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Sammy's POV:

"... Sa... Sam wake up."

My eyes open and I feel all groggy and shit. I look around and notice I'm in a hospital bed... My eyebrows scrunch together and I mutter "why am I here?"

"You fainted right when I was telling you that you nearly lost the baby." Montrell said looking at me worried.

Fear warps through my body and I put my hand on top of my stomach and say "I can't lose my baby again... No..."

"What do you mean again?" Dad asked looking confused. "You've never lost a baby Sammy."

"Yes I did, five months ago when I was four and a half months!"

"Sam five months ago you still lived in Manhattan and you didn't have a baby in ya at all." Montrell said hesitantly. He looks at my dad and then he looks back at me.

"But... I lost my first baby... I know I did. Am I pregnant again?" I asked mad confused.

"No, your not pregnant at all. Sammy they did an emergency c-section because you fell down the stairs and nearly lost your son." Dad said giving me a soft smile.

"But..." I started to say but I trailed off. "You mean it was all just a dream?"

"Yeah it was all just a dream." Montrell said sitting next to me.

Damnit... If it was all just a dream that means Montrell and I aren't a couple and we didn't have that kind blowing sex. I pinch my arm and sigh when I feel it.

"What do y'all mean they performed an emergency c-section? Is my baby ok?" I asked freaking out.

"He's perfect." Montrell said grinning at me. "He's lucky to be alive and also apparently with male pregnancy it only lasts six and a half months so your son was developed the same way as a six month old baby. The doctor said when you wake up your allowed to go to the NICU and visit him!"

I feel my breath catch in my throat and my eyes water some. My baby is alive... "I want to see him..."

The doctor comes in and says "oh good your awake, do you want to meet your son." I nod trying not to cry. "Ok lemme get a wheelchair and I'll take you to go see him."

She leaves and I look at Montrell saying "can you come with me? Please I really want you to be there..."

His eyes widen and he says "sure."

"Thank you." I said giving him a small hug.

"No prob, but why me? Wouldn't you want ya dad?"

I shake my head and say "no. You're the only one I felt comfortable around and uhh you don't have to if you don't want to... It's just I really like you and if you like me as much as you say you do then I want ya to be there..."

He smiles and says "yeah, I'll be there."

When the doctor comes back she helps me into the wheelchair and we start going to the NICU, she looks at Montrell and says "father and family only in the NICU."

Montrell looks at me and mouths 'just go with it', then he says "I am dat baby's father."

My eyes widen and I try to hide my shock. The doctor raises her eyebrows at him and says "what's your proof?"

"Why ya need proof?" He asked stubbornly.

"It's obvious that the child is white and if anything he'll only be slightly tan..."

"For your information the baby is undeveloped so his skin color is probably not his skin tone for life, also there ain't nothing uncommon with mixed babies being born white and their skin darkening when they get older." Montrell said glaring at the bitch.

Her face flushes and dad says "he's right. I thought you were a doctor."

I smirk a little when I see the panic in her eyes. She shakily says "I'm sorry..."

"Don't be assuming shit." Montrell said rolling his eyes.

She goes quiet and doesn't say anything as she pushes me in the wheelchair all the way to the NICU with Montrell by my side.

"Ok... You ready to meet y'all's son?"

"Yes." I said holding Montrells hand feeling all nervous and jittery.

We go into the NICU and she brings me over to a newborn baby boy and says "this is y'all's son."

My eyes widen and my heartbeat quickens. Oh my God... He's sooo tiny and adorable! Tears well up in my eyes and I say "can I hold him?"

She nods and says "unbutton the top of your gown, skin to skin contact is the best for him." I do as I'm told and she gently picks him up and places him on my chest.

My unshed tears finally fall and I stare at my baby in awe. He's so beautiful. I don't care what people say about premie babies he's still beautiful to me.

"I'll give y'all a moment."

When she's gone I look at Montrell and say "why'd ya lie...? I'm happy you did, but you didn't have to..."

"I don't really know why I claimed to be his father... It's just I feel connected to him. I dunno why..." He said awkwardly looking away.

That made me smile widely and I say "do ya want to be in his life? I don't want ya to feel obligated into raising a kid that ain't yours."

"Yah. I wanna be there for him, someone gotta be his father and it sure ain't gonna be his biological father." He said looking at my baby wit a shit eating grin on his face.

I smile a little and say "if you ever feel like it's too much tell me and I'll understand... Also what if he is white and that doctor figures out you lied would you get in trouble?" I asked feeling scared.

"Nah, Sam I was there that day. The mo fo doing the deed was black and so was all the other fuckers there, there was only one white bitch there and he won't anywhere near ya, now unless you and Mark had sex before that happened the chances of that baby being full white are slim to none." He said looking dead ass serious.

I sigh and say "I was a virgin... So I guess we can get away wit dis."

"Sure we can." He said putting his hand on my knee making me blush. "You cute as fuck when you blush, ya know that?"

"I'm not cute." I muttered shying away some. Nothing about me is considered cute.

"You just think that cause you don't see what I see." He said smirking. "You look even cuter with lil man in ya arms all snug and shit like that."

"He's cute and that's it." I said with wide eyes.

"Don't make me fight you on this." He said grinning at me.

I snort and say "I can fight all day."

"Mhm me too. What're you gonna name him?"

"Umm... I dunno yet... I didn't have enough time to think about it." I said looking at my little man. I stare at all of his futures and movements until the perfect name comes to mind. "Nico... Nico James Adams."

"It fits him." He said smiling some at me and my lil man.

I look at Nico and I whisper "do you like your name baby boy?" He makes a small cooing noise and I chuckle saying "I take that as a yes."
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For the next week I spent all of my time either with Montrell or with Nico in the NICU.

"Nico is finally in the safe zone, he is now healthy enough to go to the nursery with all the other babies and now he has to stay here until he is six pounds, but he's only four pounds right now." The doctor said giving me a small smile.

I grin and hold Nico close to my chest saying "you hear that Neeks? It's not gonna be long until I can take you home." I look at my dad and say "does he have a room yet? Or anything?"

"Don't worry Montrell, his mom, and I have been working on the nursery all week and it's perfect for lil man." Dad said grinning at me making me smile in relief.

"Thank God..."

Nico let's out a feeble sob and makes a sucking sound with his lips telling me that he's hungry, so I gently put him on the bed, then I took my shirt off, and then I help Nico latch onto my nipple so he can eat.

Oh yeah I can breastfeed him... If I thought getting pregnant was weird I was wrong, breastfeeding is even weirder.

I rub his little head and hum softly as I rock and feed him at the same time. I smile at him and can't help but thank fucking God that the miscarriage and all of that was just a dream because without this lil man I don't wanna know where I'd be at today.

Nico, Montrell, and my dad are my family and I will always love them so much... Tho I'm not ready to tell Montrell that I love him cause it's already a lot that he's doing for the baby and I and I can never thank him enough.

The door opens and...

End of chapter.

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