Pregnant with the Bad Boy - Second Book

Chaper 26

There he was.

He had an expensive suit on, looking perfect. My heart stopped, not from the way he was here, having his arm around another girl, even if it was killing me from the way she was giggling against his chest, no. I could see it right away. He was drunk.

“i***t!” I hissed the word, making Marnie raise her eyebrows and smirk when she followed my eyes and saw the handsome dark man swaying the slightest, holding on to a girl who looked suspiciously like me; he didn’t know when to stop. Did he?

“Like I said, it’s not a secret, Jennifer; it's hard keeping them where I’m from, you and Grant Stone, that I didn’t see coming….” She wasn’t angry, just impressed when I turned around and felt guilty; she still was Dylan’s sister, no matter what.

“He is supposed to be in rehab….” I turned around and gawked at him again, not even being able to hide just how hurt and disappointed I was in him still not seeing me when he had a glass in his hand, not even coming further than the first table, talking to everyone. Grant didn’t do that when I was around him, he knew I hated people, but he didn’t; I could see it now; no matter what, Grant was a people person, unlike my shut-in-personality.

“Oh! I heard he was, for a week or so, couldn’t handle it, and his mother got him out of there; she doesn’t get it...” Marnie sounded sad, and I hated that she had pity in her voice; I didn’t want her to pity Grant; he was proud. This wasn’t his real him, the careless drunk I thought he was trying to get help for.

“I’m sorry, Marnie; Dylan is your brother, but I can’t just sit here and watch this… Grant is still…. special to me….” I closed my eyes, embarrassed when she just smiled like she got it; I was grateful when she snapped her fingers, making a male waiter come up and help me from the seat; it was ridiculous. I was pregnant, and you could tell I wasn’t far away from giving birth. Still, I wasn’t helpless just because of it.

“Maybe you can make him understand; I don’t know him, unlike you….” She smirked, and I felt even more like a bad guy for cheating on her brother; I was the worst.

I dismissed the waiter that wanted me to keep holding onto his arm like I was some old lady, and I just kept my eyes on Grant, that hadn’t seen me. So, he really was drunk? Even If he wasn’t facing me, I was wearing the same white dress I had when we broke up, and I was pregnant; he must have seen me??

He was still laughing when I stopped, right beside him, the girl giving me a weird stare. I got it; I was pregnant and walked up to the guy she was clinging to, not saying a word; it was an odd situation overall.

She spoke, and I didn’t understand; of course, it had to be French; he couldn’t get a girl who spoke English like me.

He turned around slowly like he didn’t want to see me making my chest constrict the minute our eyes met; he didn’t want to see me.

“Why aren’t you in rehab?” was my first question. No, accusation when Grant gave me a dazzling smile, and his eyes that couldn’t entirely focus on me looked away.

“Just leave Jennifer.” He turned to the girl again, and I stared at his back when he kept talking to the people at the table like he was the king of the f*****g world.

My mood dropped; I was so disappointed in him, I was trying every f*****g day to get better, and here he was, just drinking his life away like he was when he met me; I bet he wasn’t even going to his meetings anymore!

“You coward, don’t you dare turn your back on me!” I didn’t care if there were people around, he was being an ass, and if he was, then I would be too; this wasn’t my favorite restaurant, and I could just as well shout right in his face if he ignored me like this.

Grant spoke some words to the girl I didn’t understand. Then she laughed, just like him. I couldn’t take it anymore when I felt the sorrow pushing out everything I held in; he was a bastard, just like Dylan and every man that ever existed!

“I am so disappointed in you; if I want you to remember one thing from me, it’s that, Grant.” I turned around, returning to my table with Marnie; I didn’t care that I was already crying. I cried over everything! So, when my ex-fiancé/boyfriend kept going down the drain, I was allowed!

“I’m sorry, Marnie, but I’m going to go; thank you so much for tonight, and I'll call you later, okay?” she nodded, looking sad too. I just smiled at her back when I turned around, cursing under my breath that I had to walk past him again. This time I was just getting out, no talking, no trying, just me and him never seeing each other!

I was just three steps from the table when I felt this insane pain in my backside that made me jerk back, and I grabbed hold of a chair next to me. Marnie snapped her eyes at me suspiciously, and I just stood there, clenching my jaws tightly over the pain that was making me feel like I was beginning to sweat, surrounded by people eating dinner.

“Jennifer?” she was on her feet before I even had let go of the chair, and I turned my head to her and smiled; she was worried, and I was just scared shitless.

“Marnie, could you call my dad? I …. the pain that made me unable to speak was striking me again, and I panted when it finally stopped.

“Are you having the baby right now!?” Marnie yelled the words when I scowled at her; everyone turned and stared at me, including my stupid ex-boyfriend, who lost his smile the second he saw me hunched over and letting go of the girl still giggling in his arms.

“Marnie, please, don’t yell! I don’t know; it could be a false alarm!” She shook her head, still not believing me when I was slowly arching up again from leaning on the chair when I felt the strong hands coming up and holding me, just like he always did when I needed him.

“Get off me, you drunk bastard!” I sneered at him when he still didn’t let go holding his warm hands on my back, keeping me steady, it felt great, and I hated myself even more.

He ignored me and started to bark orders left and right like he hadn’t been too drunk to function just minutes ago; Grant was going into business mode.

