Baby, A poor Little Baby

Chapter 2 what happened?

Jennifer's pov

 The first time that I saw him I thought I was going to faint, he was just so wonderful and perfect. I knew by the way the other girls looked at him that they saw it too but some how it seemed deeper for me. The girls excited whispers and the guys annoyed ones told me that he had a reputation, and not necessarily a good one. 

 "A bad boy for a good girl" I thought to myself and laughed. 

 But that's how it ended up, 2 short months later we were walking down the hall hand in hand with both the boys and girls swooning over us. It took me a while to get used to the girls always talking about him even if I was around, especially if I was around, but I got used to it because I loved him.

 He would walk me home everyday and sometimes he would stay for a while. Often he would come over for dinner and my parents became very fond of him. When my father died he joined me at the funeral and he made everything better. 

   Years went by and we dated all the way through high school and into collage. Then it got harder, I went to university in New York and he stayed to attend our local collage in Texas. Still, we made it work. I would come home for holidays, summer and often just to visit. He would come up too but he would always ask my mother, sisters or brother to come. 

 By the time I came back from collage my brother had gotten married (which I knew about because I was the maid of honor) and had a baby, (which I had no idea about so it was the best welcome home present ever) my oldest younger sister had gone off to collage but was living on campus and my youngest sister was on her last year of High school. Though all of these things had changed one thing stayed the same, my boyfriend was still there loving me unconditionally. 

 We never got married but we bought a house together and in no time flat I was pregnant for our first child though I had no idea at the time. 

 He proposed to me on our vacation to Niagara Falls and we were scheduled to get married in the fall.  When we got back to our hotel room it was nearly 9:00 p.m and we hadn't eaten dinner (I was just too excited)  I had said that I was going to have a shower before we went out to eat because I was still in shock and needed to calm down. 

 When I exited the shower though Derek was nowhere to be found. I didn't think anything of it, assuming he had just gone out for a smoke because he was a smoker, and went into the bedroom that we were sharing to get changed. I spotted a note on one of the pillows so, wrapped in a towel, I sat down on the bed and began reading it. 

 * Jennifer, I decided to surprise you once more. I ordered pick up from the red lobster because I wanted to spend the rest of this wonderful day alone with my beautiful bride-to-be and not have to share you with the rest of the world. I will be back shortly my love! * 

 I put on one of the sexiest nightie I had (I still didn't know I was pregnant at the time) and did my hair in the most seductive way I could think of. As I was waiting for him I heard it, a crash so heart wrenching it made you cry just hearing it. My heart stopped and I kept telling myself that it couldn't be. The red lobster was a short distance away but he would not be on his way back yet...Would he?

  I raced to the balcony looked down, wedged between 2 cars was my beloved Derek. My heart sank. There were people all around, take out boxes all over the ground and I heard the soft sound of sirens in the distance.

 I didn't think, I just ran out the door, forgetting my key card, and tore off down the stairs. I took 2 maybe 3 at a time until I reached the lobby. The front desk asked me what was wrong but I didn't stop. I raced through the hotel and into the street crying the whole way, I heard the pounding of shoes hitting the ground behind me but I didn't look back to see who it was. I ran as fast as I could, I was breathing heavily or maybe not at all but I ran.

  As I got to the scene I dashed between stopped cars to get to my fiance. He was talking to one of the drivers, still wedged between 2 cars. I sighed in relief to see him up and alert and then I heard the panting of someone behind me. When I turned around to see who it was I noticed the man that was working the front desk.

 We both stood there looking at each other, I was bawling and he was staring at me with comfort and shock .

 The police arrived and assessed the damage, they told me that as soon as they moved the cars, he would die. They asked if I wanted to say anything to him before he left. So I agreed through my tears  and walked over to the site of the accident. 

"Hello" I said through my tears. "I guess they told you" he said glumly. I hated seeing him like that. "I love you" I whispered.  " I love y..." he began but before he could continue I removed the ring from my finger and slipped it into his hand. "I love you so much" I stated in a choked whisper. "But..." he started but I just walked away.

 I could still hear him yelling to me as I walked away but I never looked back. I heard soft footsteps behind me as I headed back to the hotel. When I turned around I noticed that it was still the man from the front desk. He gave me a sensitive smile and guided me back to the hotel. 

 The man from the front desk, whose name tag read James, walked me back up to my room. He unlocked the door with his master key and then walked me into the large, empty room. I thanked him for his helped and then I decided to call my mom. 

  James stayed the whole time as I told my mom of the terror. She begged me to come home but I just couldn't be around them and their sympathy. I told her of the engagement and of the view, trying to avoid the other topic completely.  I talked to my mom for two hours and then I finally said goodbye. 

 James told me that I could stay in the spare bedroom at his house so  that I was not paying for the room. I thanked him and gethered my things leaving Derek's behind. 

 2 months later James and I started going out. He had stayed with me through my terrible transition and I had stayed at his house ever since that tradgic night. My mom liked James and she came down to visit often. We went down to visit her too but it was hard because Derek's parents lived there now. 

 Though I was over Derek, or as much as I could be, one thing was for sure.....

  ......he was gone and I was moving on and it was not a good feeling.