Saved by the Bad Boy

Chapter 30

I scrub the dishes, humming to my self and leaning over my huge belly to get more dirty dishes. It's been a few days since we broke out and the D.E.A.D. was compromised. Everyone was arrested and put on trial. Einar, Anne, Jacob and I moved to live with Connie in Canada. I want to contact my parents and my brother but I want to settle for a while before I call them. My due date is in a little over a month and I'm getting really excited. But boy this boy kicks a ton. I went to the doctor's a few days ago and they cleared me with a clean bill of health. I've been beyond pampered here by everyone and they're all so worried about me. I hum the lyrics to Mercy and smile when two strong arms wrap around my shoulders. He sways with Mr joining in on my humming. I turn around and he smiles down at me.

"How is my wife." Einar has been calling me wife a lot, and been super happy. I grin.

"Beyond happy. And our little boy is aching to get our by kicking me." He chuckles.

"Well he can't wait to see his mommy. After all you are the most beautiful sight to see." My face explodes in a blush and I hang a hand on my belly. He kisses my nose, "I love it when you blush." I giggle a little bit and my grin widens. My it falls when I hunch over in pain.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" I take deep breaths and look up at him, "Is he coming?" I look down, the water on the floor could answer that question.

-

Four hours later I'm in a hospital bed with my beautiful baby boy in my arms. He came out a perfect, brown haired, brown eyed little boy. He was premature and 7 pounds. He was tiny but perfect. His face is relaxed and he's fast sleeping. I rub my finger softly on his super soft cheeks. I hold him close to me my heart exploding with love for him. I've never felt so protective over someone before. I place a light kiss on his forehead. I fix his cute little white hat and pull his blanket around him tighter. Einar gazes at him and I smile up at him. He has love and admiration in his eyes. I put a hand on his cheek and he smiles at me.

"So, what's his name?" Einar asks and I sigh.

"I don't know, I've thought about so many but none of them seem to work."

"What about a relative's name?" I laugh.

"Why don't you come up with one if you want to name him right now?" He sits next to me on the hospital bed and I scoot over to make room for him. He puts a hand over mine cradling our little boy.

"Well, I was thinking something along the lines of Brady, Darick, maybe Nathan." I look at the adorable little boy in my arm as his eyes flutter open to reveal his beautiful brown eyes matching to his father. I shake my head.

"No, those aren't quiet right." He nods.

"Well what about Jessie, or-"

"Yes, Jessie, I heard it means gift." He smiles.

"That's perfect." My baby Jessie looks at us with big brown eyes. I smile at him and the corner of his mouth pulls up into a smirk. I look at Einar.

"He has your smirk." He kisses me.

"Yea, he's his father's son. Except he has your beauty." I blush and shove him playfully. I gaze at him. How could I be blessed with such a wonderful family. I lean against Einar and my eyes flutter close.

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I groan as I hear the cries. I roll over in bed and poke Einar's body form.

"Can you deal with him I just feed him an hour ago?" He groans and slowly gets out of bed. I turn over in bed and try to fall asleep even with the cries of Jessie. It's been a week since Jessie was born and I'm exhausted. He cries a ton during the night and I have to wake up several times to feed him. I feel really bad for Connie who hasn't gotten much sleep for the past few days. We're trying to get a house of our own but Einar so far has found no luck in finding one. We've only been here a few days and I know it takes time to find a job. I'm worried that I might have to get a job and leave poor Jessie in the hands of a sitter. I don't want to do that, I love him more than anything and don't trust him with anyone else. And I don't if anyone could handle him. His favorite thing to do is cry, oh boy dies he cry. Sometimes I think he just likes to make noise. But he's crying constantly and I constantly have to hold him and my arms are so tired during the day. I have to hold while doing the landry, doing dishes, picking up clothes that Einar likes to just thrown on the floor. I love him to death but sometimes he does the little things that make more work for me. A few minutes later I feel Einar's arms wrap around my waist and pull me into his body. I look up at him and he gives me a devilish smirk. But I love him anyways.

"Honey, have you called your parents yet?" I groan at his question, "Om going to take that for a no. Cali, you need to call them. They deserve to know that you're okay." I sigh and his words soak in.

"I know, I know. It's just...hard."

"I understand, but you still need to suck it up and do it." I gasp and slap his arm. He chuckles and leans over and kisses me. Even after more than a year with him his kiss still ignites fireworks in me. Chills go through my spine and I pull him closer. I don't think I can ever get tired of his kisses.