Page 47 of Heavy Lifting
“Pussy is on the menu for you, and I know it’s your favorite dessert but I’m starving. What are you in the mood for tonight for dinner?” I questioned as I weaved through traffic.
“I’m going to cook for you, it was supposed to be a surprise that you would see when you made it home, but now you know,” he admitted and I smiled so hard my cheeks began to hurt. He was the sweetest man I had ever met, and he made me feel like a high school girl with her first crush. Before I could say anything, my phone beeped and it was my brother on the other line. I rolled my eyes and ignored the call, I had been ignoringCozart’s calls a lot lately. I had been putting on a good front at the gym so I wouldn’t sabotage the FBI’s case, but I was pissed at my younger brother, and it was harder to fake it with him than with anyone else so I steered clear of him and pretended to be annoyed with him so I wouldn’t have to talk to him regularly.
A few seconds later, the other line beeped again, and it was Cozart. He usually didn’t call back-to-back something had to be wrong.
“Hold on for a second baby, this is my brother,” I told Zumo as I clicked to the other line.
“Yes Cozart,” I answered and rolled my eyes.
“It’s Pops… get to Grady Memorial now. He had a heart attack. That’s all the information the nurse gave me. She said she was able to find my number as the last called contact in his phone,” my brother said but I couldn’t hear anything he said after my father and a heart attack.
“I’m on my way,” I said as I ended the call in his face and clicked back over to Zumo.
“Hey baby, is everything ok?” He questioned.
“It’s my daddy. He’s had a heart attack.” I cried as I got off the nearest exit thankful that I hadn’t made it too far from downtown.
“Where is he? I’ll meet you there?” Zumo fired off questions back-to-back. Tears ran down my face as I processed what had happened.
“Please Lord, I lost my mommy I can’t lose him too.” I cried as the tears blurred my vision. My hands were shaking; myheart was beating so fast I felt like I had been running on the treadmill. It became hard to swallow.
“I can’t breathe Zumo,” I struggled to speak and my tear felt heavy.
“Baby, listen to me you have to calm down. You are panicking and you don’t know if he’s ok. Your daddy is going to be fine. Nothing is going to happen. He’s not going to die. Please pull over and share your location with me I’m coming to you now baby I’m getting in the car.” Zumo told me, but it sounded like my ears were filled with water and his voice was muffled.
“I can’t lose him,” I said as my eyes got heavy and my head felt like it was about to explode. I let go of the wheel and clutched my head in both hand dropping the phone from my hands. I heard the loud crash, but I didn’t feel anything and I couldn’t see anything but darkness.
When I opened my eyes, the lights were bright. I was in a hospital bed. I looked to the left, and Zumo was sitting in a chair with his right leg shaking uncontrollably. I tried my best to sit up but my lower back was killing me.
“Daddy,” I called out weakly. I felt like I had barely whispered because my throat was so sore. It had to be loud enough because Zumo heard me and his eyes went wide with relief.
“THANK GOD YOU’RE WOKE BABY,” he stood up from his chair and walked over to me quickly. He began planting kisses all over my face, my eyes, and my nose. He rubbed my hair gently, and I closed my eyes and rested my head against his palm. He was truly becoming my safe space.
“Don’t ever scare me like that again, you almost gave me a heart attack trying to get to you,” her murmured as he rested his head on top of mine and held me in his arms.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t control it. One minute my hands were on the wheel, and the next minute I was losing control. Is daddy ok?” I asked him sadly as my hands began to shake.
Before he could answer, a nurse and doctor walked into the room together.
“Hi Ms. Walker, how are you feeling?” The doctor asked me as he walked over to me, on the opposite side of the bed, and shone a flashlight in my eyes. I winced from how bright the light was and placed my hand over my eyes.
“Sore as hell, but alive,” I griped.
“You can say that last part again because you were incredibly lucky young lady. You got into a head on collision with another vehicle, and you have a few minor bruises but no major injuries. There was one unexpected finding from your emergency evaluation,” the doctor smiled at me.
My eyes went wide with fear.
“This is about those headaches, isn’t it. I knew it was a brain tumor that’s why I didn’t want to get it checked out,” I groaned as tears formed in my eyes. My father had a heart attack, I had a brain tumor, and my little brother was a scammer; we were cursed.
The doctor chuckled before shaking his head, “You don’t have a brain tumor Ms. Walker, but based on your hormone levels, you’re approximately six weeks pregnant,” the doctor smiled at me.
“WHAT!” ZUMO and I yelled at the same time as we looked at the doctor and looked back at each other then looked at the doctor and looked back at each other again.
“Nah, I think I have a brain tumor doctor it’s the only logical explanation. Maybe that’s what’s messing with my HCG levels,” I argued.
“Ms. Walker, you don’t have a brain tumor, you are pregnant,” the doctor repeated then he patted my knee and left the room. It felt like he took the air with him as I struggled to breathe. Zumo walked back to his seat and plopped down, like what he had heard had made it difficult for him to stand up.
“Call that doctor back in here and tell him he can’t just drop a bomb and leave like that. We need to know what some options are,” I exhaled in annoyance then immediately went into crisis management mode. There was no reason to sulk in the problem. Zumo and I were grown, we didn’t always use protection, and I wasn’t on birth control. Shit happened; we just had to handle it.
