My Best Friends Daddy

Chapter Seven

Pic of the twins above^^^^

Three and 1/2 months later...

Its been a few months since I got out of the hospital, and in those few months, my stomach has gotten a lot bigger and mine and Jordan's relationship has kind of gone down hill. Nearly every night we have a screaming match. And nearly every night, Jordan sleeps in one of the spare rooms because he can't stand to be near me, and most nights I cry myself to sleep. Okay, our relationship has gone down hill majorly.
When you picture your life with the love of your life, you don't see them walking out on you to go to their ex-wife because she needs him and I can't count how many times he has done that or just gone to the pub to get away from me.  I've pretty much given up on our relationship and so has Jordan. Hell, even Sofia has.

As I'm vacuuming the lounge room (don't ask me why, I think I'm nesting), I'm thinking about all the good times we had. Well, that is until the vacuum picks up something it can't swallow. I pull the vacuum out from under the couch and gape at what I find dangling there.
A black g-string that is definitely  not mine.  I look at Sofia in question and feel my heart pretty much break as she shakes her head.
"I can't wear them because they chafe", she tells me. TMI. 
"Jordan!!!", I yell.
"What?!", he yells back.
"Get your arse down here!", I scream. I hear his steel caps stomp down the stairs and look at him as he rounds the corner.
"Yeah?", he asks impatiently.
"What are these?", I ask.
"Underwear", Jordan tells me like I'm dumb.
"Who's?", I ask
"I don't know, yours?", he says, turning around to go back upstairs.
"Jordan, I don't wear g-strings. Never have, never will. Are you cheating on me?", I feel like I'm gonna cry.
"For fuck sakes, why do you always assume I'm cheating on you?", he says, getting defensive.
"I don't have to assume today, because I don't wear these and neither does Sofia. C'mon, just tell. I won't be mad, promise", I say, deceptively calm.
"Yes, I'm fucking someone else, alright?! Your fat arse just ain't doing it for me anymore. I found someone my own age to fuck. I never wanted to get married again or have more kids! But then I got stuck with you and I only kept coming back because of how easy of a fuck your were. And you weren't my only side piece while I was with Marlene. Hell, I'm still seeing most of them. You aren't special and you certainly don't mean anything to me!", Jordan yells. I start crying, sobs ripping through my body. I collapse to the floor and hear Sofia yelling at Jordan to get out as I curl up on my side and cry. I feel like my heart was just ripped from my chest.
When all is quiet, the only noise my sobs, I finally notice the wetness between my legs. I look down and see blood. Next comes the pain.
"Sofia, look!", I exclaim, pointing. Sofia gaps and quickly grabs her phone. I can hear her talking in the distance, but can't hear what's she's saying as I cling to consciousness.
Then everything goes black...

Sofia's POV...

When Eden points at her bloody crotch, I spring into action, calling an ambulance. Knowing dads still outside, I run to the door, I run to the door and motion him in. He must notice the worried and concerned expression on my face because he runs to me and through the doorway in less than ten seconds. I've never seen him run that fast. Dad bolts into the house and stops short when he sees Eden, but quickly runs to her and kneels next to her still form, looking devastated. This is his fault and he knows it. If he would've just told her the truth about the damn g-string, this wouldn't be happening right now.

Jordan's POV...

When Sofia makes me come back into the house, I could've never comprehended this is what had her so worried. I have never felt so damn guilty in my entire life. Maybe I don't deserve happiness. Maybe I deserve to be the lonely old man who gets the occasional visit from his kids. That's what will probably happen anyway if I don't get my head out of my arse.