Pregnant by my Sister's Fiancé

✨Chapter Thirty✨

Kayla was fired. Stephanie was fired. Dr. Moore stayed, she was the only one for her own floor. Nobody knows why Jenna couldn't see Ashton and vice versa. It all seemed so weird. It was like they were hiding something from the two.

Thankfully, Jenna was released from the hospital eight weeks later. Aiden was four months old. She missed two whole months of his life. That really hurt her as a whole.

"Hey buddy!" Jenna smiled as Gloria handed her Aiden. Jenna was sat in her wheelchair in Gloria's apartment. "Mommy missed you. Yes she did!"

Aiden giggled and tried pulling Jenna's hair. Jenna laughed and removed his tiny hands from her hair. He had grown at least two inches an gained a pound or two. He had gotten so big.

"I'm home!" Luke hollered. "Oh, you're back, Jenna. Aiden kept missing you." Luke smiled at Jenna and placed the bags he was carrying on the counter. "He gave Gloria quite the fuss, though."

Gloria huffed. She crossed her arms over her chest and spoke, "He is your damn kid through and through again. I swear!"

Jenna laughed and hugged little Aiden. "Are you guys dating?"

Gloria and Luke looked at each other.

"No!" They said in unison. Way too fast, might Jenna add.

"Uh, I mean, no. We aren't dating." Luke smiled at Jenna.

"Hashtag whatever."

xxxx

Jenna had to stay with Gloria and Luke. She couldn't take care of Aiden by herself as Ashton was still in the hospital. He would be released in one week. They wanted to make sure he was fully healed and back in his feet. They must've just hated Jenna.

Aiden's crying pierced throughout the apartment. Jenna sighed and tried to get herself to her crutches, they switched her. Her ribs had healed fine. It was a struggle but she made it. One problem, when she got to Aiden, who was just on the other side of the room, Luke was already there. She took longer to get to her crutches than she thought.

"Go back to bed. He can sleep near me tonight, Jen. Don't worry." Luke smiled at her.

"I just want to be able to take care o my own kid!" Jenna threw her crutches to the ground and collapsed, tears falling down her face. "It sucks not having Ashton. Now," she paused and sniffled, "now it feels like I don't have Aiden."

"Tomorrow." Gloria spoke from the doorway. How she got there, neither knew. "You get the cast off tomorrow and you're perfectly fine. Why did they have it on for ten weeks anyway?"

"They hated me. Only thing I can think of." Jenna shrugged and laid completely on the floor. "They wouldn't even let me see Ashton."

"That's stupid."

Indeed it is, Gloria. Indeed it is.

xxxx

Jenna sighed as they took her damn cast off. Her leg looked wrinkly and gross. She hated when they took a cast off, the leg or arm or what not always looked funny. It was so weird. It looked like a wet gross thing.

The doctor spoke but Jenna ignored him. Well, until he got to a specific sentence.

"You can't have sex for another three weeks."

Okay, not bad. But, that made no sense. First, she had to have her cast on for ten weeks, now she couldn't have sex for three weeks? She was okay with that, it just made no sense.

"Why?" She sighed and looked at her nails.

"Well, I, uh," the doctor didn't say anything. "Good-bye."

Definitely something going on. Definitely.

xxxx

She could finally take care of Aiden. Ashton was back, they were back in their condo, and everything was happy and normal. Until, until she got the phone call from her mother.

"You miscarried?! Didn't you just have a damn child?!" Her mother sounded angry.

Jenna was clueless. "What are you talking about? I haven't had sex since, well, the day Aiden was made." It baffled her.

"Well, I have your appointment papers right here! It says, 'Jenna Collins. Female age nineteen. Miscarriage at four weeks.' What the hell?!"

Jenna flinched at her mother's voice. She never was good with the yelling and violence. Only when it was necessary. It was not necessary.

"Mum, when did you get those papers? What's the date on them?" Jenna calmly spoke to her mum.

She heard papers shuffling. She heard her mother murmur then speak, "They said they found out your time of miscarriage two weeks ago!"

Jenna chuckled. "Mum, that makes six weeks. How can I have sex in the hospital? I was there for eight weeks, remember?"

"Oh, I'll get this settled out. Night dear!"

It was only two in the afternoon.

-A/N: #done #with #school. What does that make?! DONE WITH SCHOOL! I still have two regents things and then my sister's kindergarten graduation. Might not be another update for a few days.

Anyway, enjoy this, short, random, no good, filler of a chapter!

Love y'all!

xx-Tessa