Page 67 of For the Lover in You
They wanted the parents' consent for treatment, for more questions, and because of his age, they called in a social worker for questioning. I tried calling you, Trina tried, and even the lawyer. We had no choice..." she trailed off.
"No choice for what, Chasity?"
"I'm sorry, cousin. We had no choice but to call Kyle."
I could no longer hear the busy streets around me. All I heard was KJ, asthma, social worker, and Kyle.
"Chasity, I'll be home shortly. I'm looking for a flight now. Let them know I'm on the way."
"I got you, cousin. Trina is here with Owen and your lawyer. Kyle is here also with his baby mama. He's trying to argue with your lawyer because you're at a work conference. We got your back but get here as soon as possible."
I didn't even wait to say goodbye. I hung up the phone and immediately searched for flights back home. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder, causing me to jump. I spun around. Tremaine stood there with a worried look on his face.
"You're crying. What's going on?" he asked.
I hadn't realized tears had streamed down my face until he pointed it out.
"KJ's hurt, and I need to get home. I need a flight right now!" I blurted.
"Hurt? What happened?"
"My baby's hurt! Chasity is saying he had an asthma attack! I need to get home to my baby! I need to be there! I need a flight!" I relayed in a panic as my chest rose and fell.
"Baby, calm down?—"
"Don't tell me to call down! My fucking child is in the emergency room. His stupid ass father is trying to take him away from me while I'm up here! I'm clearly forgetting about my responsibilities, which is KJ! So don't tell me to calm down!"
"I didn't mean it like that." Trey grabbed my hands. "Let's regroup. I'm here for you, baby. I'm not trying to upset you or to make matters worse. We're a team. Let's figure out how to get home to KJ, okay?"
I took a deep breath and looked into Tremaine's eyes. He was sincere, and I felt like a complete ass for yelling at him the way I did.
"I'm sorry for shouting at you the way I did just now."
He shook his head. "No need to apologize. I get it."
"But what about the conference?" I asked.
"Fuck these people! You and KJ are what's important right now."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm positive. Let me get us a car, and then when we get back to the penthouse, you pack the stuff while I work on getting us a flight out of here."
I agreed and waited while Tremaine booked a car. My mind was going a mile a minute, and I could barely focus on anything else but getting to KJ, but when the time came, I was going to have the conversation with Tremaine about rearranging his life for me.
Eight hours later, I rushed through the doors of the hospital. Tremaine booked two of us expensive flights in less than an hour. Vance was at the airport, waiting for us as soon as we arrived. I hadn't spoken a word since speaking with Tremaine on the street. Everything was overwhelming. Tremaine did his best to make sure I was okay, but I wasn't. Too much was happening at one time.
The atmosphere of the hospital hit me all at once. Seeing the sick people and those who needed help reminded me that my child was one of those people. I skipped the line and ran straight to the front.
"Excuse me, I'm here for Kyle Cruz Jr. Can you tell me where he is?"
The young receptionist had long pink nails, a face full of makeup, and a long blonde wig. She popped her gum and rolled her eyes when she looked at me.
"Ma'am, you can't just cut in front of all these people. Get to the back and wait. Your matter ain't as important as the next person," she spat.
After the day I had, all I could feel was rage brewing. My body heated, and my rage rushed its way to the top. I reached over the counter to snatch her up, but Tremaine pulled me back. I twisted out of his grip.
"Mila, if you go to jail, you're really not going to see KJ. I spoke with Owen, and I know which room KJ's in. Get yourself together," he warned.
