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faint white lights. Soon the sound of her baby wailing comforted her and she closed her eyes. The sound of the heart monitor signaling that Carlisha was flat lining competed with the wails of her newborn son.
**KC**
The multiple rings of the phone woke Pete up with a start. He sat right up in the bed and looked around the dark room in bewilderment. The ringing again thirty seconds later confirmed why he woke up. Pete snatched the phone off the cradle that was on the nightstand. "What is it?" He was obviously annoyed. He yawned and stretched.
"Is this Peter and Moriah Holmes’ residence?" The caller asked.
Pete rubbed the sleep from his eyes so he could clearly see. The clock on the nightstand read two-thirty in the morning. Pete was alarmed. “This is Pete. What is this about?"
"Sir, I’m sorry to have to report this, but Miss Carlisha Mitchell died this morning after giving birth to her son. He was born premature, but miraculously he's doing just fine –"
"What?!" Pete ran his hand through his hair with his free hand. Did he hear him right? Carlisha died after giving birth? What? Am I dreaming? Pete looked around the dark bedroom in hope that it would confirm that he was in his right mind and hearing the gentleman on the other end of the phone correctly.
"Sir you and your wife are listed as next of kin for Miss Mitchell."
"My wife is dead," Pete answered shortly, he was still confused. He yawned.
"Oh Sir, I’m so sorry for your losses. But I had to call. We also need to know when you will be coming in to see the baby."
"Baby? Isn't there someone else you can call? I’m not related to Carlisha. My wife took her in years ago and got her on her feet, but I’m in no position to deal with this." And a black baby at that. He yanked the covers off and got out of the bed. He paced back and forth, completely naked, as he tried to process what he was just told. The gentleman on the other end of the phone continued talking, but Pete's mind had left his present state. Carlisha is dead? I just saw her yesterday. And I didn’t even know she was pregnant. Would I have even cared? A pang of sorrow overtook him and the color of Carlisha's skin didn't matter to him at that moment. He wiped tears that unexpectedly fell from his eyes. Moriah would probably be ashamed of him on how he turned his back on Carlisha and how he had come to despise the skin she was in. But Pete felt that all the love and compassion that was once within him was buried along with his wife. He didn’t feel there was use for love and compassion without his wife – his definition of love, in the world. But the unexpected news of Carlisha stung.
He remembered when he considered Carlisha a part of his family. Moriah adopted her by love into their home. They spent holidays together and even went on vacation as a family a few times. He did once feel like a father figure to her and now he grieved her death. He completely shut her out of his life and heart the moment her black face began to remind him of the black man that took his wife's life. Never did he consider how his actions may have affected Carlisha. The call was vividly reminding him of the call he received when Moriah died.
"Sir, Sir are you still there?" The caller interrupted Pete's thoughts.
"Yes, I’m here. I will be at the hospital shortly." He hung up the phone and waited for the moment he would be awakened from the nightmare he swore he was having. No way is Carlisha dead and leaving behind a baby?! He stood frozen in his position by the side of his bed. He didn’t know what to do, who to call, what to say or how to react.
Chapter 17
Debra had arrived at the hospital within thirty minutes like she had told Carlisha. She had harassed the nurses to tell her which room Carlisha was in, but she was denied. They told her Carlisha was already in
**KC**
The multiple rings of the phone woke Pete up with a start. He sat right up in the bed and looked around the dark room in bewilderment. The ringing again thirty seconds later confirmed why he woke up. Pete snatched the phone off the cradle that was on the nightstand. "What is it?" He was obviously annoyed. He yawned and stretched.
"Is this Peter and Moriah Holmes’ residence?" The caller asked.
Pete rubbed the sleep from his eyes so he could clearly see. The clock on the nightstand read two-thirty in the morning. Pete was alarmed. “This is Pete. What is this about?"
"Sir, I’m sorry to have to report this, but Miss Carlisha Mitchell died this morning after giving birth to her son. He was born premature, but miraculously he's doing just fine –"
"What?!" Pete ran his hand through his hair with his free hand. Did he hear him right? Carlisha died after giving birth? What? Am I dreaming? Pete looked around the dark bedroom in hope that it would confirm that he was in his right mind and hearing the gentleman on the other end of the phone correctly.
"Sir you and your wife are listed as next of kin for Miss Mitchell."
"My wife is dead," Pete answered shortly, he was still confused. He yawned.
"Oh Sir, I’m so sorry for your losses. But I had to call. We also need to know when you will be coming in to see the baby."
"Baby? Isn't there someone else you can call? I’m not related to Carlisha. My wife took her in years ago and got her on her feet, but I’m in no position to deal with this." And a black baby at that. He yanked the covers off and got out of the bed. He paced back and forth, completely naked, as he tried to process what he was just told. The gentleman on the other end of the phone continued talking, but Pete's mind had left his present state. Carlisha is dead? I just saw her yesterday. And I didn’t even know she was pregnant. Would I have even cared? A pang of sorrow overtook him and the color of Carlisha's skin didn't matter to him at that moment. He wiped tears that unexpectedly fell from his eyes. Moriah would probably be ashamed of him on how he turned his back on Carlisha and how he had come to despise the skin she was in. But Pete felt that all the love and compassion that was once within him was buried along with his wife. He didn’t feel there was use for love and compassion without his wife – his definition of love, in the world. But the unexpected news of Carlisha stung.
He remembered when he considered Carlisha a part of his family. Moriah adopted her by love into their home. They spent holidays together and even went on vacation as a family a few times. He did once feel like a father figure to her and now he grieved her death. He completely shut her out of his life and heart the moment her black face began to remind him of the black man that took his wife's life. Never did he consider how his actions may have affected Carlisha. The call was vividly reminding him of the call he received when Moriah died.
"Sir, Sir are you still there?" The caller interrupted Pete's thoughts.
"Yes, I’m here. I will be at the hospital shortly." He hung up the phone and waited for the moment he would be awakened from the nightmare he swore he was having. No way is Carlisha dead and leaving behind a baby?! He stood frozen in his position by the side of his bed. He didn’t know what to do, who to call, what to say or how to react.
Chapter 17
Debra had arrived at the hospital within thirty minutes like she had told Carlisha. She had harassed the nurses to tell her which room Carlisha was in, but she was denied. They told her Carlisha was already in
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