Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“It wasn’t that bad, you’re acting like I was trying to get hurt on purpose...”
“Ilene, what the fuck? You’re six months pregnant what the hell were you thinking?” She’s trying to make me crazy that’s what I’ve finally come to realize.
She’d asked me to get something down from the closet that was buried under a crap load of her bullshit. I had shit to do because we’ve got to eat, so I asked her to wait until my return since it wasn’t a matter of life or death.
Imagine my surprise and near heart failure when I walked in the door hours later, only to see her up on a stepstool trying to reach the shit herself. Things wouldn’t have been so bad if she hadn’t mouthed off at me when I scolded her for taking unnecessary risks.
I watched her flounce around the room in her pique without saying a word. Her little snit was about to get her ass in a whole lotta trouble, but I didn’t say anything, just sat there as if I didn’t see a damn thing. I was about to tell her to sit her ass down before she made shit worse for herself but the phone rang.
From her words I knew it was Janine on the other end, and when the conversation turned to whispers I figured I was the topic of the night.
Her voice only came back up when they started in on some party or the other that they had plans to attend. I listened to the whole thing while my eyes were trained on the TV that I wasn’t watching as I waited for my nuts to air dry.
As soon as she hung up I turned it off and called her over to me. “Come here.” She was smiling again and seemingly over her shit, too bad I was about to rip that band aid off again.
I grabbed the back of her head and brought her face down close to mine. First I kissed her lips before moving my mouth to her ear. “You’re not going.” She tried pulling away to argue but I held her in place.
“You say shit else to me about this it’s gonna get worse for you. You wanna act up this is the price you pay.”
“But...”
“Shh, leave it; now go get ready for bed, and baby, if you disobey me on this you’ll live to regret it.” I let her go and turned the TV back on, dismissing her. I was still pissed way the fuck off
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Epilogue 2
DANE
“She’s been in pain for two hours what the fuck are you doing?” The fuck looked at me like I was stupid. First of all, he wasn’t even supposed to be her doctor with his male ass, so that shit already had me twisted.
Her water broke at a very inopportune moment if you know what I mean, and scared the living shit outta me. I still wasn’t over it.
Things were good when we got here. My daughter had kept a cool head while I was fighting hard not to fall apart, and that had gone a long way to helping me get through it.
Half an hour after she’d been admitted, her doctor had to go tend to some high risk some fuck or the other, and I wasn’t trying to sound like a heartless fuck, but what the fuck did that have to do with me and what the fuck I was dealing with here?
“You do realize Mr. Nightingale that some labors can take days.” He had the nerve to say that shit to me. I hate his fucking guts, but that could be the fear talking.
“What I realize is that if you don’t do some shit about this fuckery I’m gonna shoot your ass right here in front of all these fucking people.” He took a hasty step back and I reached back for my piece.
“Dane.”
“You pipe down.” I pointed my finger at her. I wasn’t in the mood for any of her placating bullshit. She’s too fucking nice, that’s why we’re in this shit now. If she hadn’t told the other quack that it was okay to pawn her off on this asshole, none of this would be happening. Surely no woman would subject another to this shit.
I know a lot about technology, I know how far we’ve come so that people don’t have to put up with this kind of pain bullshit.
I was trying to stay calm, but I’m usually the one calling the shots in a stressful situation, this shit was not for me. If my words weren’t getting through to his over educated ass, a bullet would.
My daughter was in the waiting room with my parents, and most of my guys had made it for the main event. We were still in the middle of moving the business here but I haven’t been much help with that, because she hit month seven and shit got real.