Why Don't We Imagines

Jack Avery - Complicated Part 2

After long months of being pregnant, your bump grew and grew. Jack tried once after that doctors appointment to talk to you, only once and you couldn't because you had to take your son to your mom who was only in town for a short while. He hadn't even bothered with his own child, let alone you.

"Y/N's ready to pop that baby out soon." Christina announced to her Snapchat, recording the light baby kicks. And she was right, because within half an hour, you were back at the hospital, water broken and contractions coming in fast.

"Okay sweetheart breathe." You thanked the lord your mom was next to you. But with all the hormones and emotions, there was one person who wasn't there.

"Christina take Theo to grab a drink. He's not gonna want to see his momma bear in pain." Your mom told her and she nodded, placing the toddler on her hip and walking out.

"I feel more pain than the last baby." You screamed as another contraction hit. Your midwife was writing things on her clipboard.

"Y/N honey, from a scale of one to ten..." She began but you already knew what the question was going to be.

"TEN BILLION!" You cried out, tears forming in your eyes.

"Well it looks as though you're ready to push." She smiled enthusiastically and as much as you loved her, you wanted to punch her in the face.

"Thank god!" Your mom wiped away stray tears and then the door bursted open, and in cake Jack and his mom.

"I'm here." Jack rushed over to you, out of breath.

"Nobody asked you to be." You snapped, taking in the gas and air. A look of hurt spread across his face so Kristin took ahold of your other hand while he watched. After ten, painful minutes of pushing, baby cries echoed the room.

"She's here, you did it Y/N." Your mom started crying as they wiped the blood off of your baby.

"I know you hate me Y/N and I'm sorry I haven't been there, what so ever. But please can I try again?" Jack pleaded, slightly emotional that he now had a daughter.

"Once a week." You muttered, slightly out of it.

"What do you mean?" Jack asked. The nurse handed you your baby and you cradled her close.

"Once a week, every Wednesday, you drop by the house, and you see your kids. Baby steps Jack. I've pretty much done this parenting thing on my own for the past nine months." You told him, but he was satisfied. All he wanted was his kids, but he couldn't admit that his feelings for you had never changed.