Picking The Pieces Back Up (IAFD Sequel)

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Darai's POV:

It has been a few months and things have been going great. Drew and I have been focused on the babies, and how our lives are going to be when they get here. He's been so focused on work, and I have been in and out of therapy.

I think therapy is truly helping, because I'm more outspoken than I used to be. I was finally taken off suicide watch and I wasn't being monitored all the time. Ever since I attempted to commit suicide, Drew put me on suicide watch. At first, I was pissed off and embarrassed. But, as time progressed I really understood that he only had my best interest at heart. He wanted me to be safe from other people and mysef. I'm very grateful for him and what he does for me.

Drew and I do not speak to either of our parents, and it has been the best decision we ever made. His father basically cut him out of the will and his mother was "heartbroken". My parents, well, couldn't have really cared less. That was until Drew took back all the money his parents gave to them. Now it is used as college funds for the kids. Life has been pretty good. There is no more added stress. Well, that is... Until now.

I was sitting here rubbing my swollen belly, holding Maria's hand while these contractions rip through me. My water had decided to break during my favorite episode of American Dad. Maria and Raul had to sprint me to the hospital, after I screeched that my wonderful children wanted to make an entrance.

I have been sitting here having contractions for about an hour now. Drew had left for work this morning, and decided that not answering his phone was a good idea. Maria called him, Raul called him, hell even the hospital called him! Not one answer. I was getting pissed off. Drew was going to miss the birth of his children that he put in me.

"Maria, can you please call Drew again? I can't give birth by myself, Maria. I can't." I whined to her for probably the 20th time. I just wanted Drew to be here, but he had other plans. 

"Oh, baby... I'll try again. I don't know how long those babies are willing to wait, though." She said, worried. I was so mad at Drew. He was supposed to be taking time off, anyways. Why did he go to the office today of all days?!

I simply nodded and closed my eyes. Stressing about this was not a good idea. I need to be strong for myself and my beautiful children waiting to come out. 

"Darai, honey. I got no answer..." Maria mumbled. I had enough of his games.

"Give me the phone, Maria. I'm going to reach him one way or another." I snapped. My mood was not the best right now.

I grabbed the phone from her hands, and dialed Drew's assistant. I know she knows where he is.

"Harrison Enterprises, this is Juliet speaking." His assistant answered.

"Juliet... This is Darai. Where is Drew?" I asked. 

"Oh, Mrs. Harrison! Mr. Harrison is in a meeting right now, can I take a message?" She said.

No. Get my damn husband. "Can you just get him? This is an emergency..." I tried to keep calm, but she was pissing me off. 

"Oh, I'm sorry. I cannot do that. He is in a very important meeting. I can take a message, though." 

Did this bitch not hear me when I said it was an emergency? 

"Juliet... Maybe I'm speaking French or something, but I'm pretty sure I just told you that this was an emergency. Now, go get my husband." Fuck being calm. This bitch let out the beast.

"I cannot do that, Mrs. Harrison. Now if yo-"

"If you don't go get my husband right now, I will not hesitate to come straight to that office and punch you in the fucking throat. In labor or not. If you don't want to get hurt, I suggest that you go get him. Now." I seethed.