*Sequel of "Love and War." Monica is back. Four months later, and Monica is still in the hospital. Watch what happens as Monica regains her strength as she tries to amend broken relationships and give away fallen ones. With trouble brewing, follow the second part of Monica's journey.*

Four Month's Later..

"Oh aren't you a sweet little girl?Huh?" Renae cradled baby Kamia as she teased her index finger with Kamia's lip.

Kamia's tongue began to escape her lips as she attempted to smile at her mother.

Yes, her mother. Renae had adopted a happy baby girl named Kamia who she claimed was a baby girl of one of her clients that were sent to jail.

Today, Kamia made four months. She was a happy,bouncy baby. With light brown curls that sprung on top of her scalp and bright plump pink lips that complimented her baby smile every so often. Renae was happy. She finally had gotten her baby.

"Kendra!" Renae called as she shook the little close to nothing that was left in Kamia's bottle. After a few seconds, Kamia's bedroom door opened and a hung over Kendra entered Kamia's room, looking tired as ever.

"Hungover huh?" Renae shook her head as she already knew the answer.

"Yeah, It was Brenden's birthday last night and I went out with him and the boys."

Renae shook her head. "Well, I was wondering If you could warm up a bottle for your sister?"

"Yeah, no problem." Kendra exited the room as she made her way towards the kitchen.

Renae continued to rock her daughter as Kamia stared into Renae's eyes.

"You're so beautiful baby." Renae, swifted her hand against Kamia's hair.

Soon enough, Kendra entered the room carrying a baby bottle. "Did you test it?" Renae asked referring to the bottles temperature.

"Yeah." Kendra said lowly as her hung low, she quickly placed the bottle onto the nightstand that was beside her mother and made a quick U-Turn back into her bedroom.

"Well thanks." Renae laughed as she placed Kamia onto her shoulder.

She rubbed Kamia's back as she sat back into her seat. "You're in a better place baby girl, a way better place."

**

"De' andre the only thing is that I don't want to get married without Monica being 100. I've been out of her life for so long and we've both missed out. I want to make every moment memorable." Cali pouted as she thought about her only child.

"Baby, I understand. We can get married in five, ten, fifteen years from now. Just as long as I'm with you in the end and forever baby." De smiled as he rubbed Cali's back up and down as he tried to connect their eyes with one another.

"Baby, Its just hard." Cali placed her arms onto her thighs as her hands rubbed onto her forehead.

Cali was frustrated. Her daughter had been in the hospital for four months now. She was finally out of coma but she wouldn't talk. She would stare into her mother's eyes and not say one word. Monica would cry as If she was aware of what was going on, but would have no communication with no one. Not even her grandma, which happened to break her heart.

"Baby, Its going to be alright, iight?" De looked up at Cali. "Monica will pull through with this. She got it. Stop stressing your body over this. Lil mama a fighter and you know it."

"Damn right." Cali shook her head. "She fights like her mama."

De'andre shook his head as he leaned in and planted a kiss onto Cali's cheek.

"But forreal." De'andre paused as he intertwined his fingers with Cali's. "We got this babe."

"I love you. I love you so much. You support me and take care of me like no other. I don't know how on earth I'd pull through

without you De." Cali said as she looked into De's eyes, smiling lightly as she admired the man that she had fallen in love with.

"Baby, I love you more. Believe that."

The two leaned in, kissing one another, sending sparks into each others mouth's.

**

"Monica? Mooniicaaa?" Dr.Warren asked as he flashed a light back and forth between Monica's glossy pupils. Not one blink did Monica make.

Dr.Warren shook his head as he stuck his flashlight into his white doctors coat. "No Improvement." Dr.Warren told his nursing assistant as she recorded it down upon a piece of white paper.

"Hm." She shook her head. "How about we bring that new Intern in to try to help her or communicate? Nurses barely spend the time with their patients that Monica requires. She'll have one on one interaction with the Intern for a couple hours a day. They can do simulation activities and try to make her break her silence?"

"Hm."Dr.Warren placed his thumb on his lip. "That's not a bad idea Becky." He smiled. "Have them start tomorrow?"

"Already on it Sir." Becky said as she recorded something onto her notebook piece of paper.

**

"Maaaaarlon! Say what? Marlonnnnnnnn, say what?" The cheerleaders and the crowd chanted as Marlon dribbled to the three point line.

Marlon was officially the team captain at FSU. With ladies calling his name and everybody trying to get to know him, he was definitely getting up there. And how could someone not credit him for his ball skills? After Monica's whole hospital thing, Marlon was going harder than ever. Originally he wasn't even really supposed to be playing ball there. But one day, the coach seen Marlon playing one on one on a cool summer night and told him to come try out.

From that point on, Marlon had been a success story. With him getting all this attention and his life beginning to change as fame and popularity came his way he hasn't really gotten to see Monica. Marlon took the miscarriage hard, I mean how on earth could this had happened? He knew that Monica had been stressed here and there throughout their pregnancy but lord knows, he didn't think she had been stressed out that bad. Everyday he thinks about the baby that was supposed to be born. In a selfish way he holds a little of resentment towards Monica, even though he knows It really wasn't her fault but dude was excited for his first born.

Its hard to go see Monica, mainly because she does not speak nor talk. That wasn't the Monica Marlon knew. He knew the funny, talkative and energetic Monica not this dull, sad and sick one. In a way, It breaks his heart knowing he cant communicate fully with he knows god has a way.

"You played so well today Marlon." Cherrie said as she made her way from the cheerleading stand closer towards the boys bench. "Oh thanks Cherrie." Marlon replied as he kind of felt off guard.

"No problem." She smiled widely. "Watchu' doing tonight?" Cherrie asked as she placed the tip of her thumb into the gap between her top and bottom teeth.