“Didn’t you hear her, you i***t? Let f*****g go, or I’m calling my father, and I don’t even care that you are a Stone and own this place!” Marnie was already up, staring threatening into Grant's dark eyes. He just smiled at her like she was cute and ignored her talking to one of the managers on the phone next to him.

“Hey asshole, I f*****g warned you!” Marnie was taking her phone out when I just watched the absolute mayhem around me, people being nervous, running around. Marnie going ballistic, just like her brother. Grant looked at her like he was waiting for her to call and stop being so annoying.

“Please, go ahead; you think I’m scared of Stewart? I f*****g own him.” Grant had this cold voice when I stared at him in shock; he didn’t sound like this when he was alone with me. Did I even know him at all?!

Marnie stopped like she knew he was telling the truth, and I woke up from my loss of words; this was just pathetic; I wasn’t going to stand here and let Grant dictate over Marnie; she was just trying to protect me!

“Grant, let go.” my voice wasn’t angry, and he made a sound from his chest; he heard that I was serious, and the warm palms of his hands disappeared slowly from my back. I felt just as empty as when I left him in the limousine.

“Marnie, give me my phone; I will call my dad and wait outside.” I started taking the next step towards the exit when she shook her head like I was crazy to my snicker, I was.

I kept walking to the exit, they were both following me, and at least five staff members were super nervous and ready for anything at the same time.

“Jennifer, please, this is crazy! Let me call your father; will he drive all the way from Oklahoma to come and get you? That Is ridiculous!” Grant was already holding his phone to his ear when I sighed and stopped, he didn’t want to listen to me before, but now suddenly, we were back on the same terms as before we broke up. No way! That was how this was going to work out this time!

“Yes, that’s exactly what’s going to happen, Grant, you didn’t want to hear me out, and now I don’t want to listen to you!” I stared back defiantly at his slightly shocked face like he didn’t see me talking back to him, not wanting help.

“That’s insane, and you know it!” he was not in the mood to play anymore, but I didn’t feel that freaking cherry right now either!

“I am insane, remember Grant!?” I hissed at him when the next stage of pain made me hunch over, and this time, I was not telling Grant to f**k off even if I wanted to; he and I are still not on good terms just because he is helping me, not fall over from the extreme pain making me sweaty and clench my jaws, so I think my teeth are about to break apart!

“Jennifer, what the hell is this? Your contractions are just a few minutes apart; haven’t you felt anything before this!?” Grant's dark voice was accusing when I leaned against him, still standing; I had no idea what he was talking about; I just wanted the pain to stop.

“No! I would be at the f*****g hospital If I had, i***t!” I growled at him when he just gave me one of his; I got this ma Cherie faces he used to have, and I wanted to punch him for being so f*****g perfect all the time; we weren’t together; he was not the father, me standing here with him was sending the wrong vibes out to people around us.

“Jennifer, I’m calling Daddy; we are getting Dylan out! I don’t care what f*****g strings he has to pull; you can’t be alone having a baby; it's hard, I know!”

Marnie was already calling, panicking when I turned and looked at Grant; his eyes were hurt, and I sighed since the pain had subsided again; this was the problem; I would always hurt him, and him me, even if I loved him with all my heart.

“You are not alone, never was Jennifer.” He gives me a sad smile when I just nod back, and I look sad too, and I know it; I hated this; I really did.

“Just don’t… not right now, I’m already scared enough as it is, I’m having a baby, Grant, and my husband is in prison….” I didn’t look at him when he just pulled me closer, and I let him; even if the whole world saw me and I had no right to have him help me, he always did, and I loved him for that.

“Don’t worry, Jenni, I'll take care of you; I always told you that, didn’t I? If we broke up, I would always be there for you and Lilly.” His voice was so warm, and I started to cry again, a big surprise.

“No, you can’t do that; I need to make it, Grant; I need to make my own decisions; you can’t keep waiting for me; I want you to be happy.” I know that he would, and I would just fall into the same trap again, him taking care of me and not facing my problems, just like I was doing right now.

“f**k!” I saw the discomfort in his eyes when I squeezed his hand and was just trying to breathe like they had told me; I did, so why wasn’t it working!?

“Just breathe, Jenni.” He was giving me all the support a girl could have standing in a crowded room having contractions when Marnie was still yelling on the phone about her father making something happen, that my husband would be released, I highly doubted that part.

“Easy for you to say, Grant, you’re not the one that is supposed to deliver a whole human being from your body!” I hissed at him, but he smiled and chuckled slightly, still drunk, when he rubbed my back with his big hand.

I hated how good it felt when we strode against the exit. I saw some ambulance people finally coming to take me to the hospital; it was about time!

“You want me to come with you?” he was begging me, and I knew when I shook my head that it wasn’t his child being born, and it would only hurt more for him if he did show up.

“No…just take care of yourself, alright? I don’t want you to destroy your life just because of the past; she is dead, Grant, just like you told me a hundredth times… and if I look like her, then we were a couple for the wrong reasons….” I stared at him from the stretcher they had put me on, ignoring the ambulance's questions, and just looked at the handsome dark man about to cry, and I just knew it.

He just nodded and sniffled; it was hard leaving him again. He would always have a special place in my heart, no matter what.

“Promise me that you try this time, okay? Even if it is so hard, I want you to try….” The last words escaped my mouth as a hiss, f**k, this really hurts!

Grant seemed crushed, and our hand was separated, being rolled away; I closed my eyes when the doors shut, and the ambulance personnel was talking to each other. I tried not to cry, knowing I had broken Grant's heart again.