth at his revelation and put my hand on his shoulder, turning him around, and slowing him down, so he could look at me.
“You playing the playa game all wrong, pimping. What you getting her Gucci shoes for? What she ever got you?” I asked.
