Tempt My Heart(75)

Thank God the nurses have all been extremely nice and understanding with all of this. A few asked for autographs, and I could tell they were nervous that we’d say no because of everything going on. But Jordon and I put on our professional faces and signed away on some notepads.

Ignoring the panic on my face, Jordon pulls me alongside him towards Kinsley and the baby.

I don’t know if I can do this.

I swear each step feels like an eternity with my heart beating like a snare drum so loudly it’s echoing in my ears.

The second we enter the room Kinsley’s face goes from happy when she sees Jordon, to full on pissed the fuck off when they land on me.

“Why the hell did you bring her in here, Jordon?!” Kinsley screeches as her head snaps from me back to him.

Her words falter my steps. I just stand there in the doorway taking her in. She’s very pretty, even after just giving birth. I guess I wouldn’t expect anything less. Of course, Jordon’s ex would be gorgeous.

She looks to be about my height, but it’s hard to tell since she’s sitting in bed. She has her bleach blonde hair pulled up in a messy bun on top of her head with her bangs brushed off to the side. She has big green eyes that look tired, which is understandable after going through almost ten hours of labor.

Jordon’s voice breaks me out of my stunned state, “She’s my girlfriend. If this baby is mine she’ll be a part of her life, so she deserves to be in here just as much as I do.”

Kinsley’s jaw drops and just as quickly as it fell open; she snaps it back closed, re-composing herself, “Whatever. She can stay in here, but she will not be touching my baby.” The vile tone in her voices makes it sound like I’ve got the fucking plague or something!

Putting my hands up in the air, I answer before Jordon can, “I am only here to support Jordon. I have no intention of holding your baby. So you can drop the evil bitch act. But if this baby is his, you can bet your uptight ass I will be holding that baby. I will be caring for her every time Jordon has her. Your fantasy of you two getting back together is just that…a fantasy. It isn’t happening. You seem like a sweet girl, but you need to take a step back and look at all of this from another perspective. You’re a mother now, and you need to start acting and thinking like one. Your child is a precious gift, not some bargaining chip or meal ticket to a life full of glitz and glamor.”

Jordon flashes me a small smile, and squeezes my hand a little tighter before letting go so he can see the baby.

“You don’t know me or Jordon. We were happy before he decided to run off and play Rock Star. I’m sorry I felt neglected and turned to another man so I could feel loved. It wasn’t fun watching him at performances, flirting with every hot girl who batted her eyes at him. So before you decide to judge me, you should take a step back and see the bigger picture.” Kinsley says in a tone that only makes me want to smack the shit out of her.

For a second, I feel sorry for this girl, but that sympathy soon fades away. “If you were unhappy, you should’ve broken things off with Jordon before jumping into this Brock guy’s bed. You’ve had nine months to find out who this baby’s daddy is. I find it odd that for months, you told Jordon that you were certain Brock was the father. Then the minute Jordon’s band takes off you’re changing your story and now claiming he may be the father. If you really thought that, you would’ve done a DNA test before your baby arrived. You are being selfish and ruining a moment that should be precious and special. I feel bad for Brock because if he is the father, all your foolish behavior has done is deprived him of witnessing the birth of his daughter.”

Walking over to Jordon, I gaze down inside the bassinet where a tiny, rosy cheeked baby girl lays with a pink hat on. She is a beautiful baby who was born into a world full of chaos. My heart breaks for her.

I press my mouth to Jordon’s ear, “I’m going to get some air. If you need me just send me a text.”

Jordon eyes turn sad, and I noticed the look of concern on his face. He’s worried about how this is affecting me. I would be lying if I said it wasn’t getting to me.

I have a tiny voice in the back of my mind telling me to just do a line of coke, and I’ll feel better. But then I think about how good my life is right now, and drugs would only destroy all of that.

“Okay.” Jordon says pressing a quick kiss to my lips.

Spinning around, I bolt out of the room as fast as my feet can carry me without running and making a scene.

I need to get away from Kinsley…this entire situation. It’s too much. If I’m around her one more second, I may just turn violent and try to literally smack some sense into this girl.