Page 15 of I Choose You 3

“What’s good sis?” I answered the phone.

“Otis, you need to get to Memorial Hospital like right now,” she said into the phone, and I could tell that she was crying.

“What’s going on? Is Tisha and the baby okay? Where is Tisha?” I asked, firing off question after question.

“Just get here!” she said and hung up. See, I hated shit like that. I hated when the person didn’t want to tell me what the fuck was going on over the phone; they would rather wait until I got there to hit me with the news.

The whole drive to the hospital, I knew I should have been thinking positive thoughts, but I could only seem to think negative. I didn’t know if Tisha was alright, but I felt like something bad happened because I could hear it in Ka’lani’s voice that she had been crying.

Lord please let everything be alright with my wife and my baby, I said a silent prayer as I rushed inside the hospital.

“I need to go to my wife’s room, Latisha Monroe,” I said as soon as I got up front, not even giving the receptionist time to ask me any questions. I was trying to get to my girl and make sure that everything was okay.

She typed something in the computer and asked for my driver’s license. Once she handed me the badge to go up, I literally ran to the stairs. I didn’t have time to wait on no slow ass elevator. I took the stairs all the way to the third floor. When I got to the third floor, I spotted Lani, Kyla, and Tamika, who was holding a sleeping Harmony in her lap, waiting in the family room. All the girls’ eyes were red, so I knew something bad had happened. It’s like a nigga was scared to find out what was going on, but shit, I needed to know.

“What the fuck is going on y’all?” I asked them.

“Otis…she…sheee,” Ka’lani tried to get out, but she couldn’t because all of a sudden, she just burst out crying.

“She what? Lani, spit the shit out!” I barked.

“Otis, Tisha lost the baby, she miscarried,” Lani cried.

After she said that, it’s like my whole body just got stuck; my feet were planted to the ground and I couldn’t move for shit. When I was eventually able to move from out of my position, I got so fuckin mad that I turned around and punched a big ass hole in the wall. The nurses and the doctor had to come and try to calm me down, with the help of Tisha’s girls. I couldn’t believe that shit. We did everything we was supposed to do. I made sure Tisha was eating healthy, I massaged her feet at night, she always went to all her appointments; it’s like where the fuck did we go wrong this time?

A few minutes later, I was able to calm down because I had woken my baby up from out of her sleep, and I scared her with all of the yelling that I was doing. I took her from Tamika’s lap and bounced her up and down so that she could stop crying. Once she calmed down, I placed her back in Tamika’s lap and she was drifting back off to sleep. I just knew for a fact that Tisha was going to blame that shit on me. For the past few weeks, she’d been complaining about being stressed out having to go to work and watch over Harmony and Tamia all by herself as I tried to set everything up at my new club in Atlanta. I felt like I had just failed my girl big time. This shit wasn’t supposed to happen. Wasn’t nothing in this world more important than my girl and my seeds, and my selfish ass put work before home and it ended up causing me my u

nborn seed’s life.

Once everybody calmed down, I went ahead to go face the music. When I walked into the room, Tisha was laying on her side with her back facing the door, holding her stomach, and I could hear her crying. The sight before me brought a tear to my eye. I hated to see my girl be put in a situation like this. I walked over to Tisha and got down on my knees. This shit was killing me to see her like that.

“Otis…my...my...bbb...babbyy,” she tried to get out, but I stopped her.

“Baby, I know and I’m so sorry. This shit is all my fault, I should have listened when you told me you needed me,” I said, wiping the tears from off her face.

I knew my baby was hurt to the core, because she didn’t even respond to my ass; she just kept right on crying. There were a few times that I had to hold my head back to keep from crying myself. Deep down, a nigga was hurt right now, and my girl wasn’t making it any better with the constant cries. The tears that she was shedding right now were coming from the depth of her soul. I could literally feel the hurt and the pain that she was going through right now, just by the sound of her cries. The hospital bed wasn’t that big, but I was able to get in the bed with Tisha. I pulled her gently into me and she rested her head on my chest and continued crying. I stayed sitting there for 15 minutes straight, and my shirt was drenched in her tears.

There was a knock at the door, and I looked up and in walked Ka’lani, Tamika, and Kyla. They walked over to the bed where Tisha was, and she had cried herself to sleep right there on my side. They each kissed her on the cheek and Tamika let me know that she would be taking Harmony home with her. I told her okay and they all left. When they left, I stayed there looking up at the ceiling, just thinking, thinking about what I could possibly do at that moment to make my girl feel happy again. I knew that we weren’t going to be able to move on from this overnight, but I needed to come up with a plan so that Tisha wouldn’t go into a state of depression. Lord knows I didn’t need that right now. After a while, I got a little uncomfortable in the little ass bed and I tried to get up, but Tisha wouldn’t let me move.

“Baby, stay right here,” Tisha said through her sleep, not once opening her eyes.

“Hold on baby, let me just go use the restroom,” I told her, getting up from out of the bed.

After a few seconds, she finally let her arms go from around me, and I went inside the bathroom inside of her room to take a quick piss. After I washed my hands and splashed some cold water on my face, I walked back inside the room and Tisha was now sitting up in the bed. She had a funny look on her face, like she was thinking about something.

“What’s wrong with you baby? Why you staring at me like that?” I asked, taking my spot back on the bed.

“Do you still love me?” she asked with a single tear rolling down her face. I knew for a fact that had to be the medication talking, because Tisha’s ass had never questioned my love for her. If anything, this situation had only made me love her more. The fact that she just miscarried my baby wasn’t going to make me love her any less.

“Yes I love you baby, why would you ask me that?” I said to her.

“It’s just baby, I feel like this is my fault and this situation could have been avoided,” she said.

“Tisha, first off I don’t blame any of this shit on you. If anything, I blame this shit on myself. I should have put my focus on you instead of this damn club. So, baby yes I love you. I promise you I do. I know this is too soon, but as soon as you get healed up and feeling better, I want to take you on a vacation, just you and me. Anywhere you want to go,” I said, trying to bring a little bit of light into the situation.

“Okay baby,” Tisha said with a forced smile.

I don’t know what I was going to do, but I hated seeing her like this. This shit pained my heart to the core. It’s like there weren’t any words that I could put together to try and sell her something that would make her feel better. She was hurting right now, and I just didn’t know what else to say other than I’m sorry–God knows I am. I would forever, for the rest of my life, blame this shit on me, because deep down inside I feel like it was my fault.

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