Jay's warm hands pressed to my stomach, as he whispered sweet nothing's into my ear. Not only to me, but Logan as well. Logan is our baby. We had a ultrasound done last week. They told us it was a healthy boy. I didn't name him Logan purposefully after his brother, I've always liked the name. It's just irony that Jay's brother has the name as well.
Tears threatened to spill from my eyes. He's going to be such a good dad.
Right now, he's lying next to me on the bed, rubbing my stomach and whispering. The sight is enough to make your heart melt.
"Daddy loves you, Logan." He whispered, kissing my stomach.
I let out a weak chuckle. The things he'd say made me think about the future. How he'd react when Logan is actually born. People I know have said some fathers turn into complete assholes. But I doubt that'd be Jay.
He pulled himself up next to me, and fell on the pillows with a sigh.
"He's growing." He stated.
"Nah, really?" I asked, sarcastically. "I look like I swallowed a fucking watermelon."
Sam and I were pretty far into our pregnancies. Just a month left. I'm definitely ready. I can tell the boys are as well.
He kissed my forehead softly. "You're still beautiful."
Such a small statement sent a fit of butterflies into my stomach. No matter how long we stay together, he's still going to have the same effect on me with the words he says. That'll never change.
A strong kick made my breathing hitch. He's been kicking so much here lately. The first time, it was in the middle of the night. It woke me up. I was completely freaking out.
"Jay, he's kicking." I shook him.
A smile lit up his face. He placed his hand over my belly button, waiting for any movement. As if on cue, Logan's hand pressed against my insides. The sight was terrifying yet beautiful. You could faintly see the outlines of his tiny hand.
"What the fuck." He whispered.
A giggle forced its way up and out of my throat.
"It's adorable." I said, holding back tears.
After a few minutes, he settled down. Jay grabbed my hand and laid back down.
I flicked the lamp off and scooted further down into the covers. Warmth engulfed me as Jay's arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer.
The doctors have me on watch. They say some people go into labor earlier than they're supposed to. I'd imagine that'd be bad for the baby, but my doctor says it's perfectly normal.
"I love you Lexi." Jay mumbled in his half-sleep state.
"I love you too." I said, squeezing his hand.
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A strong pain woke me from sleep. This is normal for me. Logan seems to be most active at night, and it absolutely kills me. At best I'd get three hours.
I waddled- seeing as walking normally was a near impossible feat- down the stairs and towards the kitchen.
Since the baby started getting bigger, my appetite skyrocketed. I'd eat near 24/7. Though I didn't have any weird cravings, besides meat.
I pulled out the items necessary to make a sandwich, and began throwing it together.
When I finished, I pulled out a bar stool and made myself comfortable. Before I could get a bite out of my sandwich, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Sam's going into labor, and she wants you there." Jay said breathlessly.
I practically shoved the food down my throat and pulled my converse on. Who said being pregnant meant dropping style?
Jay helped me into the passenger side seat, before running to the driver's side. I buckled as he began speeding down the highway.
We came to a four way. There was no one waiting, though the light was red. We slowly came to a stop. It felt like ages, but eventually, the light went a solid green.
The car lurched forward, once again, sending us on our way.
"You okay? You were up earlier and I didn't ask why." He questioned, yawning.
"Yeah, I'm-" I was cut off by a car smashing into ours.
The sound of metal grinding against metal along with glass shattering filled my ears. Tires squealed loudly. We skidded to a stop, after sliding a few yards.
"Jay." I called.
"Baby." He breathed.
There was a sharp pain in my stomach, and a wetness inside my sweat pants. I ran my shanky fingers along my thighs and brought it up into the light. Blood covered my fingertips.
"Oh god." I whispered. I turned to Jay, but not before someone crashed into our backside, jolting me forward.
Jay's P.O.V
Alex held up bloody fingers and whispered something to herself. That's not good. Blood is never a good sign.
She looked at me and opened her mouth to speak, but another car rammed into us again. Her head struck the dash, immediately pouring blood.
A sudden change in gravity made me go sick. I've felt this before. We're flipping. Everything seemed to go In slow motion, before the roof of our car caved in at fault of the impact on solid ground.
We came to a stop after the first flip. Alex hung in her seat lifelessly. I choked out a sob, and unbuckled, falling downwards. Not necessarily to the floor- more like the roof.
I crawled over to her, held up her weight, and ripped the seatbelt out of the lock. She fell into my arms.
"Lexi." I mumbled repeatedly, shaking her.
"Alex please," I was beginning to get nervous. She wasn't moving, and barely breathing. I can't loose her. She's the only thing that's keeping me alive.
"Wake up." I cried. Tears were now streaming down my face freely.
I lifted her shirt and placed my hand over her stomach. If she dies, he goes with her. There's no way I'll be able to cope with that. "Baby please wake up. I need you with me. You can't give up." I sobbed.
My body shook with silent cries.
Sirens wailed in the distance. I'm guessing the other people called them. I kicked open the dented door, and crawled out pulling Alex behind me. I was trying to be as gentle as I could.
Lights flashed, scanning over the both of us. I waved my hands. Paramedics ran over to us alongside police.
They pulled Alex out of my arms and put her onto a stretcher. I followed behind, refusing to let her go. She's not giving up on me, much like I'm not giving up on her.
