Fatima went upstairs and locked her door. Fatima wanted to go back downstairs and set it off, but she remembered her children were still in the house. There was also one inside of her that felt everything she did. She decides to approach the situation differently. Fatima still associates her almost miscarriage to fighting, she isn't trying to cause this baby any more pain. She placed Josiah on the bed and turned on one of his favorite shows, knowing it would keep him awake. Fatima went to the bathroom, called Danni, and sobbed uncontrollably. Fatima didn't feel like cooking, so she had door dash delivered to her house. Fatima ran the boys a bath in her tub. Jr and Tiffany had just finished his homework. Fatima called him upstairs to take a bath. Zac was watching television in the living room.
Tiffany: -walking into the living room- Mr. Taylor, I'm sorry about the drama I caused.
Zac: Tiffany, it's not your fault. It was all mine. I was his father, and I should never have looked away from him. Fatima has every right to be upset. But don't worry, I'll make sure she's respectful around you. Listen, I'm not siding with you over my wife. I just don't want you to lose your job because of something I had a hand in as well.
Tiffany: Are you sure I can call you, Zac?
Zac: -looks at her, shakes his head-
Tiffany: Okay, well... Zac, your wife doesn't want me here. I think it would be best for me to leave.
Zac: Tiffany, you're not going anywhere. For the sole purpose of the boys, they adore you and have grown accustomed to you. I will not have different people around my children. They require consistency, which I intend to provide. One mistake was made, but it is not the end of the world. Believe me. Fatima will loosen up. We just need to give her some space.
Tiffany: Are you sure?
Zac: Tiffany!!
Tiffany: -lets out a little laugh- Sorry, Zac. Okay, I will see you guys tomorrow.
Zac: -looks at her confused- Tomorrow is Saturday? Did she tell you to come tomorrow?
Tiffany: Yes, she asked me to watch the boys while she went out for a little.
Zac: Did she say where she was going?
Tiffany: She wanted to get started on the nursery.
Zac: Oh, that's right. Well, see you tomorrow.
Tiffany: Bye, Zac. -leaves-
Zac remained downstairs to give Fatima some space. Fatima is getting the boys ready to get in the tub. She put Jr first and is now undressing Josiah. She removes his pants, followed by his bandage. When she sees Josiah's wound, her eyes tear up.
Jr: -sees it- AHHHHH! Mommy!!! -stands up in the bath- He has no skin. -becomes upset- Who did this to you, Jojo? -punching the bathtub-
Fatima: -lets out a little laugh- Calm down, pooh. Please, sit down before you hurt yourself.
Jr: -yells- LOOK AT HIM, MOMMY!! HE GOT HURT.
Fatima: -sitting him down- I know, pooh. I can see it too.
Fatima placed Josiah in the bath, and he immediately screamed at the top of his lungs. She yanked him out right away.
Fatima: What's wrong, baby?
Josiah: -holding his knee, crying-
Jr: MOMMY!!! You hurt him.
Fatima: I didn't, pooh... Hold on -pulls out her phone-
Fatima left his paper downstairs and can't recall what she read about aftercare. She looks up whether you can get stitches wet because she assumed that was why he was crying. It came back that you had had to wait 48 hours and that even then, you had to take a shower. Fatima felt like complete shit. Josiah cries as she begins to hold him in her arms. Jr stands up and hugs Josiah.
