Call Me Daddy 3

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5:16 p.m

"Okay Emily," Dr. Palmer re-enters our hospital room for the hundredth time. We've been here since 12:45 and I'm still not in labor, they just have the baby on a heart monitor, "you've been here for four hours now so we are going to go ahead and break your water."

"Is it going to hurt?" I immediately ask.

"It will but afterwards it'll feel like relief until contractions kick in and you know what that's like."

"Yeah..." I sigh and sit back. He put my legs up in birthing position and took at least a foot long thin stick that had a hook on the end and stuck it up me. I felt a tug in my belly and realized that he was tearing my water with the hook to 'break my water'.

When he popped it, I throw my head back and groan - pain isn't really my thing.

He lifts my hospital robe up and feels on my stomach before pushing down slightly to move things around and get it going, "did you use to have a belly button piercing?"

Nodding my head, I look at Jason out of the corner of my eye and see him smirking.

"I can tell," Dr. Palmer laughs and washes his hands, "okay, you will start dilating soon. Feel free to call me in here for anything."

"Thank you," I groan out and rest my hands on my stomach.

"Are you okay baby?" Jason whispers and runs his fingertips through my hair.

I nod my head and speak, "can you hand me my phone?"

"Of course," Jason gives me my phone and I dial the familiar phone number that was in my contacts.

"Hello?" He speaks.

"Damien?" I look at Jason and see him roll his eyes with a frown and lean back in his chair.

"Yeah," he sounds tired.

"I'm...in labor," I speak and groan at the same time.

"What?! You're only eight months pregnant!"

"Yeah well...they broke my water. Do you wanna come or not 'cause I'm not in the mood for this."

"Is Jason gonna be in the room?"

"Of course."

"Emily...it's not his baby-"

"I don't care he's gonna be in the room no matter what," this makes Jason smirk.

"Fine," Damien groans in exaggeration, "I'm coming."

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6:20 p.m

"Mrs. McCann, you have a visitor," my nurse cracked the door open and smiled.

I nod and peek at Jason to see him roll his eyes and cross his arms. When the door opened more, Jason stood up and grabbed my hand to show that he'd be the one comforting me through this.

I wouldn't want anyone else at this moment, Jason.

"Hey," Damien awkwardly walks in and  walks to the opposite side of my bed that Jason is on.

"Hi," I smile to ease things up and groan again when a contraction hits me.

"Wow," Damien let's out a deep breath, "I've never been in a room with a girl giving birth."

"Yeah well I have......three times," Jason states in a matter of fact tone.

"Jason..."

"Yeah? Well this is my child so you shouldn't even be in here," Damien pours fuel on the fire.

"Fuck you, you motherfucker! I'm her husband so I deserve to be in here way more than you do."

"Too bad she had to go and get it somewhere else."

"You fucking brainwashed her-"

"No - I - didn't!"

"She fucking told me herself so how about you stop lying-"

"Think about how many times she's lied to you, then consider what I'm trying to tell you."

That shut Jason up. Fuck.

"Can you guys shut the fuck up and stop fighting, please? I'm kinda in severe pain. Thank you," I spat.

"Sorry baby," Jason leans down and kisses my lips. C'mon babe, you're better than that. You don't need to prove yourself.

"Legs up," Dr. Palmer walks in after another hour and checks what I'm at, "time to push."

He washes his hands and gets his whole birth team in the room, pushing Damien over beside of Jason where they both stood awkwardly - the only difference is Jason is comforting me and holding my hand.

Jason's POV

When Audrey was pulled out and placed on Emily's stomach, I shook my head. This isn't Damien's baby. She doesn't even have a hint of black in her. But she doesn't look like me...who else has she slept with?

"Jason, would you like to cut the cord?" Dr. Palmer smiles at me jus like every other time we've been in this position.

I gulp and look at Damien out of the corner of my eyes. If he speaks up I'm gonna punch him right in the fucking throat. My anger is barely controlled right now. Maybe I shouldn't be in here.

Instead of walking out, I grab the scissors and step forward, clipping the cord and going back to holding Emily's hand. This has defiantly been her worse birth.

What the fuck? Who's baby is this? I can't get it out of my head. Did she sleep with more than one guy?

Don't show your weakness in front of him, Jason. Stay strong and show him who Emily belongs too.

Never mind being strong - I'm broken inside.

"I need to step out for a minute," my raspy voice speaks up. I shake my head and walk out and head towards the exit of the hospital while tears run down my cheeks and I pull out my phone.

"Ryan?" I cry into the phone.

"How's it going bro?"

"I can't do this..." My voice is a whisper, "I'm completely broken. She brok-e me."

"I'm sorry man. I wish there was something to say to help you feel better but..."

"Did you sleep with her, Ryan?"

"What? Jason what're you-"

"Please don't lie to me bro, I can't take anymore lies. Did you sleep with Emily?"

"Bro, that's crazy! Why would you even ask me that?!"

"Because Audrey looks like you."

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