"Ah sleeping." Marlon laughed as that was all he was really intending to do. A boy was tired. Marlon slung his Nike gym bag over his shoulder.

"Sleeping huh? You should come sleep with me." She smiled yet again. Cherrie was a skinny girl who was standing at 5'6. Her hair was straight with a side bang (weave of course) and had red highlight s and a red ombre towards the end of her 18in.

"Nah, I'm good ma." Marlon continued walking towards the front doors.

"Come on babe, we can just chill?" Cherrie offered.

.

"Na." Marlon chuckled. "Im good."

Cherrie continued to follow Marlon as her mouth babbled but Marlon zoned out and began ignoring her. Soon enough Cherrie's words transitioned into "blah, blah, blah's". Marlon pulled out the keys to his Jeep and unlocked his car doors. Hopping into the seat, he started his ignition and was surprised to still see Cherrie still standing there. Marlon shook his head before pressing gas and made his way out of the parking lot.

**

"Nicole."

"What Roger?" Grandma said as she huffed into the phone.

"Don't what Roger me! Answer my question."

"Look Roger, there's just a lot going on right now. And right now doesn't feel like the right official time to tell them."

"Nicole. Its been almost a year. Why must you continue to hide me? We aren't working together anymore. Relax."

"Roger I understand. But, my family is still getting used to me being around and there's just so much going on. My granddaughter, you already know about that. My daughters are going through their own things. Just a lot. What you expect me just to come up in here and be like 'OH grandma got a new boo yall. We been together while I was away' huh? Its not that easy."

"Look Nicole. I understand and I'll wait but damn."

"Roger don't 'damn' me."

Roger exhaled deeply into the phone, letting Nicole know that he was frustrated.

"Look Roger, c-call me back later alright."

"Alright Nicole."

CLICK

Nicole sighed as she rested her cellphone onto her dresser. She was stressed out.

In a sense, she feels bad about the way she did Monica. She feels as if maybe she should've just let Cali finish the remainder of her sentence and everything would've been alright. She knows she let her granddaughter down and she ultimately lost her trust.

Nicole made her way into her kitchen as she opened up all her marble cupboards. Fist one contained snacks such as Hot fries

and twinkies, the second contained tea boxes and the third contained just what she was looking for...booze.

Popping open her half empty bottle of Vodka, Nicole's hand steadily searched for a glass to drink in as it shook. Slamming the glass upon the table she began to pour the bottle into the glass carelessly, It wasn't long before the glass was to her lips, and Nicole was at ease. As a 59 year old woman, Nicole has conquered many some couldn't. She felt as if her decisions in the past, are now currently making her life hell. She couldn't deal with the stress. Between family, Roger and news about her long lost sister Loretta being around.

Loretta and Nicole were both raised and brought up in Kingston, Jamaica but when their dad was denied a visa into the US, so was Loretta. Nicole's mom ended up coming to New York and began living her life but when Nicole's dad began bugging and constantly cursed out her mother via telephone, her mom had enough. Loretta ended up running away and her family hadn't heard nor seen of her sense. Its been over 40 years since they had seen one another.

"Was she dead? Where did she go? Is she still okay? Who has she been with all these years? Does she have a family?" Those were the many things that crossed Nicole's mind as she drank her strong sorrows away.

She had gotten a call one day from an agency stating that someone was claiming to be her sister and was looking for her...but Nicole immediately hung up. She did not want to hear the rest.

Nicole slammed the glass onto the table as she used her wrist to wipe her mouth.

She shook her head as she walked towards her all white Italian leather couch and laid down, letting her legs spread out.

Ten minutes later, and Nicole was out.

*********************

Hear I sat. Sweat trickled down my forehead as I eyed this room yet once again. What was going on? Why did I have to go through this shit? I'm tired of having to talk and explain myself to this damn world.

I cry practically every single day. My baby is gone and my boyfriend doesn't even visit me like he once use to.

These people think I'm stupid and I don't know what the hell is going on. Well guess what? I know just what the hell is going on.

People think its okay, to perform the hurt that they had given me like everything's okay. But its not. I've been in this shit ass place for the past 4 months. "No improvement." My shit ass Doctor said, but what the fuck would his dumb know? He's too busy nailing his female nursing assistant to pay attention to his practice.

Their was a knock at my door, but like always that shit did not phase me at all. They could find their way in without my response.

I turned over as I stared into the window that was parallel to me. It was a sunny day.

I could hear footsteps get closer towards me as whomever had that classic nurse shoes squeak with each step. Irritating as fuck.

The walking stopped and my name was called "Monica?" The voice said, that sounded very familiar.

I didn't move though, I heard too many familiar voices in the past. I could care less who ever the fuck was standing behind me.

"Monica?"

I turned around to see a brownskin face that I hadn't seen in practically a year. "Br-Br-Brandon?" I said aloud. My first word in months.

A smile was immediately spreaded along Brandons face as he eyed me up and down. Shocked and stunned that I was here, and in this state.

His face had matured as his jaw was now more structured and had some facial hair on his chin. His hair was now cut low and his smile and lips were still on point.

"Yo what are you doing here?" He asked as he made his way to me. "My boss told me that I was supposed to helping a lady

who suffered from a miscarriage and was in coma and now she wont ta- wait, thats you?"

I nodded my head up and down.

"Oh my gosh! Yo what happened? Are you okay?" Brandon pulled me into a bear hug.

I didn't say nothing, nor hug him back. I just enjoyed the moment as I hadn't really had old faces come and visit me.

"Monica. Answer me."

"Its a long story."

"Shit, I got time." Brandon looked into his watch. "This an eight hour shift baby girl." He smiled.

"It all started when..."