Tempt My Heart(72)
“Hi, Kinsley. How are your contractions?” The nurse asks as she looks over the rolls of paper coming out of the machines attached to Kinsley’s belly.
I can feel her mother’s eyes on me, and it’s making me uneasy. I can’t help but feel my anxiety with this whole situation intensify the second she walked through the door.
“I just had one, it was about a six. Do you think I’ll be able to get the epidural soon?” The entire time Kinsley is talking to the nurse I keep my eyes on my phone while I text a quick message to Brock telling the fucker to get his ass down here right now. I just hope he doesn’t ignore it. I know if it were me, I’d hate myself for the rest of my life if I missed the birth of my child due to my being a stubborn SOB.
“We’ll check your cervix and see, okay?” The nurse says stepping between Kinsley’s legs and pulling gloves on.
Shoving my phone back in my pocket, I lift my eyes and lock onto Kinsley’s mothers.
“Pamela.” Is all I say nodding my head before turning towards her sister, “Abby.”
“Hey.” Is all Abby says before stepping beside Kinsley and talking to her quietly.
This is the most awkward situation I’ve ever been in.
“Jordon.” Her mother says suddenly, with softness in her voice.
Welcome to the fucking Twilight Zone.
“We’re so thrilled you were able to make it with your busy schedule, and all. The doctor thinks our little princess will be here in a matter of hours.”
Biting my tongue and holding back what I’d really like to say to her, I just nod my head. Turning to Kinsley I lean down beside her and whisper in her ear, “I’m going back out to the waiting room. When the baby is ready to be born let me know. Until then, I will be out there with Brittan. I sent a text to Brock, if he has any brains in that head of his he’ll get his ass down here. You and I both know this baby isn’t mine. I hope you understand the shit storm you’re stirring up by lying about this. You’re messing with people’s lives, Kinsley.”
Before she can even try to argue with me I storm out of the room. If I’m in there one more second, I’m going to lose my fucking mind. The second her mother acted like my best fucking friend I knew Brittan was right. This is all about money.
What they don’t understand is I’m no idiot. The second that baby is born we’re having a paternity test done. I will prove what I already know to be true.
This baby is not mine.
Brittan
I cannot believe this is happening.
We go from having such a wonderful day to coming to the hospital in the middle of the night because Jordon’s ex-girlfriend is in labor and claiming the baby is his.
He swore to me he’s not the father, but I still can’t help but be shaken up and scared. No matter what happens I will stay by Jordon’s side. I never thought it would be possible to ever fall in love again, and I’m not giving that up. Over the last few months, things between Jordon and I have slowly changed from friendship to what I now know is love.
It’s been hard coming to terms with the fact that I have to let Cane go, but slowly, with each passing day I’ve spent with Jordon, it gets easier. I still listen to his voicemails from time to time, and when I do, I cry tears of joy instead of tears of sadness. I’m able to reflect back on my happy memories of Cane and even share some of them with Jordon.
That is one of the many reason’s I love Jordon. He is so respectful of my past and my love for Cane. He understands a part of me will also belong to Cane, but the other part of me belongs to him.
I’ve wanted to tell Jordon but just can’t seem to find the words. I sing in front of thousands of people and never get stage fright, but I get cold feet every time I try to tell Jordon three simple words.
I feel like I’m finally in a good place emotionally, and a lot of that has to do with Jordon. I’m sober. I’m happy, and I look forward to the future now. Whatever this Kinsley girl is hoping to accomplish, I will make sure it doesn’t happen. I’m stronger now and will fight for Jordon.
We’ve been sitting in the waiting room for six hours now, and my butt is officially broken. Damn it to hell with these uncomfortable ass hospital chairs. I’m glad I opted to wear yoga pants and UGG boots instead of getting fully dressed this morning. Now I’m able to curl up and lie on Jordon’s chest and be comfortable.
Well as comfortable as I can, considering we’re sitting on the worlds most uncomfortable chairs and have our nerves on edge as we sit here and wait.
The coffee here tastes like mud, so I’ve offered to take Jordon’s car down the street to get us some. Thank God not too many people are out and about at six a.m., so I was able to go unnoticed.