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Von sat in the hospital waiting room, leg bouncinโ, fists clenched. His chain felt heavy on his chest, but nothinโ felt heavier than the weight in his stomach right now. You was in thereโhis girl, his baby mama, carryinโ his son, and all he could do was sit here and wait.
Shiit wasnโt supposed to go down like this. You was nine months pregnant, damn near ready to give birth, and them cops still did you dirty. Slammed you on the ground like you wasnโt carryinโ a whole life inside you. They ainโt give a fuck. Now, โcause of them, you was laid up in a hospital bed instead of safe at home.
Von exhaled, rubbinโ a hand down his face, tryna keep himself cool. But nahโฆ the more he thought about it, the more that rage bubbled up.
โNah, they gonโ pay for that,โ he muttered under his breath, jaw tight. Right now, though? He just needed that doctor to walk out and tell him you and the baby and you was good.