Please Don't Forget Me (No.3) (WHY DON'T WE FANFIC)

Chapter 29

Please Don't Forget Me...
Chapter 29

(Sammy's POV)
"I think my water just broke." I said, out of breath. I could feel a slow trickle of some type of liquid absorbing into my underwear, making it feel like I just peed myself.
"We need to get out of here!" Jack yelled, banging on the cold elevator doors. With all the crying and truth telling, I had completely forgotten that we were stuck 37 story's above the ground. 
"HELP!" I yelled, waddling over to the button panel while Jack was trying to pry open the door with the tips of his fingers. I pressed the emergency button again and held it down.
"HELP US!" I yelled into the wall.
"Hello?" A voice yelled back through speaker dots that were in the panel.
"Hello? Please help us we are trapped in the elevator!" I replied, getting struck by another pain in my side.
"Help is on its way, we are trying to pull the carriage up to the 38th floor now." The voice calmly said back.
"Okay Okay thankyou, and please hurry! I think I'm going into labor, Ahhh." I winced, grabbing my stomach, dropping to the floor.
"Oh my god Sammy are you alright, what's happening?" Jack asked, rushing to my side.
"Ahhh—" I hissed though my gritted teeth.
"I keep getting sharp pains in my sides."
Jack looked at my screwed up face before a wave of realisation appeared on his.
"Sammy they aren't just sharp pains." He said, staring at me, wide eyed. "You're having contractions."
"What?" I asked, dumbfounded. "But I'm not due until next week."
"I guess they decided to come early." He smiled, holding my hand in his.
"Do you know the genders yet?" He asked, holding his other hand up to my face, stroking the side of my head and hair.
"No." I replied. "Only Noah does."
His eyes dropped from mine, and his smile disappeared.
"What's the story with you and Noah?" He asked, still looking at the floor.
"We're just friends." I reassured him. I knew he thought that something happened between us, but nothing ever did. "I met him on the plane the day I found out I was pregnant... when I left you." I began. "I was seated next to him and his brother Alex. They looked friendly so we stared a conversation. Noah told me all about his life at home, the death of his mother. It was really hard to listen too, and I knew it upset him a lot. Alex told me how he wanted to be a movie director and make a name for himself in Hollywood, he was extremely passionate too, reading books about the film industry, I could tell he was going places. Now he's actually back in LA, assistant directing the new Zac Efron movie."
"That's so cool." Jack smiled.
"That's exactly what I said." I smiled back.
"Noah has been with me my entire pregnancy. He offered me a place to live, which is why I'm in here right now, we live on the top floor. He gave me everything I needed to keep myself and the babies happy, he was there when I got told I was having twins, he helped me keep my pregnancy a secret. He is my best friend, that's it. Nothing ever happened between us, and I want you to know that." I whispered, watching Jacks face. I expected him to be happy. Happy that I didn't mess around with Noah, but it was the complete opposite. His head still hung low, so low I couldn't see his eyes. I heard him sniffle, and something fell from his face, onto the floor.
"Jack?" I said, lifting his chin up with my thumb and finger. His eyes were red, and tears were falling out of his eyes.
"Baby what's wrong." I whispered, a concerned look on my face. I had completely forgotten about my contractions, the pain didn't matter at this point in time. I held his cheeks in my hands, wiping away lines of tears with my thumbs.
"I understand if you want Noah to be the father." He whispered back, his voice raspy and thick. Complete shock wiped over my face, was he crazy?
"What are you talking about?" I questioned.
"I don't want Noah to be the father, you are!" I softly yelled.
"How can I be a Dad, when I wasn't even supporting you though the pregnancy?" he softly yelled back.
"Do not blame yourself for this!" I shouted.
"It was my fault! I left YOU, I was scared, this isn't your fault!"
"Yeah well it feels like it!" He shouted back.
My face fell into a frown.
"What do you mean?" I said, my voice normal.
"It is my fault." He said, his voice a whisper.
"If you thought that I would get angry at you for being pregnant, or think that having a child would ruin my career. This is my fault."
His hand moved quickly to his face, wiping away the fast paced tears, rolling down his cheeks. "You left because of me. You didn't think I could handle it. It's my fault."
I looked into his eyes, shaking my head back and fourth, unable to speak.
I leant forward and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug, still sitting on the floor.
"It's not your fault." I whispered in his ear before pulling back, looking into his eyes, our faces inches apart.
"It's not yours either." He whispered back.
We rested our foreheads against each other, before I got another contraction.
"Ahhh, right, I forgot, pregnant, labour, contractions, owww." I huffed, a light smile on my face.
Jack smiled back and me and let out a little laugh. Suddenly the elevator started moving upwards and came to a stop on the 38th floor. The metal doors opened, revealing two paramedics with a stretcher. The elevator operator must have called 000. Relieved, I slowly stood up with the help of Jack, and laid down on the cushioned stretcher. The paramedics strapped me down so that the weight of my stomach on one side wouldn't tip the bed over. Jack held my hand as I was wheeled down 38 stories via the wheelchair ramp. Once we finally got to the ground floor, I was quickly wheeled into the back of the ambulance, Jack at my side.
The back doors of the ambulance slammed shut, and I looked into Jacks eyes. He was smiling.
"What?" I asked, grinning.
"Time to have a baby, or in our case, babies..."
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What gender do you think the babies are going to be??