Page 121 of His Lucky Blessing

I really wasn’t much in a birthday mood. Everything was nice but not hearing from Lucky or Perc was making me sick on my stomach. Merci tried her best not to think about it but I knew itwas fucking with her too. We had plans to go to a carnival with the kids today, but Merci was sick.

“You want me to bring you anything? I can call for you some soup or something. You need to eat.”

“I think I’m going into labor.”

“Bitch you can’t do this shit right now. We got two damn kids with us and no babysitter.”

“I don’t feel good at all. I got this damn pain in my back and pressure in my pussy.”

“Merci, you got a few more weeks to go don’t do this here. We are in a foreign place.”

“I suggest you find someone to take us to a hospital or find a nurse bitch, because I’m telling you that I’m either in labor or it’s about to start.”

“Fuck! Okay, let me call someone.”

We were in the Dominic Republic. Most of the people didn’t speak English here. I told Merci last night to lay off the damn spicy food, but she kept eating. Now her ass was in bed possibly about to give birth. On the outside I was calm but the inside I was falling apart. I grabbed the phone to call the front desk, and the bitch immediately started speaking in Spanish.

“I’m going to run downstairs, and I’ll be right back. I have my phone so just call me if you need me.”

I got down to the lobby and asked a few tourists did they speak in Spanish so they could help me call for help. I found one couple that was American and was able to speak for me. The couple just so happens to be a nurse and a doctor. That was all I needed. I let them follow me back to the room to check on Merci.

“What did she eat? The food and water is very contaminated and if you left from here and went somewhere else it’s a possibility that she ingested something shouldn’t have.”

“We did leave last night and eat at a new restaurant. She had some water with lemon and a spicy dish I believe it was fish and shrimp.”

Merci was sweating so bad that her gown was soaked but when the wife pulled the cover back, they discovered that her water had broke.

“Either we can try to get her to the nearest hospital which may or may not be safe or clean. The other option is we endure the labor here with her and then transfer her.”

“Will she make it? She looks bad and her stepdaughter is in the next room.”

“I have some things to get her hydrated, but I think she will be safer here being that we’re American.”

I watched my sister labor into the early hours of the morning. She cried until she just couldn’t cry anymore. It was going on the next morning and she finally pushing the baby out. I owed this couple my life. Neither of them complained while she labored. They did manage to get some help from the resort we stayed on. They found a clean facility to take her to once the baby was born. Right as the baby head started to peek. I called Perc.

“I didn’t want to bother y’all but she’s having the baby.”

“Ahh Nah! FaceTime.”

When Perc answered the FaceTime Merci pushed out a healthy little boy. He was screaming at the top of his lungs. I couldn’t help but cry as they cleaned him off. Now that I got a good look at him, he looked like my son.

“Put the camera closer.”

“If I put it any closer, I’ll have it in her pussy.”

“Merci! Is that my son?”

“She’s not doing good, Perc. We gotta go. She’s going into cardiac arrest,” I dropped the phone as the wife performed CPR.

“Don’t you do this Merci. I just got you back!” I cried.

“Can you take the baby and go to the next room? I’m going to call the ambulance. We got to get her some blood quick. As soon as they are here, I’ll let you back in. Right now, we need to get her stable.”

I backed up as he pushed me softly out of the room. My phone was ringing, my son was crying and so was my new nephew. What the fuck was I supposed to do now?

“Fuck this nigga man. I gotta go be with Merci. I can’t lose her again, bruh. When I get back, we handle this shit. Blessyn there with all of the damn kids.”

“Nigga you can’t go no damn where with no passport. I’ll go and you sit your ass still. I told your ass ‘bout getting trouble when we were younger.”

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