“Aight, let’s go.”
I grabbed her hand and led her out of the arcade. As we reached the exit, I heard, “There he is, Daddy!”
Turning swiftly, I pulled Malaysia behind me.
The little rascal had gone to get his daddy.
Malaysia
I didn’t want to downplay the amount of pain I was in, but I also wanted us to leave this establishment before I told Aspen how I really felt. The last thing I needed was him to fight or shoot anyone in here and we be banned for life. This place was one of my happy places, and I wanted to keep it that way.
The moment I heard that little voice, my heart dropped. There was no way Aspen would leave without checking this man’s temperature.
“You touch my son?” the man asked, walking over to us.He looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties, and though he was a bit heavier than Aspen, I knew he was no match for my husband. Not just because Aspen was literally trained to fight and kill, but also because he was a beast when it came to protecting those he loved.
“Yeah. He ran into my pregnant wife and hit her in her stomach. Now I didn’t hit him because he’s a child, but either he needs to apologize . . . or you do.”
The man laughed. “I see they let the clowns in here tonight. Ain’t no way me or my son apolo?—”
The loud crack of Aspen’s fist against the man’s jaw made me flinch. He put his foot behind him and hit him again, that time in his temple. As the man tumbled back, he fell over Aspen’s foot.
“Daddy!” the little boy screamed, running over to him.
“Let’s fucking go,” Aspen demanded, wearing a frown as he grabbed my hand and led me out of the exit.
I held in a whimper as what felt like a contraction shot through me. “Baby,” I almost whispered, squeezing his hand. “I-I think something is wrong.”
“Shit. Okay.” He picked me up bridal style and damn near jogged to the car. “Don’t worry. I got y’all.”
As he swerved in and out of traffic, I took to Google to try and assure myself my baby would be okay. From my research, since I was in my second trimester, it could go either way depending on how severe the trauma was. His elbow was sharp and hard, and with the speed he was running, it definitely made heavy impact. However, all I could do was pray my baby would be okay.
Unable to resist, I called my sister as tears filled my eyes. I didn’t want to worry my parents, and I knew I was good with my husband, but I still needed my sister to assure me everything would be okay.
“Hey, Sis. You good?” she almost yelled over the music when she answered.
“Sissy,” I whined as my tears fell.
“What’s wrong?”
“This little boy hit me in my stomach, and it hurts.”
“Where are you? Is Aspen with you?”
“Yes. We’re heading to the hospital now.”
“Which one? I’ll meet you there.”
“No. You don’t have to leave the party. I just want you to tell me my baby girl will be okay.”
Aspen took my hand into his and kissed it. “I’m coming, and yes, my niece will be okay. I’ma call Mama and Daddy too. Dejvi, we have to go.”
“Enjell, plea?—”
“We will meet you there,” she said sternly, and I knew there was no point in me going back and forth with her about it.
I wassurprised and burst into tears when literally everyone showed up after Enjell and Dejvi, even Beethoven and Whiskee. I kept apologizing and telling them they didn’t have to come, but they all said they wanted to make sure the baby and I were okay. The contractions appeared to be Braxton Hicks, but they still wanted to monitor me overnight. Thankfully, I hadn’t experienced placental abruption or fetal demise. My baby was okay.
Once the doctor gave everyone the news that I was okay, I was finally able to convince them to leave the waiting room. My parents, Enjell, and Dejvi were the last to go. After the scare, I wanted Asia with me. I held her close inbed as she slept on my chest, and Aspen was right next to me.
