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there was a reason she was bleeding and I need to figure it out.”
    I look up at GT. “I’ll be okay. Let them do this so we can find out what’s going on.” My eyes connect with his and pain is swirling inside of them.
    “I’m so sorry, Angel.” He shakes his head. “I didn’t—”
    “Not now. Go with Ma. The sooner we do this, the faster we can go home,” I try reassuring him, even though I want him by my side during this whole process, but right now is not the time to discuss any of this and if the doctor says he has to go, then he has to go. Me being scared out of my ever-loving mind isn’t reason enough to disobey.
    “I’ll be right outside those doors. I’m not leaving.” My heart breaks for the pain and guilt I see written all over his face. I want to wash it away for him.
    I give him a tight smile. “I know, baby.” He leans down and places his hand on my cheek, pressing his lips to mine. My breath is taken away for a moment. He pulls back. “Take care of her.” He directs the words to the doctor.
    “I sure will.” Dr. Hernandez begins moving throughout the room in a rush with the nurses on her heels.
    I turn back to GT. “Go. Let’s get this over with. Everything will be fine.” I try to believe the words coming out of my mouth, but part of me is fighting to not yell you’re full of shit! to myself.
    “I’ll be right outside that door,” he repeats himself. I can see in his eyes he’s worried as shit and the fact he has no control over it is eating away at him.
    “Okay. Ma?” I look at her expectantly. She nods, reading my thoughts.
    “I’ve got him.” She squeezes my foot again. “We will see you very soon.” Ma practically has to push GT out of the room, but he does go. I watch the scene around me and the worry deepens. Logically, I saw the baby moving inside of me; subconsciously, all I can think is that didn’t make a difference last time.
     

     
    I pace these fucking white floors back and forth… back and forth as I stare down at the tile with little specks of gold inside of them. My arm is sore from gripping my neck and hair for so long, but I welcome the pain. Pain is what I deserve. Thirty minutes has felt like days. Practically the whole fucking club is here in the waiting room and we’ve gotten more than our fair share of looks, but one glance at me has them bolting away quick. I haven’t talked to anyone and they’ve all given me my space. Wise decision.
    “Son, you need to calm down. You’re not going to help her like this.” Pops’s boots enter my path of vision, causing me to halt. I look up from the floor into the same eyes that reflect me in the mirror daily, only his are filled with concern, but also strength.
    “I don’t know what else to do, Pops.” I have no fucking clue if something’s wrong with the baby, I just don’t know. Angel won’t make it. She was a fucking mess after Mia and still is for that matter. I’ll fucking lose her, I just know it. The worst fucking part is, it’s my fault.
    Ma walks up, wrapping her arms around Pops who places his arm around her shoulder, kissing her on top of her hair. “Want to tell me why you were kissing some woman?” She quirks her brow in condemnation and I deserve that shit.
    “Ma, it was Bobbie’s ol’ lady from Chesterfield.”
    “Why was she here, GT?” If it were any other woman, I’d tell them to mind their own fucking business, but Ma and Angel are different. Fuck, I’m getting soft.
    “I’m having Bobbie make something for the baby. It was supposed to be a surprise for Angel, but now, I’ll have to tell her.” I shake my head. “She wasn’t supposed to be there or I wouldn’t have had the woman come.”
    “I know you mean well, but…” Ma stops at her words and I know what she’s going to say.
    “I fucked up, all right. I’ve already told Angel that.” I pause and take a deep breath. “You think that’s why she started bleeding?” I knew the answer to the question,