Does anyone know the name of Jamia and Evans's older sister?

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"Hey, Mia, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies with me tonight?" I asked over the phone.

"Sure, who's watching Gee and Miles?" She asked.

"Evan is," I said.

"Alright, that sounds like fun," Jamia agreed.

"Okay, I'll pick you up in an hour," I said.

I giggled excitedly as I hung up, going to get dressed. I put on a pair of black jeans, a white button up and my black leather jacket, fixing my short, brown hair. Evan came over and I told him what to do to take care of Miles before leaving to go pick Jamia up. I knocked on her door, my heart racing nervously.

"Wow, you're all dressed up," she remarked.

"You look beautiful," I said.

She blushed as she looked down at her simple navy blue dress. We got into my car and we got to the movies. I paid for tickets and snacks before we sat down.

"We haven't done this in so long, I'm glad we are," she said. "I feel like we haven't spent any time alone together recently."

"Me too," I agreed.

The movie started and I glanced over to where her hand was on the armrest between us. I went to go hold it but at that moment she moved it away to grab some popcorn.

"That was funny," she said when the movie was done. "I liked that."

"Yeah," I mumbled in agreement.

I hadn't even paid attention, I just kept thinking of her the entire time. I drove her home, walking her up to her front door.

"Thanks for taking me out, it was a lot of fun," she said. "We should do it again. Although, you were really quiet tonight, why's that?"

I leaned forward, pressing my lips against hers. She kissed back for a moment before pulling away.

"I don't wanna be just one of your one night stands or quick hook ups, Frank," she whispered.

"No, you're not," I denied. "I'm in love with you."

"You are?" She asked hopefully.

I nodded, holding her hips as I kissed her again. Mia opened the door and I backed her into her house, gently laying her down on the couch. She whimpered quietly, pushing my jacket off.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I love you too," she said.

My hands ran down from her knees up her thighs to hold her waist. My phone rang and I cursed as I sent it to voicemail. My hips rolled down against her and she gasped, letting out a shaky moan. My phone only rang again and I sighed as I sat up. Jamia panted softly, looking up at me as I answered it.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Frank?" Evan asked. "Oh god, Frank, Gee is sick and he isn't doing well."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

I moved away and Jamia looked at me in concern.

"I-I don't know, he was fine one second and then after dinner he started acting kind of funny and he felt warm so I put him to bed but now he's burning up and he keeps getting worse really fast," Evan said. "He's got a fever, he's burning up and I think you should come home."

I hung up, quickly throwing on my jacket.

"Frank, what's wrong?" Jamia asked.

"Gee is sick," I said.

I ran outside and down the street, hurrying upstairs into Gee's room. He laid in the bed, pale, sweaty and shaking.

"Oh, Princess," I muttered, kneeling beside him.

"Daddy, I-I feel icky," he whimpered.

I grabbed the thermometer and stuck it in his mouth. Fear washed over me when I saw his temperature was 108.4°.

"It keeps rising, it's gone up almost a whole degree since I called you," Evan said.

"Fuck," I muttered. "Can you stay here with Miles? I need to get him to the hospital."

"Yeah, of course," Evan said.

"I'll drive you," Jamia said.

I nodded, carrying Gee out to the car. He was bundled up in the backseat with me, laying in my lap as Jamia drove. He seemed to only get worse, he could hardly stay awake.

"We're almost there," Jamia said.

Gee's eyes rolled back slightly and suddenly his whole body was convulsing.

"He's having a seizure!" I shrieked.

We were just pulling into the hospital when he stopped, his body relaxing. My shaky hand pressed against his neck.

"Th-there's no pulse," I whispered.

We pulled up to the doors and I opened the door, seeing a couple nurses standing there.

"Help! I need help!" I shouted.

They hurried over, grabbing a stretcher as they called for more people. Someone climbed onto the stretcher with Gee, giving him CPR as they rushed them in. I followed quickly while Jamia parked the car.

