Page 129 of Kissed By the Trillest Thug 2
“Yeah?”
“Why you washing brand-new clothes?”
I looked over at him like the answer should’ve been obvious.
“Because I don’t know where these clothes been.”
He frowned.
“They came from the store.”
“And? A whole bunch of people done touched them before they got to me.”
I carefully folded another sleeper before placing it inside the dresser drawer.
“My baby ain’t wearing nothing until I wash it first.”
MJ laughed.
“I swear, mamas just be making up rules.”
“It ain’t made up.”
He held both hands up.
“You got it.”
“I know I do.”
I smirked as I reached for another little outfit no bigger than both of my hands. It still amazed me how something so small could completely change our lives. My phone started ringing on the dresser. I glanced at the screen.
Unknown number
For a second, I thought about letting it go to voicemail, but instead, I answered.
“Hello?”
“May I speak with Mrs. Browne?”
“This is she.”
There was a brief pause.
“Mrs. Browne, my name is Denise. I’m a registered nurse at Baptist Hospital.”
Something in her voice made my stomach tighten.
“I’m calling because your husband, Malik Browne, was brought into our emergency department after being involved in a shooting.”
The tiny sleeper slipped from my fingers. She was talking a mile a minute, and it was like she wasn’t giving me any time to process anything.
“He’s currently in surgery. I need you to come to the hospital as soon as possible.”
The room started spinning.
“No…”
The word barely left my mouth.
