•Incubus *IN EDITING*

XVII

SALLYS POV:
   I've been without Raph for about 4 months now. My stomach is very, very large as well. I'm about 7 months pregnant as of my last appointment.  I'm having a little boy. I decided to name him Jonathan Raphael, after his father, and mine.
      I met this boy. His name is Evan. His hair is the color of rust, and he is covered in tons of small dots; freckles. He's very cute, but not as cute as Raphael. I met him at the park, while reading under the apple tree. I told him the circumstances, and he completely accepts me. And I accept him.
    He offered me anything I needed. He cane from a small town in Maine. I believe it was called Eastport, but I'm not positive. He said it was always cold there. Nothing like here, in sunny Mobile, Alabama. "It does get a little chilly sometimes, but not like in Eastport." He said. I think I kinda fell for him. Maybe. Just a little. He made me forget about Raphael. He didn't fill the void, though.

     As the days when on, I fell more and more in love with Evan. He began to fall for me, too. I didn't want to tell him about Raphael, or tell Raphael about him. They couldn't know about each other. I would be caught in the middle of that. Obviously he can see that I'm pregnant, but he doesn't ask many questions about it. I think he's began to care for Jonathan, too. He's offered me anything I needed. He buys me dinner sometimes, but that's it.
He offered me a home, and I took the chance. June would come home drugged half of the time. I couldn't do that to my baby. I wanted so badly to go back to Raphael, but he won't take me back. After everything I've done ...

I was approaching my due-date, and I started to worry. I'm afraid of many things. Complications, Evan leaving, Raphael coming. Jeez I don't know. I'm worried for nothing. At least, I hope nothing.
Evan promised me he wouldn't leave. I know he will, eventually. Everyone does. My stomach is quite large, and I'm about 30 weeks. I don't have that long to go. I'm so excited to hold my baby in my arms.
Evans still here, supporting me. I love him honestly. He asked me out the other day. I said yes. He's what I need in life. I did think the same about raph, though. I still love him very much, though.

34 weeks. I can go into labor at any moment now. I'm frightened, but happy at the same time. The hospital said I might have to go in today, so I'm going there now.
I put on a nice little dress, and I drove to the hospital. They told me that I had to have this baby. I panicked. Evan wasn't with me and he needed to be here for the birth. I grabbed my phone from my bag very frantically. I called Evan. He answered on the first ring.
"Come to the hospital. I'm having this baby."
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