Koi rubbed her hand across her head then rolled the window down as the officer walked up to it.
"Ma'am are you where that you were going 70 in a 45?" He lifted up his shades and made direct eye contact.
"Yes officer, but my friends is in labor right now. She needs to go to the hospital ASAP!"
Doebi started screaming and holding her stomach.
The officer peeped his head in the window to look in the backseat.
Bryson smiled and Doebi glared at him.
"JUST GIVE HER THE FUCKIN TICKET SO WE CAN GO YOU ASSHOLE!!"
"See..." Koi frowned at him.
The officer looked at her.
"Go ahead."
Koi's eyes widen.
"Really?!"
"Yes! Go before I change my mind!" He began stepping away from the car.
Koi nodded and took off down the street.
"Well that's a first." Avery said, sighing.
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~3hrs Later; Back At Donna's~
Donna paced downstairs with Dontae in her arms.
"Doebi." She said, entering the livingroom.
"I know this girl hear me calling her."
She looked around and there was no sign of her.
Going into the kitchen, she noticed wetness on the floor.
"The hell?" She turned up her nose.
Dontae was up but just looking around, moving his small legs.
"Where the hell this girl done went to?" She shook her head as she pulled her phone out her bra then called Doebi.
Avery picked up Doebi's phone and answered it.
"Donna, you dumbass." Avery said with anger in her voice.
"Avery? The hell you doin' with Doebi's phone? Where y'all at?"
"The hosptial. She's in labor. You were too busy cleanin' to hear the poor girl call your name. Koi's in the delivery room with her. I'm in the waiting area with Bryson."
"LABOR?! WHAT?! I- FUCK! I'll be there in a minute!!"
"You better hurry up. Koi just text me a few minutes ago and told me she was close!"
Donna hung up the phone.
"Shit!"
She jetted out the door as Dontae started to whine.
"Oh lawwwwd not now."
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~At the hospital~
Donna rushed in the hospital carrying Dontae's carseat.
"Mommy! There's Don Don!" Bryson pointed.
Avery got up and walked into the check-in area.
"Doebi Davis. She's having my babies. What room is she in?"
The receptionist looked at her and frowned.
"Your babies?"
Donna glared at you.
"Look I ain't got time to explain!! What room is she in?!"
