Brandy could be having an Owen right now. I’m not sure though, because the last time I called, the nurse answered and said that she was “having an exam right now.” No shit. I thought she was training for the Olympics. I know that, dammit. I just want to know if the kid is coming or not. It is late. I want Brandy to be okay and I want Owen to be here. Or I want him to wait. Really, I don’t have any say in this matter. But I need there to be something. Something that says, “Hey, everything is fine.” I want everything to be fine.
I am worried. I love her more than I love most chicks….I can’t imagine what she is going through and I want to be there. I want to hold her hand. I want to…I dunno what I could do to make it better…but I think it would help if I were there.
Word on the street is…Owen is coming. I love Brandy…keep her in your prayers. Peace out.
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