Pregnant with the Bad Boy - Second Book

Chapter 27

“You are doing great; just hold on!” I wasn’t even sure what the guy was talking about in the ambulance. Feeling like I was about to be ripped apart, my lower body was soaked, and I didn’t even know what it was from seeing the slight glance of the man between my legs when I screamed more; this was not how it was supposed to happen!

“Pull over!” I was still screaming, hearing the call out to the driver, and feeling an intense pressure that made me push when the ambulance pulled over. The second guy was climbing back to my annoyance when I was f*****g giving birth on the side of the highway!

“What is happening!?” my hand had grabbed out to the other guy that had been driving, and he took It, making me pant from seeing his face that was calm; well, I f*****g wasn’t!

“You just need to push the last part; listen, Jennifer, you are having your baby.” He said it like I wasn’t already exhausted and smiled like we weren’t stuck. The pain made me whine again; dear god, I never wanted another baby, ever!

“f**k you, Dylan! f**k you!” my voice was high-pitched when I was pushing the encouraging men that were smiling like idiots when the screaming started in the ambulance, and I was beaten, f*****g Dylan Hopper; I was going to kill him for doing this to me, I hated him!

“Please…. Can I see her?” I could barely talk, still too exhausted from the sharp pain making my body cramp up; Lilly was out, so why wasn’t it stopping!?

“Here you go… look at that, a healthy boy…” the guy that had held my hand was smiling when I frowned; what?! That couldn’t be right!? I looked down at the baby in my arms, looking nothing like the babies I had seen on tv, being all bloody and like it was bluish. Had they given me the wrong one!?

“Jennifer, are you okay?” the man was speaking again when I frowned more, not knowing what really had happened; I was pregnant, and now I wasn’t, and my Lilly wasn’t a girl!?

“She is a boy!?” I didn’t know what to say more seeing the baby in my arms that was wrapped, and the pain was finally starting to subside with the cramping when I still was staring, shocked down at the tiny face that didn’t look anything like the girl I had imagined in my head with blonde curls and grey eyes.

“Yeah, it’s a boy… and he is a big one, look at that….” the guy still working around me was smiling more like he was the one that just had a baby, and it wasn’t even the right one.

“Oh god... oh god…” I started to cry again and didn’t know why; I didn’t even have my Lilly anymore, just a boy I didn’t know. Now, I was the one that was supposed to be taking care of him all alone!

“It’s okay, you did great work, momma; look at him...” I sniveled, hearing the man call me a mom; I wasn’t. It was just a sham that was going to be exposed the second someone saw me hold a baby that didn’t belong with me and my traitorous family that had all gone their separate ways, leaving me to do this on my own!

“He has blue eyes…” I was still staring at the child looking up at me, or was he? I was still too deep inside my head when I was batting my eyes, same as him; how did in the world did this happened? I was so sure that the woman said I would have a girl, didn’t she?!

They kept rolling me inside, and the men that had helped me took some pictures all smiling, and I didn’t even know why? My eyes were still on the baby before feeling someone trying to pick him up from my arms, and my eyes snapped up at the woman that was giving me a frown for not letting him go.

“You have to let me take him, sweetheart…” I didn’t understand what she was talking about? He was mine! Was she taking him from me because I was crazy? Was that it!?

“No, no, don’t take him, please!” I didn’t want to let go, not of anything, when I was smiling just like the doctor, trying to reassure me that I would be okay; I wasn’t! She wanted to take away my baby!

“I have to, don’t worry, you are getting him back...” She was smiling more when I still didn’t want to lose feeling the slight movement against my torso, warmth spreading over my chest where they had placed him, fitting my arms perfectly.

“Okay… please just don’t take him...” I was begging the woman when she finally was taking my baby, that was screaming the second he was away from me, making me even more worried; they weren’t hurting him; where they!?

“that’s my baby, please!” I was up and following the woman that was unwrapping my child, and someone stopped me, telling me to get back when I didn’t want to; that wasn’t her child that she was having, and I was so scared they were going to just take him away, knowing that I was going to fail as a mother. Still, I didn’t care anymore. I just wanted my boy back!

“We know he is…don’t you worry, Mom, we will give him right back when done….” I switched my eyes to the woman smiling, and I wasn’t with my stern scowl; why was everyone looking like some damn i***t when my baby was crying? He needed me, and they knew that!

“Let’s get that dress off you and…” I pushed her hand away; if she wanted me to take the damn dress, she had to ask!

“I can do that; I’m not stupid!” I was growling now when she didn’t stop me when I was taking the back and pulling down the zipper, not caring a second of being naked before the unknown staff since I had spent my time here and privacy was… scares…

I got up on the bed again, still watching my baby being examined. I didn’t want to stop staring for a second, feeling the robe draped over me, wanting to just get him back when he was still crying!

“He was a fast one and a big boy; look at him….” I didn’t care what the nurse was saying, giving me back the baby, still crying in my arms, holding him gentler, afraid he would break and staring down again; look at him.

He had blue eyes, no hair, and he was perfect; his face was so small, he looked like the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and he was all mine.

“He’s perfect…” I smiled more down and felt the nurse helping me with the nursing when I started to laugh, feeling my baby latching onto my n****e, smelling him again when the women were happy, looking like I was doing something right for once in my life.

“Do I have to sign who is the father?” I wasn’t sure why I asked; maybe I didn’t want Dylan to be the father anymore, he never cared about me when he went to prison, and this was my baby and not his, not Grant's. Mine.

“Well… no but….” The nurse didn’t like that when I didn’t care, just looking at my baby; he was like a little bear, his small hands pushing me closer when we both were so tired, and I was still unsure what to feel, but I was happy.

“Then I don’t want to do that…” I wasn’t looking when they seemed to be confused, me speaking about the birth certificate when I just had given birth, they had no idea…. God….

“Mrs. Hopper…. Your husband is going to be the father of your baby…” I finally looked up, hearing the woman say it, and for the first time, she wasn’t smiling when I had lost all joy in my eyes; she was probably right; I was still married to that bastard and …. s**t… he was going to have paternity over my baby, f**k! I should have listened to Grant and divorced him the second I knew he was a no-good liar who kissed other girls and talked to my sister instead of me!

“I guess that I can’t fight it… can I?” my voice was heavy when I wanted to cry again, and she nodded to my sigh; Dylan wouldn’t care; he wouldn’t care about my son that he said he was going to just surrender to me, he was a bastard like that.

“Give me the form…” I knew I was being weird when they just stared at me when I sat up more, having my baby still close in my arms, knowing that I would not let Dylan have him; no way in hell that he even deserved a chance after what had happened.

The nurse was coming back, and I was still sweaty and bloodied all over, but I didn’t care anymore; I just wanted to get this over with so I could focus on my baby.

“Beaumont Bear Thompson… oh, but I thought your name was Hopper?” the woman gave me a weird smile when I scoffed, not for long. I was going to push that divorce harder than ever when I got back, and then I would change my name permanently.

“I was, but I’m not….” I said it back hollow when they didn’t ask me more; maybe they had seen someone like me before, just lost and not knowing what to do except for wanting to get out.

“Oh, dear god….” I was watching the baby in my arms again, wanting to leave the hospital right now even if I knew that would never happen, but as soon as they were done. I would be gone with my son.