Baby Bieber

Chapter 2

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Its the end of a storm outside. The pitter-patter on the roof sounds of the remaining rain. I couldn't sleep. Not one bit. Storms were my weakness. There was something about the flash of lightening, the rumble of thunder and the whipping of the wind and rain that made my heart race with anxiety. I don't know what time I finally fall asleep, but I'm over taken by a night-terror.

I'm running. Running through a dark forest in nothing but a silk nightgown with blood splatters on it. I can hear the crunching of numerous feet racing after me, calling my name to come back, but I refuse. A cry leaves my mouth as my foot gets caught on a root sticking out and I fall to the leaf covered ground. His devilish laugh echoes in my ears as he approaches me, axe in hand. Slowly, he raises it, his eyes glowing in the striking lightening just before-

I jerk awake in the dead of night. The clock reads 4:03 am. Great. I think to myself as I drop myself back down on my pillow. A quick pain runs through my body but then goes disappears as fast as it came. I go to shut my eyes, thinking it was just his kicking when I feel it. The sticky wetness between my legs. My eyes snap back open and my hand goes to my stomach as another quick, sharp pain bursts in my abdomen. "No...no no no." I whispered, trying to force back tears. I reached between my legs, feeling the wetness with my fingers before slowly bringing it up towards my face to get a good look at it. In the moonlight, I see the shine of blood on the tips of my fingers and I lose it.

"MOM!!!" I yell loudly, holding my stomach tighter as i force back tears. This isn't happening. I cant lose him. This wasn't suppose to happen. He was supposed to be healthy!

At my 21st week, my doctor put me on bed rest due to a blood clot. My mother and step father moved me in their home to take care of me and help with the baby when he arrived. Another pain sliced through me, causing me to yell again.

This time, I could hear my mom scrambling to get to me. My door flew open and my wild haired mother flipped on the lights. Her wide eyes looked from me to the deep red blood on the bed.

"SAM! Get the car ready!" Was all she said before rushing over to my closet. She pulled out the diaper bag I had prepared a week ago just incase and then a new pair of sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt.

"Here honey, we need to get you changed fast. Remember to breathe, in and out." I nodded and yanked my nightgown off, taking the sweatshirt and tugging it over my head before swinging my legs over the side of the bed. She put my feet in the legs of the pants and helped me off the bed so I could pull them up. She then grabbed a pair of slippers and I shoved my feet into them before we headed out the door.

Thankfully, my old bedroom had been on the ground floor so going down stairs was not a problem. We moved as fast as we could, pain, like knives being stabbed into my stomach, was shooting up my spine but I had to get to the hospital.

Sam got out of the car and without hesitation, swept me off my feet, placing me in the back with my mom following right behind me to clutch my hand.

What was a short time to the hospital, seemed like ages with all the pain. I prayed that my little man was okay and healthy. I didn't know what I would do if I lost him, I couldn't bare the thought. I was rushed into the emergency room, my parents having to be left behind as I was quickly scheduled for an emergency C-Section.

AFTER THE BIRTH

I don't know how long I was knocked out for, but when I woke, the first thing I heard was the soft cries of my little boy. My little Jordan was alive and breathing and okay.

"Jordan." I croaked out and pushed myself up to look around. My eyes landed on the empty hospital cradle and my heart beat picked up. Had I imagined it?