Arranged Baby

Chapter --

Sage's POV

"From who?" I dare to ask, knowing exactly who.

"A little birdy told me," he says, purposely speaking against my ear, "that someone I love very much missed her doctors appointment." He moves to look me in the eyes, leaving me all hot and bothered and uncomfortable. Our eyes meet when he pulls away, my lust-filled with his stone-hard orbs. Fire meeting ice in a way I never wish to experience. Even just his breath against my face has my hormones going haywire, never building a tolerance to my personal drug and strongest weakness.

"Why did you miss your appointment Sage? Was it to spite me?" He asks with an even angrier expression. Before I can respond, he pushes himself off the wall, and throws his arms up frustrated.

"Were you that mad that you potentially put my babies in danger because of something as silly as a nursery?" He continues to yell, making my eyes water. I didn't think he'd get this mad. "What makes you think it's okay to risk my children's lives because you're too damn stubborn for your own good? Anything could go wrong Sage and you didn't go because why? Because you were mad at me? You leave without me knowing, you go to the park and to the store and go get ice cream and go do yoga without someone watching you because you were mad at me? You risk my children's lives because you were mad at me?" He shouts, turning to face me and suddenly noticing the tears streaming down my face.

If I weren't so damn pregnant I would be yelling back, screaming, and standing my ground. But instead, I feel one of the babies kick against my ribcage in the most painful way as he keeps rising his voice at me.

"I forgot about the appointment." I say through clenched teeth and squint my eyes shut once they both start kicking.

He turns away from me and I see his shoulders rise and fall quickly. He's trying to calm down. That's not what I'm worried about though. I'm worried about the sudden sharp pain that's searing through me, burning and feeling like hell.

I want to scream, but am forcing myself not to. He's too mad at me right now.

"I don't believe that Sage." He gravels, still not facing me.

I bend my knees and try to relieve the pain. The pain that is so sudden and sharp. I feel it in my ribs and at the bottom of my stomach. At the top of my thighs, between my hips is where the most pain is. No way I'm wriggling relieves the pain. I feel it in my lungs. It's getting hard to breath and every breath I take causes another wave of pain to rip through me.

I bend my knees again, thinking it will help but it only adds to the pain. "Taylor," I say lowly, my voice hoarse and shaky.

He doesn't hear me though. He's still rambling. Going on and on about the way I disrespected him and the way I put his babies in danger. Ranting about how stubborn I am and how I need to listen to him more. If her weren't so egotistical, he'd know what the hell is really going on.

"Taylor," I try again, a bit more clear. I'm practically squatting now. As soon as I got down, I couldn't get back up. It hurt in my lower back and it feels like they're kicking their way out of me.

Still he doesn't turn around. "All you had to do was tell me. Call me. Text me. Anything and I would have went with you. But instead you decided to bring Amaliana with you like she was going to be able to take care of you. Sometimes Sage you just-" I don't pay attention after that. Too mad at him to care.

I have my phone in my hand. My eyes still squinting and silent gasps falling from my lips with every shot of pain being sent directly through my damned vagina.

I call Sergio for any sort of help. Right now, I'm desperate for help and I can't scream for Jeremy. I can barely breath. I'm so happy for Amaliana putting her father on speed dial.