Page 49 of His Lucky Blessing

“Bruh, Blessyn private a fuck. She never mentioned it.”

“Fuck!”

“How the fuck you plan on fixing this shit? She’s your wife and the mother of your unborn son. You gotta fix this and I fuck with sis. She’s my boss.”

“I don’t even know where to start. I wish I could’ve got him to the hospital quicker maybe he would still be alive, and I wouldn’t be here right now.”

“Don’t relive that shit, bruh. You did everything a real nigga would do and you need to be cool with that. Stop beating yourself up and try to get your wife back.”

Me and my brother sat in silence for what felt like forever. Perc finally got a call and left me in the room alone. My thought was racing and all I could think about was that day. Kason’s blood was all over me when I laid him on the bed in the hospital. There was no way I could leave him in the backseat fighting for his life while his daddy’s brains were splattered in the front seat.

Blessyn crossed my mind as a tear fell from my eyes. I got up to grab my phone to call her, but her voicemail picked straight up. Clearing my throat, I opened my mouth to speak but the words wouldn’t come. I cleared my throat again to speak.

“Baby, I’m just checking on you. Can you call me back when you get this message, please?” I hung up and rested my head in my hands. I had to really fix this shit with Blessyn, or I was going to lose my damn mind.

Ilaid on my floor bathroom dry heaving and crying. Crust was stuck on my face from the day before and urine that was dried up in my panties was making me itch, but I couldn’t move because I wanted to die. I lost my son to the man that I loved. Lucky took everything from me and gave me everything at the same time. How was I supposed to go on after this? I loved him but how was I going to look him in his face after this?

He had called and text my phone so much until it was now dead. I didn’t want to talk to anyone or see anyone. Boogie knocked on the door a few times and even tried to take it off the hinges, but I still didn’t move. I knew he was only following orders but even he couldn’t get me to move from where I was laying. Lucky was right about one thing; I didn’t mention my son. He did ask but I didn’t expect for our shit to lead intomarriage. I fell for him, and it ended up being so fast that I didn’t have time to tell him.

Lucky was responsible for all this shit. The past few times I went to see my son and Khi, his gravesite was always clean. No matter how good of a man Lucky may appear, I would never be able to forgive him for fucking my whole life up. The depression that I dealt with all these years made me hate myself. I felt like I could have done more that day. Every day I woke up I felt like it was my fault that my son died.

I wasn’t sure what time it was, or what day it was. All I remember is Lucky walking out on me and knocking the air from my lungs. My chest was starting to hurt, and my body was sore from laying on the marble bathroom floor. By now, my baby hadn’t moved in a while, and I hadn’t eaten since before Lucky and I got into an argument. I was afraid but at the same time I couldn’t focus on anything right now. Sleep was finally starting to hit me, but I fought it as long as I could until my eyes automatically shut.

“Please don’t let him wear that fucking shit while he with me,” Khi fussed as I got our son dressed.

“It’s just a shirt. You can let him wear it this one time. Chill out. Where are y’all going anyway?”

“We ‘bout to chill. We’ll be home for dinner.”

Hours went by without a word from Khi. Kj’s chicken nuggets were now cold and hard as hell. The food I had fixed for Khi was sitting across from me looking had gotten cold. It wasn’t like him not to answer my calls. I cleaned the kitchen up and took a shower. It wasn’t abnormal for Khi to come in the house late but for him to have our son out late wasn’t like him. The phone started ringing off the hook a little after nine.

“Hello?”

“Am I speaking to the mother of Kason Saint?”

“Speaking.”

“Can you come down to Grady Hospital. I believe we have your son, but he must be identified.”

“Identified?”

“Yes ma’am. We will give you more information when you get here. We don’t like to give out too much information due to HIPPA laws.”

“Yes…yes, I understand. I’m on the way.”

The hospital was a zoo. Grady was the busiest place in Atlanta. I wasn’t sure if I needed to go the ER or to another floor. I rushed to the desk and told the nurse about the phone call. She tapped away at the computer and pointed me in the direction of where I needed to be. My heart raced as I got closer to the OR nursing station. This wasn’t good. I could feel in it my heart.

“Hey…I’m the mother of Kason Saint. I got a call.”

“Yes, we just had a little boy come out of surgery. Can you give us some birthmarks, clothing or anything he had on?”

“Yes, he had on a blue cartoon character shirt.”

“What kind of character shirt?”

“Ummm…shit, I can’t think right now. He does have a birthmark right under his eye.”

“Okay, can we speak with you in a private area.”

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