The Baby (bump) Blues [FINISHED]

The Baby Blues (Part 1)

The First Day-

~Chey's POV~ "Sit down in that wheel chair or I'll make you sit." Libby ordered. I scowled at her but obeyed. I wrapped my blanket around my body and sat down, cursing under my breath. Jamie picked up the car seat that contained Hayden.

"Time to go home sweetie." Jamie crooned to her, I smiled. Libby started pushing me. "I can't wait to get a shower!" She enthused. "And some real food." "I can't wait to sleep in a bed again." I said. "My bed." I looked up at Jamie and smiled; he smiled back.

As Libby pushed me down the hospital hallway and out into the parking lot I thought about how awkward the previous night had been. David had shown up to meet his new daughter, and even though I was angry at him, I admired his courage to come. He had crawled into bed with me, holding our little Hayden, and wrapped his arm around me.

I remember feeling so at peace and comfortable, and then I had looked up at Jamie, standing in the doorway, watching us. Libby had whispered something to him causing his jaw to flex. Had he been mad? I remembered how I had felt that time when I had seen Jamie with that guy from collage and thought they were together. I had been...jealous. I ground my teeth together, rubbing my temple with my hand, and stole sideways glances at Jamie, who looked so at home carrying that car seat. Why was I feeling like this? Jamie was unattainable, untouchable, I had confirmed that in middle school when I had had that petty crush on him.

I know why I'm feeling this, I thought to myself. It's because he's been there, I'm imagining there is something going on between us because he has been the one by my side, supporting me through my whole pregnancy...hell, he'd been there when my mom got sick, when she went into the coma, when my dad died, when I wasn't very pleasant to be around. I smiled to myself.

"Why are you smiling?" Jamie asked. I shrugged, "Nothing, I'm just happy." I lied. The automatic doors opened and Libby pushed me out into the parking lot; my Impala was waiting there for us, David leaning against the passengers door. He smiled at me and then glanced over at Jamie; I looked up at Jamie and saw that he was frowning, Libby came to the rescue. "Here Jamie, give me Hayden, and you help Cheyenne get into the car." Jamie handed Hayden's car seat over to Libby and came over to me. "Are you in need of service?" He asked me, being the dork he is. I rolled my eyes at him and grabbed his arm, hoisting myself up. "I'm assuming you want to sit in the back." He said, I nodded.

David watched us, as an unparticipating viewer, and ground his teeth together. Jamie waited until Libby has fastened the car seat securely before leading me to the back. "Do you want me to drive?" Jamie asked, lifting me up and gently putting me on the seat next to the car seat. "I'll drive." David said, catching me off guard. "I drove home and took a cab back." He informed us. "Shot gun." Libby added, crawling into the front passengers seat. Jamie smiled, a wicked kind of smile, "Well, I took a cab here too, so...it looks like I'll be riding back here with you." He said to me, crawling in next to me and wrapping his arms around me. I saw him give David a look. David ignored him and walked around to the driver's door.

Nobody talked, much, on the ride home. Jamie held me close to him, whispering in my ear how beautiful my daughter was, and how proud of me he was. Hayden slept, as expected of a newborn, peacefully, making gurgling noises every once in a while; but Libby and David never said a word. I would have asked if something was wrong, but I was honestly too tired to care. I was still sore, from popping out an eight pound baby, and I was hungry, because I had refused to eat the hospital food. Caring about the tension in the air was one of my least priorities.

Libby guided David into my house when we got near, and I saw his eyes widen taking it in. I tried to think if David had ever come over before, and realized he hadn't, this would be a first for him. A blue Toyota Camry was parked in my driveway next to Kelsie's familiar Jaguar. "Who is that?" Libby asked, curious. "Mr. Patel." I answered, craning my neck up to try and see if he was waiting outside for me; he wasn't. "I wonder what he's doing here." David said, looking back at me in the rearview mirror, he smiled again. I half-way smiled back and saw the hurt in his blue eyes. I swallowed a lump of rising anger by reminding myself that I had a child to care for.