Miami, Florida
10:30 A.M.
A Week Later...
Please Excuse Any Mistakes!❤️
"-and we'll be back to inform her when the medicine has worn off."
"Okay. Thank you."
Farah heard the closing of what sounded like a door after that. Her head was pounding so she couldn't even force herself to open her eyes at the moment. She felt as if she had three tons of steel on her chest.
"Momma okay, da?"
"She will be. We just gotta let her wake up."
"Ma! Wake up!"
"Hush, girl! She sleep."
"Duh da. That why I say WAKE UP MA!"
"I'm finna put you in that closet. Keep right on, Peaches."
Farah heard a small gasp and then a light, but loud slap. At least that's what she thought it was. Then she heard Trey gasp; she knew that sound from anywhere.
"Imma beat yo' ass, Novah! Why you do that?"
"Why you be mean, Trey? Huh?"
"See. That's why imma tell yo' momma you being bad. She gon' cut yo' butt too."
"Mommy not believe you. Haha."
Farah let out a small chuckle, which only sounded like a little cough to the two outsiders. Novah quickly looked over to her mother and Trey paid it no mind. He figured he was just hearing things until Novah started yelling.
"MOMMA! YOU WAKE UP! DADDY BEING MEAN, MA!"
Trey's head snapped upon hearing Novah talk to her mother. He met eyes with her, but she looked away and back to her babygirl.
"He is, Peach? Imma get him, okay?"
"K momma."
Trey just continued staring at her wondering if she was gonna break the ice or he had to. He really wasn't planning on having a conversation with her today, but after what he witnessed he knew he didn't have a choice.
"How you feeling, boo?"
"I'm okay, Trey."
He winced at the fact that she didn't call him her same old nickname she always used. He now knew that they would not in fact be having a normal, good conversation. But boy was he hoping so.
"Imma call the doctor back in here. He got some things to discuss with you."
Hearing those words made Farah only think of the worst. She immediately placed her hands on her stomach, and she couldn't help but feel empty in a way. She was just hoping and praying it wasn't what she thought.
Trey had walked back in from calling for the doctor, and a short brown-skinned woman waltzed in followed by a pale-skinned younger girl. The woman held a solemn expression on her face, and Farah began to feel sick to her stomach.
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