QUEEN IN THE M.M.

The contractions intensified, a sharp, unwelcome pain cutting through the fatigue. My baby, my Prince, was coming.

Just moments before, the fragile peace of my living room had shattered. Micah, the father of my child, stood across from me, tears streaming down my face, his expression a mask of anger. And then, like a storm rolling in, Monster walked through the door, a key in his hand, stepping into the middle of the chaos.

The air crackled with tension, words exchanged like blows. "This Nigga got a key to my house?" Micah's voice was laced with disbelief and fury.

Monster's response was calm, cutting. "Your house? See I knew you was gone try to say some shit like that which is why I never even wanted to move in here. This ain't your house my name on the lease! This is my house!"

The argument escalated, each word a reminder of Micah's absence and Monster's unwavering presence. The pain in my abdomen grew, a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil.

"Okay you need to leave!" I screamed, clutching my stomach. The pain was unbearable now. "Oweeee!"

Both men reacted, a mix of panic and concern on their faces. "Hospital?" Micah asked, finally showing a flicker of alarm.

"If y'all are gonna be arguing I don't want neither one of you around!" I choked out, tears blurring my vision. "Im not bringing my son into this toxic ass environment!"

Monster was by my side in an instant, helping me sit down. The baby bags, packed and ready for weeks, were grabbed from the closet. It was happening. He was coming. And the drama, the conflict, the pain… it was all culminating at once.