Screwed

Chapter Eight

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He's speeding.

He shouldn't, he's always been a good driver and knows he shouldn't, he's always been good about following the laws (most laws that is) but, well, how could he not be speeding right now?

He glances over at Jade from the corner of his eye. She's clutching her belly, eyes closed, head pressed against the headrest. She's breathing steadily, in and out, in and out.

There's tears spilling from the corners of her eyes.

"Babe," his voice cracks, and he swallows the lump in his throat before he tries again, "Jade, talk to me."

The brunette swallows roughly before she turns her head toward him. "About what?" she asks, and Beck hates how weak her voice sounds.

"Anything," Beck tells her. When she doesn't say anything, Beck pushes, "How's Bade?"

Jade blinks her eyes open. "I think he knows," her eyes drift down to her stomach. "He keeps laying right down on my stomach."

"It would be cute, him and a baby. Imagine those pictures," Beck comments.

"If I have a baby."

"Jade," Beck says sternly.

"Just being realistic," she mutters.

Beck swallows the lump that forms in his throat as he reaches over and intertwines their fingers. "Everything is going to be fine Jade. I know it."
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Everything is going to be fine Jade.

How could he even say that?

How could he even think that?

It wasn't going to be okay, she was going to lose the baby, she knows it.

Because whenever something good happens to her, she loses it.

Not that this baby is a good thing.

Because having a baby at her age is not a good thing.

But it wasn't a bad thing.

Well it was, but it wasn't.

"Jade."

She snaps back into reality and looks toward him.

He squeezes her hand. "You're going to be okay. We're going to be okay. The baby," he pauses, his eyes drifting quickly to her belly back to the road, "the baby is going to be fine."

Jade doesn't say anything for the rest of the way.

When they get to the hospital, Beck is pressing his hand against her back, pushing her toward the reception.

The cramps haven't gone away, but they haven't gotten worst.

That's a good thing, right?

"Hi," Beck says, getting the receptionist attention, "my girlfriend, she's uh, well she's pregnant and she's bleeding. She needs to see a doctor."

The receptionist looks at them before turning her attention back to Beck. "Bleeding from where?"

Jade narrows her eyes. Is this lady a fucking idiot? "Where else would it be concerning for a pregnant woman to be bleeding from!?"

The woman narrows her eyes at her. "If you're pregnant you need to calm down. Especially if you think there's something wrong," the elder woman tells Jade, and Jade stiffens when she feels Beck's hand on hers, thumb stroking her skin, trying to calm her. The receptionist turns toward her computer, types something in and then turns toward Beck. "Take her to the sixth floor. There'll be a doctor waiting for her."