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“Yes, sir. We’re getting her situated now.”

“I need to be with my wife.”

“And we’re going to get you back there as soon as we can.”

Daddy looked toward the closed doors and then back at her like he was trying to decide whether he was willing to accept that answer. Eventually, he rolled his chair back a little, but he never took his eyes off those doors. Tahari came to stand beside me and reached for my hand. I grabbed his and held on while MJ paced a few feet away from us. Nobody really talked. I kept checking my phone even though Aunt Tori had already texted to let me know she’d made it to the house. Maylee was still asleep, and Aunt Tori promised she would explain everything to her if she woke up before we knew more.

That should’ve taken one worry off my mind, but it didn’t. I still felt like my thoughts were going in ten different directions. A nurse finally came through the doors.

“Malik Browne?”

Daddy started moving before she could say anything else.

“That’s me,” he said he rolled in her direction.

“You can come with me.”

He looked back at us.

“Call me if you need us,” I said.

“I will.”

“Daddy?”

He stopped.

“Take care of Mama.”

His expression softened.

“Always.”

He disappeared through the doors with the nurse. It wasn’t until later that they let MJ, Tahari, and me come back. By then, Mama had changed into a hospital gown and had an IV in her arm. Two monitors were strapped around her stomach, and Daddy was sitting beside the bed in his wheelchair with her hand wrapped tightly in his. The room didn’t feel the way I imagined a room where somebody was about to have a baby would feel. There was no excitement. Nobody was joking about who the baby would look like or arguing about who would hold him first. Mama looked exhausted and scared, and every time she moved, her face tightened.

“How are you feeling?” I asked as I walked closer.

“Like somebody is trying to rip me apart from the inside.”