We arrived at Leonardo's place two hours later. Leo's wound had been attended by his personal doctor. We were having dinner after we both got cleaned up. I'm feeling really down. But I have to eat, I have my baby to think about. That's right my baby. I'm raising him alone. There's no more baby daddy in the picture. He will have lots and lots of aunties. But no baby daddy.
I was about to go to his room and rest. When I felt it. "It hurts! f**k Leonardo, what's happening to me?" He was by my side in no time and shouting out to his guys in Italian. The doctor came minutes later. He checked my vitals and spoke to him in Italian softly, but he looked concerned. Very concerned.
The f**k?? Is it the baby?
"Leo? What is it?"
"We need to get you to the hospital now. Let's go." He
