“He didn’t snatch us up. The other ones did, and you could tell he wasn’t with it to begin with.”
I laughed at her sarcastically.
“Oh, so you know all about the Quatar family now because one of them decided he was done seeing you get beat?”
“Crew, you are allowed to have respect and honor for the people you feel deserve it, and so can I. The fact of the matter is that I could be dead right now, and this baby wouldn’t even be breathing if it wasn't for Amir. So yes, in my heart, I feel like Amira should be her name, and you can be mad all you want.”
She was snaking her neck and sitting there with an attitude, and as much as I wanted to snatch her ass off that bed, I told myself to let her make it. Now that she was the mother of my child, I would never hurt her as much as she made me want to.Maybe when she calms down, I can talk some sense into her ass. Make her realize that what she just did just wasn't right.
After our big blowup about the name, Pernelle and I sat in the room in silence. I kept getting up, walking over, looking at my baby, admiring that button nose and those full, pink lips she had.
Once Pernelle got medicine from the doctor, I thought she’d loosen up a bit because he told her it was Vicodin or some shit.
“Do you mind if I hold her now?”
I asked after the meds seemed to have her relaxed.
“Yes, I do mind. I’m holding her right now, Crew.”
I exhaled, but I didn’t say anything back, and tried relaxing, but sitting in silence was making it hard to calm my nerves. Too many thoughts running in and out.
“I’ll be right back. I’m about to go take a walk.”
“K, we will see if it takes you a day to get back.”
I ignored her, shaking my head as I walked out of the room.
I took off toward the lobby, but in that moment, I didn’t want to talk to anybody or explain shit. So, I turned around and started walking the other way to go up a floor instead of running into my people.
When I hit the third-floor elevator, I didn’t even know where I was going until the doors opened and I saw the sign Trauma Unit.
I stepped out and made a left, walking down a long hallway that felt like it stretched farther than it should’ve. As I walked, I saw a woman coming from the elevator at the other end of the hallway, being helped by a nurse.
I knew that figure even from this far away, and that's because it was my mama.
“What the fuck?” I said to myself, watching the nurse guide her toward those double doors at the end of the hall.
“Mama,” I called out, and she didn’t hear me at first until I yelled her name again at a closer distance.
“Mama!” She stopped in her tracks.
“Crewshon?”
“Yeah, Mama, what are you doing up here?”
“I’m here with Gio. I’m going to see him because he just got out of surgery.”
“He what?” I asked, remembering the nurse was standing right here, so I couldn’t say what I wanted to.
“Ma’am, you can go ahead and go in. I can handle her from here.”
The nurse looked between us.
“Are you sure, sir?”
“Yeah. I can help her inside.”
“Okay, just push the button and say the room number.”
