My Bestfriend’s Baby [MxW]

Prologue - Cassandra Why... ... Why... ... WHY?! WHY WAS THAT HAPPENING TO ME?! Feeling the sharp pain in my bump, I knew there was something wrong before I could even feel the liquid running down my legs, despairing me even more when I saw the disaster on the floor. "No! No! No! You shouldn't be born yet!" Desperate, I said out loud, sitting on the nearest chair before reaching for my bag on the table, opening it with shaking hands, seeking for my phone. ... It was an action that I could have done in seconds, just a couple of minutes maybe. But, it felt like a whole eternity as I tried to calm myself down to think better about what I should do or not, about what the doctor had told me before… … About what they had told me before… Finally finding the device that wasn't small at all, I unlocked the screen just to come across several missed calls and messages from him, the last person I wanted to think about right now. Yet, he was also the first one that popped into my mind before I took a deep breath and calmed myself down... Yes, I wanted to reply to his messages and call him, so he could help me at that very moment when I had no idea about what was going on with my baby... With our baby. But, I just couldn't do that. I had no possible way to answer any of the questions he could ask me now. Therefore, I decided to call the following person on my contacts list, who was also not the best of the options… Nevertheless, she was the only one I could remember after him. In other words… I called his sister... Luckily for me, Julia lived and worked close to my house. So, it didn't take long before she soon arrived with an Uber when my pains started to worsen, and I could only pray that everything was fine with my baby. I couldn’t lose them. I didn't wish to lose them. I definitely couldn't lose them after I pushed their father away from us as a way to prevent him from making me give up on the idea of keeping them. Yes... None of this was planned, and it had been a big surprise five months ago when I found out about my pregnancy. Still, none of that changed how much I wanted them, despite knowing that I would have lied to him about it... About who their birth father was... He was always so responsible, so sure about all of his decisions and choices that I couldn't even think about how he would take all the blame for himself due to the only time he acted without thinking because of me, because of my own pressure on him to help me heal my broken heart. ... It had all been my choice! I couldn't tie him to myself because of that... "GOSH! IT HURTS!" Grunting with pain in the hospital bed, I didn't even feel it when they put the IV on me when I just heard the nurse mention something about dilation before running out to call the doctor. In contrast, Julia called someone euphoric with a mix of joy and despair on her face, telling me to breathe every time our eyes met, but I couldn't! It was completely wrong! The baby couldn't be born yet! It wasn't the right time! I was only just over thirty-one weeks, and I didn't want to remember all the things I read on the internet about what could happen if they were born that earlier, even if they already ran through my mind when the doctor entered the room. ... But, of course, she didn't bring the news that I wanted to hear... She just told me that I would give birth at any time before telling the nurses to prepare everything necessary for the baby's arrival... And, a few seconds later, ignoring my desperate cries as I said to her that the baby couldn't be born yet, that I wasn't even in my eighth month, she asked if Julia would remain there during the delivery. "Mrs. Sanchez, I need you to calm down and pay closer attention to me," getting nervous again, I didn't even care about correcting her when she called me by the wrong term, probably fooled by the ring on my finger that didn't even belong to me. "Your water is broken, and it can be dangerous for the baby if we keep them in there even longer. So please, calm down. Take a deep breath and push when I tell you to do so." As if it served as some form of comfort, the doctor said to me, looking into my eyes. Still, before I could say anything else, I felt another strong contraction, almost as if my body agreed with her, telling me that it was the right time, even if it was nearly four months ahead of schedule or that I had just a few things ready for the baby's arrival. ... And just like that, a few minutes later, I heard them crying for the first time... "She is a beautiful little girl with a strong voice," someone out there said, and I wasn't sure if she had been the doctor or one of the nurses, while my eyes filled with tears as they followed the small life that continued to cry. "She is certainly her Mama’s little girl." Putting her on me, a nurse commented when the baby fell in silence as if she knew I was her mother just by the touch of our skins, and maybe she really did… even if it was too hard for me to believe that all of that was real as I continued to watch that little being... She was truly real. ... She was indeed real, and she was finally here... Our time together didn't last long before the nurse took her from me to run some tests... Few more than most babies used to do since she was premature. And if I wanted to say she was healthy with all ten toes and fingers that made me smile foolishly, I knew it could be wrong and how it was still too early for me to be relaxed. Yet… even so… I couldn't stop my delight as my eyes continued to follow her until she was no longer reaching my sight and I recalled I would have no way of running away from him after this... The truth he had been trying to pull out from me in the past few weeks was more than obvious now… it was extremely obvious, even if he already knew my ex wasn't her Father... The answers he sought from me were more than obvious just by looking at my little Taylor... My best friend's baby.