The Lines

Chapter 4- He's Back.

It was the day after the ultrasound, Chris and I are going out to go shopping for baby supplies since we finally know the gender. We were currently debating and discussing names for my little baby boy. I smile down at my stomach at the thought of it all.

I felt Chris move his hand from my own hand to my seemingly ginormous bump. He smiled at my content at his actions. All too quickly we arrived at the shops. I sighed and attempted to get out, but being me I couldn't twist far enough to unlatch the seatbelt holding me in place.

I grumbled in annoyance as Chris chuckled at my predicament. Finally he unlocked me and I hopped down from the car to freedom. He gave me a warning worried look at my actions. I gave him a small smile in return, hoping he won't be angry at my sudden movement from the vehicle. He's been getting more and more protective over me and the baby lately.

Before I could ponder on that thought any longer, he drug me along inside the huge building. We went in to the first shop full of baby clothes and toys. By the end of our adventure there, it looked like we had bought out the whole store. We continued on our shopping journey until we physically couldn't carry anymore bags. And that was only clothes and some toys. We hadn't even gone to the furniture store to get the crib or change table or anything of the sort yet.

Chris stopped me from walking to speak. "How about you wait here while I go put these bags in the car." I laugh lightly at this and reply.

"Alright, You look like your going to collapse if you carry anything more." Since he really was carrying all the bags but two. And mine where incredibly light. He forbid me from carrying anything over 5 pounds. He says its 'bad for the baby'. I never minded though. It just means I can be lazy most the time.

Chris points to a bench by a fountain for me to wait on until he returns from the car. I nod and head over there. I sit down in peaceful silence. Just relaxing and rubbing my hand lightly over my baby bump. I hum lullabies to him, not caring if anyone around heard me. Everything was peaceful until I heard my name being called.

Thinking it was Chris calling me, I looked up with a big smile on my face, "back so soo-" my sentence was cut off by my shock when I saw who was in front of me. It wasn't Chris. It was him.  My breathing  stopped and I swear my heart did as well. I couldn't tear my eyes off of him and he stared back at me in curiosity.

I tore away from his gaze as I stood up (thankfully without too much struggle) and stared walking to the direction Chris's car was at. I was stopped by a hand on my wrist. I didn't dare look behind me, already knowing who the hand belonged to.

"Let go." I said in the most threatening voice I could. He didn't reply, he simply turned me to face him and looked down, deeply into my eyes. His expression was blank. I tried pulling away from his grasp but his grip only got tighter. This time when I looked up at him, he wasn't staring back into my eyes, but instead at something below me, then it clicked. He was staring at my stomach. Self contiguously, I covered my bump with my other arm, even though it covered practically nothing. I felt nervous, but mostly tense. I left everything to get away from him. Now he's standing here. In front of me. I was trying to debate whether or not I should tell him about my- I mean our baby. Just the thought of him being the father of my child gives me chills.

I was torn from my thoughts by his deep voice. "So this is where you went huh?" He sneered at me. This was the side of him I remembered. Him being the biggest asshole around. This is why, no matter the facts, he could never been the father of my child. "And they say I'm bad. At least I didn't knock some slut up." The irony almost had me laughing out loud, then what he called me sunk in. A slut? Me? I've only slept with one guy. Once. And look what the fuck happened, and who's to blame? This asshole on front of me. It's all his fault. Him and my stupid feelings, Which I'm convincing myself I'm over. "Did you hear me?" He scoffed. "Figures. God you weren't even a good lay. I don't know why I wasted my time on you." I wanted to slap the shit out of him and curse him for ever dare talking to me like that. But my hormones had a different plan. Instead of shouting. I cried. Like waterfalls, tears never stopped flowing. I couldn't stand to look at him. But I was stuck in his grip by his hand, which was increasing in pressure. I would have winced at the skin being bruised, but hid  it the best I could.

"What the hell do you think your doing?!" I look up to see a very pissed off Chris standing behind him. I would have smiled if I wasn't in this situation. He simply scoffed and finally let go of my hand. Which I instantly started rubbing, trying to soothe the ache.

"You must be him. The one who knocked the whore up." He sneered at me, then turned back to Chris.

Chris could barely control himself, his fists where clenched so hard I was surprised his knuckles hadn't ripped through his skin.

"And who the fuck are you? How dare you fucking talk to her like that!" Chris seethed at him. I could tell it was taking everything in him to hold back from smashing his face in.

Not wanting a fight to start, I grabbed Chris' hand and started walking towards the direction of the car. Not even a second later, he called after us

"Where are you goin now? Off to fuck that worthless piece of shit? I can only imagine how many STD's she's got. God your standards are so low man".

That's all it took for Chis to snap, he turned back and staked up to the asshole and punched him square in the face. He held him up and pressed him to the wall, he cut off his air by slamming his arm over his throat.

"Don't you ever say something like that about Kaitlin ever again. Unless you really have a death wish. I'm not the fucker that knocked her up. She's the most innocent girl I've ever met, there was only one guy she's ever loved and he did this to her! He just fucking left her to deal with a damn baby all on her fucking own." I knew he was angry and trying to defend me, he didn't know who this guy in front of him was. Panic washed over me as I saw some sort of emotions flash onto his face. Chris had already returned to my side, trying  to pull me into the direction of the exit, but I was glued in place. I was staring into his eyes and he was staring back into mine. He knew. There was no way he didn't put two and two together.

Finally my legs began working and I ran to the car. By the time I was there I thought I was just breathing hard from the sprinting. But no, the labored breathing never ceased. The world around me got blurry, soon I felt a presence behind me. I felt him hold me up,  I hadn't even noticed I started falling. I had an aching feeling in my chest. I couldn't focus on anything but the pain.

Finally after a long time of tears and labored breathing, I was able to look up at Chris. He asked if o was alright and I shakily nodded my head. I was just waiting for the pain in my chest to stop before I stood up. But it didn't. In fact, it only got worse. It got to the point when I was holding onto my stomach, trying to stop the pain. That's when I noticed something was wrong, because the pain that I thought was caused by an anxiety attack wasn't that at all. The pain I felt in my chest was actually in my stomach.

Panic flooded my mind as I looked at Chris with worry in my eyes . "The baby." I whispered with wide eyes. His eyes became worried as he quickly placed me into the car and speed off to the town's clinic. He rushed me into the emergency doors and ran up to the front desk asking for a doctor, telling them what had happened.

I was quickly rushed into a room with multiple wires and IV's hooked up to me. I was freaking out. I grabbed onto a nearby nurses arm, pleading to know what was going on. She looked at me with pity filled eyes and said,

"Well we don't know for sure, but your panic attack could have caused to much stress on your body. Sometimes when a stressful situation happens, especially to the degree of panic attacks, miscarriages are common." My breath stopped in my lungs. Seeing my reaction she added on "that's why we are checking, we are trying everything we can to keep your and your baby's levels stable." She continued talking but I completely zoned out. I couldn't wrap my head around it.

My baby...

Could be gone....

Forever....

That thought alone sent my head into a spiral until finally darkness over took me.

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Sorry for all the drama. And I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long, I just feel like this story isn't too good, so if you do enjoy it and you want me to keep updating, please comment that you want me to keep up updating. Thank you so much for reading!