Deion: Covering face with pillow Uggghh, baaaaabe, seriously? Now? Like, gotta be kidding me...
takes the phone from Smugge and dials the number Alright, here goes nothing. pauses, listening to the ringing tone Hi, Mrs. Johnson? It's Deion here.
my mom answers the phone hello Deion?
nervously clears his throat Mrs. Johnson, I just wanted to let you know that Smugge has given birth to our son. He's perfect, and we couldn't be happier. We're ready for this new chapter in our lives. Mrs. Johnson: I smile widely really? congratulations!
feels a surge of pride and love for Smugge and their newborn son Yeah, sure. We'll be there soon. ends the call
takes a deep breath, ready to face his mother-in-law Alright, Smugge. Let's go show your mom our little miracle.
thanks baby I kiss your cheek
wraps his arm around Smugge's shoulder, supporting her as they walk towards the car You know, Smugge, I'm really glad we're doing this together.
As they arrive at Silva's mother's house, they notice an eerie silence. The front door is slightly ajar, and there is no sign of life inside.
pauses outside, feeling a sense of unease Hold on, Smugge. Maybe we should check the place before going in. looks around for any signs of trouble Silva: gasps, clutching her chest Oh my God... the house is a mess, there are broken dishes scattered across the floor and a shattered photo frame of her and me at our wedding
I look around oh my god..
rushes inside, eyes scanning the room Shit, Smugge, what happened here? Are you okay? puts his arms around her, trying to shield her from the chaos
gently takes Silva's hands in his No, Smugge, this isn't your fault. We're gonna figure out what happened here. guides her to the living room
immediately pulls Silva into a tight embrace, his voice filled with concern Shit, Smugge... I'm so sorry. I can't believe it. What happened? How did he die?
I cry we fought and when I went over to him he had a heart attack
softly rubs Silva's back, his voice filled with empathy I'm so sorry, Smugge. I wish I could have been there for you.
I sniffle well… I guess we should pick up our son
stands up, still holding Silva close Yeah, we should go. We need to find someone to help us with the baby, make sure everything's taken care of.
quickly pulls out his phone and starts calling family members Hey, Mrs. Johnson, it's Deion. We need your help. It's... it's your grandson.
the next day we pick up our son
grabs Silva's hand, guiding her through the door Here we go, Smugge. We're officially parents now. smiles warmly
pauses, looking at Silva with a mix of emotions You know, Smugge, I can't help but think about what could have been if we had arrived just a little bit sooner.
pulls Silva into a tight hug Hey, hey, don't beat yourself up. It's not your fault. We did everything we could, okay?