"What happened?" The nurse asked.

"I don't know, I was out and his babysitter said he wasn't feeling very well," I said. "When I got home he was burning up and he had a seizure then stopped breathing on the way here."

"He has a pulse," the nurse on top of him said while we stood in the elevator.

"He doesn't have an immune system, he was kept in a locked room his whole life," I said. "Please, please help him."

The took him down a hall where I wasn't allowed and I sobbed loudly. Jamia met me up here and we talked with the nurses. She helped me fill out the paperwork while I cried.

"I'm such a bad parent," I sobbed.

"No you aren't," she denied, holding my hand.

"Yes I am," I insisted. "I-I shouldn't have just left my kids there while I went out on a date. I mean, Miles is only two weeks old! How can I leave a two week old?! I should've been home with them instead of going out on dates."

"You aren't a bad dad just for going out and having a little bit of fun," she said, giving my hand a soft squeeze. "Gee would've gotten sick whether you were home or not. You are not a bad dad."

"Th-the adoption is going to be finalized next week," I said. "Maybe I should just cancel it and send him off to go live in the special needs group home because he'll be better off there. And maybe Miles should go up for adoption."

"Frankie, it's okay," Jamia said. "This could happen to anyone and it doesn't mean you're a bad dad. You're gonna adopt Gee and he's gonna be okay. And Miles is gonna live with you for a long time, he's going to love you."

"He was dead, Mia," I whispered. "He was actually, completely dead."

"And it isn't your fault," she said. "You're a great dad to both Gee and Miles."

I rest my head on her shoulder as I cried.

"I was supposed to take care of him," I whispered. "I was supposed to keep him safe and I couldn't."

"Frankie, it's gonna be okay," she said. "It might be a little while until we get any information, you should probably get some sleep, I'm gonna go call Evan and check up on him and Miles."

I nodded, laying down across the seats. Jamia went off, going to call Evan. I sniffled, crying quietly as I laid there. Jamia came back and she lifted my head up, laying it on her lap so she could run her fingers through my hair gently.

"I-Is my son okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, he's okay, he's just sleeping right now," she said softly. "Evan's watching him to make sure he isn't gonna get sick too."

"D-do you think Gee is gonna be okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, he is," Jamia said. "And then by next week you're gonna be happy together again and Gee is gonna be adopted as your son and you're gonna have two boys. And Miles is gonna have a big brother."

I nodded, sniffling as my fingers played with the skirt of her dress. I knew we should probably talk about what happened between us at some point but I just couldn't. So much was going on right now, I just couldn't even think about what happened between us. The only thing that mattered right now was Gee and his health.

"How could I let this happen?" I muttered. "I failed the one job that I had. All I had to do was keep him safe and then I was just dumb and I left him alone and he got sick and died."

"He isn't dead, he's fine," Jamia said. "And it isn't like you just left him alone, you got him a babysitter, you had someone else there to take care of him, you didn't just leave him to fend for himself. You are an amazing dad, Frankie, an amazing dad to both Gee and Miles. And they're gonna grow up perfectly healthy."

I sniffled and nodded, holding her hand. I gave her hand a soft kiss, crying quietly as I held it tight.

"Mia, what do I do if he...if he doesn't make it?" I asked nervously.

"He is going to make it, Frank," she said.

"He might not," I whispered. "He doesn't have an immune system, he can't even fight off the common cold."

"He's gonna be okay," Jamia whispered. "I-I think I'm gonna go get some coffee, do you want some, Frankie?"

"How am I supposed to get some sleep but drink coffee?" I mumbled.

"I'll get decaf," she said.

She went to stand but I shook my head, my hand on her thigh.

"Please don't leave me," I begged. "N-not right now, I don't wanna be alone."

Jamia nodded, running her fingers through my hair again. I sniffled quietly, wiping my eyes.

"Blackbird singing in the dead of night," Jamia sang softly and I broke down sobbing again. "Take these broken wings and learn to fly, all your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be arise."