As I sat outside his hospital room I couldn't believe I didn't have him anymore. My other half, the father of my child, my soon to be husband, he was taking from me and for what! His stupid "brothers" the guys that supposable took care of each others back in hard times. Were where any of them while he was getting chased, were where they while their enemies took him and cornered him. THEY WERENT IN SIGHT! And now his dead, he wont get to hold his son, I wont get to fall asleep in his arms and for what a gang that didn't have his back. Just the other day we were sitting in our apartment talking about baby names, he fought me so much because I wanted to pick his first name and Jacob his middle name, he wasn't happy but like other times he gave in just to see me happy and smile. Devonte Joseph Black. He is going to be her in about 4 months it breaks my heart that he will never know the wonderful man that was his father. As I make mself get up from the floor just outside his bedroom I touch my growing belly knowing that he will be name after his father instead. I turn around just to see him laying there lifeless, and I know that would be the last time I see him.
"Thank you for giving me a little piece of you Jacob…thank you for giving me Jacob Devonte Black" I whispered.
AUTHORS NOTE: Ok so I haven't come across anything like this so I thought why not be the first to right this. I came to the idea while I was re-reading "Once A King Always A King" by Reymundo Sanchez his a great writer in my opinion and it was his life story and I've read his two books countless of times and I love Jacob and Bella so why not just go with this story and see how it goes. Basically I'm writing this as I go along so I apologize before hand if its really slow updating and just ask for you guys to be patient with me also tell me what you guys think and if you think I should continue or if I should just not waste my time because it's a dumb idea, let me know. Please don't be so harsh.
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