A Dancehall Story Book 3

Dancehall Story Book 3

Chapter 1: The Prince Is Here

Eight months into my pregnancy I was admitted to hospital for dehydration, I had to stay overnight. The morning I was discharge as I made my way to the parking lot I saw Junior taking his dad inside the hospital, he was shocked to see me, especially seeing me pregnant. I have seen him in places before but I made sure to avoid him. He came up to me and said hi, I politely gave him a smile, it was really awkward for both of us he walked away just as Tricia came into sight because Tricia was giving him the death stare from a far.

When I got home I was still feeling little on and off pain, I called the doctor who told us to check how often the pain was coming. I kept checking but the pain was too intense I had to call my doctor again and he told me it was best if I made my way back to the hospital. When I got to the hospital we realized that my bag was left in the other car so Tricia had to go back for it. The nurse pushed me into a wheelchair, on my way I saw Junior in the waiting area. He rushed to me before the nursed and I got onto the elevator, he asked if I was ok and I told him I was feeling some pain so he told the nurse that he was coming with us, I allowed him.

When I got to my room they quickly got me onto some machines and ran some test, I told the doctor that Junior was the father so that he could stay in the room with me because I did not want to be there alone. For most of the time we were hardly alone because doctors and nursed kept coming in and out of my room, checking me and monitoring the baby. We got a little chance to talk and he told me that his father was admitted because of a back injury he suffered some months ago, I felt a little guilty since I was the source of that injury. Things were still awkward between us, he hardly made eye contact with me and he seemed so nervous, he also looked really mature and healthier than the last time I saw him close when he kidnapped me.

"Stacy why are you hear alone?" He asked. I thought how brave of him but then again I remember who I was dealing with, he was never afraid to speak his mind or do anything.

"I am here alone because I chose to be here alone" I answered. I knew for sure that he would not take that answer and let it be.

"Stacy I know you more than anyone does, I know when you are not ok" He said.

I was just praying that I did not start to cry in front of him. I really wanted to tell him that the father of my child abandon me without even any support because I was not sure about having his baby and he just up and leave me but I could not give him that satisfaction and I was also ashamed.

"Junior now is not the time please, I am in pain and it seems this baby coming a month earlier than expected" I said. I was only trying to change the topic.

"Sorry for everything Stacy because if I didn't act stupid and mess up everything we had you wouldn't have to go through this alone, feel like this is all my fault" he said. He held his head down and I felt a little sorry for him because I knew I did do some damage to him as well.

"Junior listen none of this is your fault, this was my choice, I don't blame anyone" I said.

"Stacy the way the man behaved over you I should not even have the chance to be in this room right now while you are giving birth to his first child" He said.

He came closer to my bed and held my hand, I tried so hard to fight back the tears but they came out anyways along with some pain, thank God for the pain because I used it to hide the tears.

Junior called the doctor and she came, she said she checked the monitor and then told me that I was in active labor. I was only 36 weeks but she said the baby was ok to come at this stage. She assigned a nurse to watch me closely, the nurse was on her feet like a soldier, she said the baby is definitely coming.

I kept wondering where the hell was Tricia, I did not have my phone on me, she had it and I did not want to ask Junior for a call. The pain stop for a little while, they were coming on and off, some intense and some I could manage. Junior went to check on his father when the doctors was checking to see how far the baby was.

Junior came back to my room with a well needed cup of ice chips, I asked him how he knew he was to bring ice chip he said he had this moment planned in his head forever. I felt bad for him because we talked about this while we were together, having out first child after we were both done with school. None of it worked out for us, here I was having a baby for a man that was not there for me when I needed him the most.

"Stacy you can forgive me for hurting you?" He asked. He was so handsome, his eyes even looking lighter than before. I never hated him for what he did and I know now that I hurt him more than he hurt me. A trap was set for Junior because of me and he got caught in it.

"I have forgiven you a long time Junior, we have history and we shared things that no one else could get from us" I said and I think it made him a little happier.

"I want you to have a happy life Stacy and I want you to accomplish all your dreams, live for yourself, do the things you wanted to do. I know you're going to be a mommy now but that won't stop anything for you, only you can stop your show" He said.

That was the thing with Junior, he always wanted the best for me, gave me my space and freedom. He fucked up one time and because I had another option I did not give him a chance to make it right and now look at me, here about to give birth and not entirely sure if the father wants anything to do with the baby or he just wanted to control me. Maybe it was the pain or hormones but I really hate every bone in Chalkline right now, all his name I hated. What the fuck is a Chalkline.

The doctor came back to check on me again. The pain was getting harder to bare, I wanted to pull my hair out, I wanted to cry but the doctor said the more I stress the longer the baby will take to come. She told me to take deep breaths but truth is I wanted to take a deep shit, piss, you name it, I wanted to do it. Junior was stuck by my bedside holding my hand and taking all the squeeze I had in me. The doctor said the baby was 4 centimeter dilated, I did not understand or maybe the pain would not allow me to process anything. I was there for over a hour and there was no progression, the pain I was feeling made me think that my back was going to split wide open in two.

My mind quickly flash on Tricia and I remember that she had gone home for my bags but that was a long time ago, I started to wonder if she met into an accident or something bad happened to her. Me worrying about Tricia send on a world wind of pain onto my body, I screamed as loud as I could, the doctors were coming from all angles, I know I heard the doctor saying she could see the baby's head. I kept begging them to make sure my baby was ok, I was crying, in pain, I felt as if I was about to pass out. All this time Junior did not leave my side he was there like he was the father and every pain I felt I could see the hurt in his face. They took me to the labor room, I told them he was the father because I wanted him to be in the room with me, he was the only support I had.

On September 12, 2012 7:35pm my son, LJ Walker was born. He was perfect, I have never seen a more beautiful human being. He was the blessing I did not know I needed, he was peaceful, he was my little light and I instantly fell in love. After I had LJ the doctors told me that they did not have diapers or clothes for him. Where the hell was Tricia I asked myself? It had been over three hours and there was nothing from her. I had to ask Junior to call her, they already had LJ wearing clothes from the nursery, emotions took me over again because I had everything he needed and he had to borrow clothes already and he just got here. Junior called Tricia and a man answered her phone he said, I told him to give me the phone.