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  1. WAHIDA CLARK PRESENTS:
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty-One
  33. Chapter Thirty-Two
  34. Chapter Thirty-Three
  35. Chapter Thirty-Four
  36. Chapter Thirty-Five
  37. Chapter Thirty-Six
  38. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  39. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  40. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  41. Chapter Forty
  42. Chapter Forty-One
  43. Wahida Clark on Mental and Behavioral Health

I got through the next couple of hours in a daze. I felt as if I was about to fall out. He took Kaeerah upstairs and they said their goodbyes. He came back downstairs and into the kitchen where I was starting the dishwasher. He eased up behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and kissed me on the cheek.

“You’re taking really good care of our daughter. She’s very happy. Thank you. I’m going to get up outta here. I love the both of you.”

With that, he was gone.

FAHEEM

I really needed that time with my family. Here it was forty-eight hours later and that visit and sexing was fresh on my mind when Jaz called me.

“Faheem.” Jaz was crying. “I’m headed to the hospital. I’ve been bleeding clots and cramping to the point that I’m doubling over.”

“What? Where are you now?”

“Angel is texting you the address. She’s taking me to the hospital.”

I was in Jersey City when I got the call. I called Angel, but she didn’t answer. Finally, the text came through. I made a wild U-turn and high tailed it to the hospital.

* * *

“Jaz, what’s the matter? What is the doctor saying?” I asked before I even got into her room good.

“Hey, Faheem.” Angel gave me a hug and then left the room.

“I don’t know what happened,” Jaz sputtered, helplessly. “I had a reaction to the pills.”

“Pills? What pills?”

“The birth control pills.”

When Jaz said birth control pills, I felt as if I had been kicked in the balls. I don’t think she meant to say it. I think it slipped out because she panicked. I had been thinking we both were on the same page, and these last four months or so, I’d been trying to get her pregnant. I thought we both wanted to be pregnant.

Jaz started crying. “I’m sorry, baby, but I felt the time wasn’t right.”

“Jaz, what the fuck are you saying?”

It turned out that Jaz had been about five weeks pregnant. A reaction to some birth control pills brought on the hemorrhaging which led to a miscarriage. The doctor gave her a D&C and said she would be discharged in the morning. I was livid, but this was not the best time to express my anger.