Page 218 of I See You

“You talk about Sevyn like she’s the only thing keeping you breathing. Like she your anchor. Your peace.” Steven softened just a little. “And I believe she is. I can see it. So don’t throw that away just because you afraid. Don’t break her heart just to protect your own guilt.”

He gave Hassan one final look, then turned and walked away, leaving him frozen in thought.

A beat later, the doctor appeared down the hall. The family rushed forward, swarming him for answers. Hassan stayed back a second longer, his chest heavy, his pulse pounding.

Because Steven was right. And he knew it.

“Family of Sevyn Love,” the doctor called out. Everyone jumped.

“How is she? How is my baby?” Trina rushed forward, her voice shaking as Steven held her waist to steady her.

“She’s stable… but it was close,” the doctor—Dr. Mills, according to his badge—began, his voice calm, but grim.

Theentirewaitingroomfroze.Hassanfelthisheartpoundingso loudit echoed in his ears.

“She suffered a severe concussion, likely from blunt force trauma. There were also traces of multiple sedatives in her system—enough to keep her unconscious for days.”

Gasps broke out around him.

Dorian slapped a hand over her mouth. Harper’s eyes flooded with tears. Roman dropped his head, jaw clenched.

“We pumped her stomach, administered counteragents. She’s breathing on her own now.”

Relief flooded the room—but then Dr. Mills paused. “But—”

Everyone held their breath.

“But what?” Hassan snapped, his voice low and sharp, cutting through the silence.

Dr. Mills hesitated, eyes scanning their faces. “There’s something else.”

“What, nigga?! Spit the shit out!” Steven barked, rage breaking through his calm. Trina grabbed his arm, trying to soothe him. The street was rising in him, and the doctor flinched at the shift in energy.

Dr. Mills cleared his throat. “Her bloodwork confirmed… early signs of pregnancy.”

Silence. Shocked, still, thick silence. “Oh my God…” Dorian whispered.

Hassan didn’t move. His entire body locked up at the news. His mind went blank, heart still, chest tight. But deep in his soul, he already knew. He felt it.

That was his baby.

Braxton hadn’t had Sevyn long enough to plant that kind of seed. And even thinking about that nigga touching her made Hassan want to drag his corpse out the dirt just to kill him again.

But this? This shifted everything. He was going to be a father. With her. Sevyn was alive. She was safe. And she was carrying his child.

And suddenly, walking away wasn’t an option anymore.

Harper looked over at Hassan. He hadn’t moved. His eyes were locked on nothing—lost somewhere deep in his mind. She knew he was stunned, maybe still processing the news. She hoped he was happy, at least a little. A baby was on the way. A new life, a new beginning. Especially now—just hours after losing one. Madea.

“We don’t know how far along yet,” Dr. Mills continued, voice softer now. “But with the trauma and the drugs, we’ll need to monitor her closely for complications.”

Everyonenodded,buttheshockstillclungtotheroomlikefog.

No one spoke.

Dr. Mills cleared his throat, straightening his clipboard.“Becauseofthenatureofherinjuries…byprotocol,I’mrequired to inform the authorities.”

The tension in the air snapped. Hassan stepped forward slowly, hands in his jacket. Everyone watched. Without saying a word, he pulled out a thick envelope and held it out.

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