One Hundred Sleepless Nights (Kellic Mpreg)

Chapter 17

"It's a boy." Dr. Ashby told us. My eyes went wide and so did my smile.

Vic smiled and stuck his tongue out at me like a little kid. "I told you!" He teased.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." I smiled.

"I don't care as long as he's okay, and healthy.. As healthy as he can be with his disease." I sighed.

Dr. Ashby gave me a warning look like he was telling me telepathically that I needed to stay calm. I took a few breaths as he handed me some of the pictures of the ultrasound.

"There you are." He said with a smile.

"Thanks." I nodded and got off the table after he cleaned the gel off my tummy. I stood beside Vic, smiling like an idiot.

Today was the day he'd start painting the nursery a baby blue color. I wish I could help, but I knew it was bad. Vic assured me that I could help with anything else involving the nursery, as long as it didn't involve lifting anything heavy. He was so sweet, looking out for me and the baby like that.

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I walked into the nursery that Vic was currently painting and it wasn't long before he was trying to shoo me out.

"You shouldn't be in here, Kellin. Not yet. The paint is still wet." He said. I pouted.

"But I missed you." I whined, causing him to smile.

"I'll be out when I finish this wall, it's almost done." I sighed at him and nodded.

"I think I'm gonna make some tuna for lunch." I said.

"Okay, be careful." He told me before I reluctantly made my way to the kitchen to start on lunch.

I looked for the ingredients and realized we were out of mayonnaise, I'd have to go to the store.

I told Vic where I was going but he insisted that I wait for him. I told him I would be fine though and talked him into letting me go. He eventually gave in, giving me a kiss before I left.

Once I was out of the store, I put the groceries in the car. I also ended up getting ice cream and a bunch of other junk food that I was craving.
I was carrying another life inside me, I deserved that at the least.

Once I closed the door I was shoved into the car, not gently might I add. My stomach was the first thing to hit the dirty metal that was the body of my car. I let out a groan and turned to see who it was. "What the fuck??" I looked at him. "Why would you do that? Who are you!?"

He stared me down with a harsh look on his face. "You made my brother kill himself." He said.

My eyes went wide. Oh, fuck no. Was this ever going to end?

"I'm sorry, okay? Please, just please don't hurt me or the baby." I sniffed.

His expression faltered when he realized what he was doing.

"Oh, god, I'm sorry." He sighed. "I just don't know what to do with myself now that Jaime is gone."

"That doesn't give you the right to hurt me," I mumbled.

"Just.. Stay out of my way or you're gonna be six feet under along with him." He said. I panicked and got in my car, starting it and hurrying home.
I didn't feel out of the ordinary, I didn't feel like I was in any extra pain, so I didn't think I'd have to get checked out by a doctor. I should be fine. I took the bags in and put the food away before calling for Vic.

"Vic?"

I didn't get an answer. My stomach churned, something wasn't right.

"V-Vic?" I called again as I walked toward the nursery.

My eyes went wide as I stumbled upon Vic's body. He had multiple stab wounds in his torso and I panicked, checking for his pulse.

He was still alive, so I called 911 and told them to come get Vic. They told me to put pressure on the wounds to stop the bleeding from getting out of control.

I couldn't help but cry as I did. Who was after us now? Did it have to do with Jaime's brother? Were people after us now? I was so scared. I didn't feel safe in the slightest.

When the ambulance arrived, they took Vic out on a gurney and they took him to the hospital. They let me ride in the back as they worked on him, keeping him stable and stopping the bleeding.

When we got to the hospital he was rushed into surgery, they stitched his wounds and kept him stable before they let me see him. I sat in the chair beside the hospital bed, holding his hand in my own.

"Oh, Vic. I know you can pull through," I whispered to his unconscious body. Could he hear me?

"Think about our baby boy, our family. You have to be okay.." I whined.

I was hoping he would survive this, not only that but he was stabbed in the front, so maybe he saw the attacker. Maybe we can figure out who it is and solve this problem once and for all.

I'm starting to fear that my family is never going to be safe. Will they?

"I love you," I whispered to him. It was true, I really did love him, even if he didn't feel the same. If he was on his death bed then I at least had to let him know how I felt.

I watched him, refusing to leave his side. The doctors didn't bother to try to get me to leave after visiting hours were up, they knew I wouldn't go without a fight. I'm guessing they also felt bed because of the situation I was in.

They probably didn't want to stress me out more than I am.

I laid my head on the bed, closing my eyes. I didn't let go of Vic's hand for a second.

After a while my back started to hurt worse then usual, probably because my posture was shit at the moment. I sat up and winced as the pain went up my spine.