Epilogue Five Months Later
A nigga was deep in his sleep when I felt my body being shaken and Tiomi screaming my name.
She was now eight months pregnant and we were expecting my son and daughter any day now.
Just like I said at her first doctor’s appointment, I knew what the sexes were.
My eyes popped open when she slapped the shit out of me and screamed my name again.
“Jawan Jones. Get your light skinned ass up right now.”
I quickly sat up on the bed and put my eyes on my wife.
“What’s wrong? Is it the babies?” I asked and reached for her belly. When she slapped my hand away, I narrowed my eyes at her. “Fuck wrong with you?”
“You,” she cried. “You’re what’s wrong with me.”
My frown deepened. “Nigga what the fuck I do? I been sleep, how the hell I’m the problem?”
“I can’t do this. I’m pregnant with your kids. This isn’t good for me or the kids.”
“Bro’ stop fuckin’ talking in circles and tell me what your fuckin’ problem is. It’s,” I looked at my phone’s screen, “five in the fucking morning and you up tripping.”
“I had a dream that you cheated on me,” she whined, and it felt like déjà vu. I threw my legs over the side of the bed and dropped my face into my hands. Ain’t no way her fat ass woke me up to this bullshit again.
“Jawan,” Tio called out.
“Aye, yo’ for real bruh, don’t say shit to me right now,” I said and chuckled. “I’m about to go in Lae room and sleep on the fuckin’ floor.” I stood to my feet, grabbed the throw blanket and left the room.
Crazy muhfucka.
I promised myself that after she had my kids that I was going to look into some mental health facilities for her.
Second time her nutty ass woke me up with a slap to the face about some bullshit ass dream.
I had just got right and got comfortable in my pallet when she started screaming my name.
I grabbed the pillow and put it over my head.
Fuck her.
As I tried to tune Tio out, I heard little feet padding across the floor, then I felt the weight of my little person on my back.
“Daddy! Mommy cry! Mommy pee-pee!”
Again, my eyes popped open and I looked towards the door. Fuck, the babies are coming. I slowly got up off the floor so Rae could slide off my back and I could check on her mother.
“Baby,” I called out when I got in the room and saw Tio sitting on the end of the bed cradling her stomach. I rushed to her side and touched her stomach. “Baby come on, let me get you changed so we can go.”
“It hurts baby,” she whined. “So bad.”
“I know baby, come on.”
I helped her off of the bed and into some clean clothes.
I got Darren to pull up and grab the girls, so I could get Tio to the hospital.
This time was different from the last. She was in a lot more pain this time.
Maybe it was because she was carrying two kids instead of one, but it had a nigga scared.
We got to the hospital and they got us settled into a labor and delivery room.
Unlike the last time we were here, Dr. Roman was here on call, so I didn’t have to flip my shit about these fuckin’ student doctors and shit they be tryin’ muhfuckas with.
“My favorite patients!” Dr. Roman spoke when she came into the room. “How are we feeling, Tio?”
“Like I’m about to die,” she cried. “Can I get the epidural now?”
She let out a low chuckle as she put the gloves on her hands. “Let me see how far dilated we are, then I can get you taken care of.” She assisted Tiomi with lying back on the bed and I took a spot beside her. I stroked her cheek and placed a kiss on her forehead.
“It’s almost over baby.”
The doctor checked her cervix and gave us a sympathetic look. “Tio, I’m sorry love. We’re about to have these babies.”
“W-what?” she asked looking back and forth between us.
“Don’t look at me. You shoulda been worried about coming to this hospital when you was slapping the shit out of me.” I turned my nose up.
“Shut the fuck up, Jawan,” she snapped. “Dr. Roman, there’s nothing you can give me?”
“I’m so sorry, Mrs. Jones, I’m afraid not. We’re about to have these babies,” the doctor replied.
In that moment, a contraction must have hit, because Tiomi grabbed my arm and dug her nails so far into my shit that she broke the skin and drew blood. “Tio what the fuck, man?” I snapped at her and snatched my shit away. “Unhand me.”
“I’m sorry baby. This is all your fault though. These are your fuckin’ kids. You keep doing this to me and I never want you to touch me again.”
She had started to sweat and shit, looking all possessed and shit. A nigga was kinda spooked, but I couldn’t leave until I got my kids away from her crazy ass.
“Yo’ doc, what the fuck? She look deranged as fuck, get her ass something,” I said when Dr. Roman stepped back into the room with her team of nurses and shit.
“Nope, you’re going to have to be her comfort and whatever else she needs you to be this go ‘round. Sorry, Dad.”
This was some bullshit. This was our last fuckin’ kid.
Ain’t not damn way I’m going to put myself through this shit with this lunatic again.
I pushed all the negative thoughts to the back of my mind so I could get my kids here safely.
I’d deal with the rest of the shit later.
The nurses got one of Tio’s feet into the lil’ shit at the end of the bed and I grabbed the other in my free hand.
The look she had on her face told me that she was scared and ill prepared to be having our kids without medicine but shit, we were about to do it.
I put my forehead onto hers and gave her some words of encouragement.
“It's okay, baby. After them, I swear to God I’ll start pulling out.”
“Jawan, shut the fuck up and hold my hand.”
I grabbed her hand and the doctor told her to get ready push. She sucked in a deep breath and pushed, squeezing my hand so tight that it brought me to my knees. When she stopped pushing, she lightened up.
“Just a few more pushes and we’ll have baby number one out.”
It took Tio about thirty minutes to birth our kids, but the five broken fingers was worth it. The world was blessed with the presence of Jawan Jr. and Janae and I can’t name too many more times that I was as happy as I was now.
“Thank you, baby. I know I was talking a lot of shit, but I would do this as many times as you wanted me to,” Tio said with tears streaming down her face.
“Here you go with that crybaby shit,” I replied jokingly.
“I’m sorry, baby,” she whined. “That’s what you do to me.”
The End!