No Time for a Thug

Chapter 10: I Don't Understand

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"DJ get up!" I yelled shaking his shoulder

"What?"

"I need you to take me to the hospital. Erika is in labor."

He sucked his teeth and rolled over.

I know it's 2 o'clock in the morning but this is serious.

"Fine." I said getting out of bed. "Imma just call a cab."

"Nah. I'll take you." he said rolling off the bed.

We got ready and went out.

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 "You coming in?" I asked as he pulled up to the entrance.

"Nah, Imma stay in the car."

I nodded my head and got out. I went inside and I saw my mom in the waiting area. I went to the front desk and they said she was delivering the baby at this very moment. I sat down in a chair completely ignoring my mom.

"How you doin?" she asked.

I stared at her.

"Fine. I guess."

"Look Alexia I---"

She was interrupted by a nurse. The nurse smiled and said "She gave birth to a healthy baby boy."

I smiled. We followed her to the delivery room and saw Erika holding the tiniest little thing. I walked to the side of the bed.

"He looks just like Tyler."

I looked around. Where is he anyway?

"Where is he anyway?" I asked. She shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't know. We tried to get a hold of him but we got nothing."

I didn't understand. I thought he changed. I thought he wanted to be here for the baby and when the time finally comes, he's not even at the birth.

"What did you name him?" I asked.

"Xavier Tyler Garnett. We both agreed on the middle name."

I laughed. I stayed a little longer but i was extra tired so I was about to leave. I said my goodbyes and was almost out the room door. Then I felt a pull on my hand.

"Can we talk?" my mom asked

"Not right now. I'm tired and I don't have any type of energy."

"Then can we talk later?"

"I don't kno-"

"Tomorrow at the Garden Cafe?"

"Fine."

I walked out the hospital and I called DJ. He pulled up and I got in.

"How was it?" he asked

"It was great. The only problem was Tyler wasn't there."

"Tyler? You mean that nigga I fought at the club on yo birthday?"

I nodded my head.

"That's the baby's father?" he asked. "Damn."

"Fucked up ain't it?" I said.

He shook his head and drove off.

We didn't get home till almost 9 o'clock in the morning. I ran upstairs and jumped back into bed.