I'm Glad You're With Me (JB INSTAGRAM STORY)

One Hundred Thirty Two.

*Lila's P.O.V*

As Gigi was on the phone with Scooter, I felt a sharp pain go through my lower abdomen. I screamed because I couldn't handle the pain.

"Lila? Are you okay? Oh my god," Cara said as she put a hand on my back. Another pain shot through me and I couldn't handle it.

"Uh... Scooter... I think the baby's coming," I heard Gigi say as she hung up the phone.

"Gigi..." I said, as I held my stomach.

"Don't talk, we're gonna get you to the hospital. Cara, you're stronger than me," she says as she starts to get everything ready.

"I'll get her to the car," Cara said, as she scooped me up.

"I-It's too early for this, guys. I-I'm d-due in another couple of weeks- Ow!" I yelled.

"We're gonna get you to the hospital and see what's going on, Lila, just breathe, please," Cara exclaims, as she rushes me to the car, and puts me in the backseat.

I see Gigi rush out of the house and fumbles with her keys. She's on the phone with someone.

She opens the door to the drivers side and gets in, along with Cara sitting at the back with me.

"Justin, she's gonna be okay," Gigi says, handing the phone to Cara.

"Is that J-Jay?" I groaned. Cara nods.

"Justin relax!" She yells, which makes me laugh because Cara thinks everyone is dramatic apart from herself. "You can't talk to her right now, she's in pain!"

Her accent making the whole situation even more funny. Cara rolls her eyes and puts the phone against my ear.

"H-Hello?" I said.

"B-baby. Lila, tell me you're okay, oh my god, I'm freaking the fuck out!" Justin cries on the other end.

"I don't know what's going on," I said, trying to breathe, as I hold my tummy.

"I'm on my way to the hospital right now with Scooter. There's so many paps, I look like a mess right now," he chuckled. I heard him sniffle. "Get the fuck out of the way!"

"J-Jay, please calm down," I said.

"These fucking paparazzi won't get the fuck out of the way," he complained. "You're not gonna get a different photo! Get the fuck out of the way!"

"Justin," I said.

"Lila, please be okay, I can't lose you, I can't lose the baby again, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault, I'm-"

"Don't blame yourself, babe, it's not just your fault, please don't blame yourself," I said. I groaned because it hurt too much.

"We're almost there, Lila, please hang in there," Gigi said, as she took a turn.

"Oh god," I breathed.

"Baby!" Justin yelled.

"Justin, I'm right here,"

"Stay on the line, please," he begged. "Scooter just fucking run them over, I don't give a fuck!"

"Justin, be careful, I don't need to have this baby tonight but also have you go to jail!" I yelled. Justin sniffled again, and I heard the engine to his car run smoothly, meaning they were able to get out of the driveway safely.

"We're on our way, baby, I love you," Justin's voice cracking at the end of his sentence.

"Lila, we're here, hand me the phone for a sec," Gigi says, getting out of the car and coming to my side and opening the door. I hand her the phone and I try my best to get up so Cara can carry me.

"Justin, we're at the hospital right now, let me know when you get here and I'll come save you from the mob that's about to happen," she says. I glance over at the entrance and there were already paparazzi surrounding it.

Gigi hangs up the phone and comes to help Cara.

"Out of the way, guys, let us walk please!" Gigi screams over the camera clicks. Cara uses her hands to cover my face. A paparazzi bumps into Cara by accident, and she turns around.

"Do you not see I'm holding a fucking pregnant woman that's about to give birth? Show some fucking respect!" She snaps at them.