Something Is Missing | Ronnie Radke

Chapter 19- Early

"Ronnie," I mumbled. I rested back into him and took in his warmth. "My back really hurts."

He slid the hand that was on my bump to the middle of my back where he began to massage. I threw my head back against his shoulder and shook my head. "No. My lower back. It's like on fire."

"So I shouldn't rub it then? Is there anything I can do to help? Some heat?" He questioned. His hand moved back to my bump where the baby began to kick. He'd been quite wild the whole night.

"I don't know. I just don't feel right." I shook my head and turned so I could bury my face in his tattooed chest. "He's been moving so much lately, too."

Ronnie chuckled. "He's just getting anxious to meet us," he announced. "I can't wait until he's here, Jenny. Once he's in our arms..."

I nodded. "I know," I mumbled. "But I don't know how many more nights of him kicking that I can take," I replied. "And he's still got a whole month left before he's born."

"I'm sorry, baby," Ronnie whispered. He continued to rub my bump and placed a kiss on my forehead. "If I could take on what you're dealing with so you don't have to, I would."

I rolled my eyes. "You wouldn't want to," I told him. "There's physical pain and just... I don't know. I feel off."

Ronnie sucked in a deep breath. "Do you think you should call the doctor? If you really don't feel well?"

"No," I mumbled. "It's your birthday. I'm not ruining the day by having you go to the doc with me." I rested my hand over his on my bump, and holy fuck was the baby really starting to move around.

"It wouldn't be ruining my birthday. I'm concerned for Ronnie junior," Ronnie said. His voice was soft and caring.

"Ugh. Will you stop!? We're not naming him after you," I grumbled.

Ronnie laughed. "I know baby... I like the name we picked. Our next one can be named after me," he joked.

I moved to whack him in the chest, but as I did so, a sharp pain shot through my entire body. My hand became a fist as I practically slammed it down onto his chest. "Oh my god," I moaned. I was ready to curl up in a ball of pain.

"Jenny!? Are you okay!?" He quickly moved so we were sitting up. I was in his lap, leaning into his chest. I rode out the wave of pain, my eyes screwed shut, before I relaxed and looked up at him.

His concerned brown eyes looked back at me. "Yeah," I mumbled. I shook my head. "That was just so weird. I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"

Ronnie shook his head. "No. But I am concerned for you. Are you sure you're okay!?" His hand moved up to my cheek, cupping it as he studied my face.

"Yes," I replied. "It's probably just one of those Braxton-hick things."

***

"Baby, you didn't have to!" Ronnie exclaimed as I placed the plates on the table and sat down across from him.

Spaghetti was what was for lunch. The baby wanted it, and Ronnie was okay with it, so I decided to make it.

We'd made it through the rest of the morning with only two more Braxton-hicks. None of which were as bad as the first, thank god.

"I wanted to," I mumbled as I stuck my fork in. "It sounded so damn good. And I can't just be in bed the whole day."

"You probably should be," he replied as he ate. "Your ankles aren't going to be happy with you. Besides, you've been so tired lately. It's probably good for you to relax."

I rolled my eyes. "I can do what I want," I mumbled. "It's not a big deal. I can provide for myself."

"I'm not saying that you can't," Ronnie shot back. "But I'm just concerned. Especially with how you were feeling earlier."

"Ronn-..." I began, but was quickly cut off by a pain shooting through my body. My entire back tensed up as I dropped my fork. "Oh my fucking god! That's so bad!"

Ronnie instantly jumped from his chair and moved to me. He instantly squatted next to me as he looked me directly in the eyes. "I don't care what you say. I am calling Dr. Pitts."

I nodded in agreement as the pain finally subsided. There was no way that was a Braxton-hick, it was too strong.

"Let's get you to the couch," he said. "Then I'm calling. If you're not feeling well you need to tell me."

We got me up and to the couch where I was able to lie back into the pillows and let out a deep sigh. The dull pain in my back was temporarily eased.

I let my eyes fall shut as Ronnie shuffled into the bedroom with his phone.

When my eyes snapped back open, Ronnie was sitting on the edge of the couch, phone still to his ear as he placed the back of his hand on my forehead.

"Yes," he mumbled. "She is pretty warm. Yep. It's been about four times now since 8 this morning." His brown eyes studied me with worry. "Okay. Yes. We will be there within the next hour."

He pulled the phone from his ear and let out a sigh. "Looks like we've gotta go to the hospital. She wants to check on you," he informed. "Now upsie daisies! We gotta make sure our baby boy is okay."

Ronnie helped me get up and ready before helping me waddle to the car. I still couldn't believe I was only eight months along— I felt huge. I would be having another month of carrying.

When we got to the hospital, Dr. Pitts greeted us with a smile and a wheelchair. We were both asked a parade of questions, then I was checked into a room where I was put onto a monitor and the doc decided to check how dilated I was.

I gripped Ronnie's hand as she moved down to check me out. "Oh... Uh... This isn't something that happens every day," she said with wide eyes.

Ronnie and I's hands both became death grips. "What?!"

"You're almost 8 centimeters. But you said you haven't had many contractions?! And your water has yet to break. It looks like your little boy is coming today."

"But isn't it too early!?" Ronnie jumped in, his voice soaking with worry.

"He should be fine, but we have to run a few tests first."

My eyes were wide as tears pulled from them. I looked Ronnie dead in the eyes and shook my head.

"I can't do this, Ronnie!"