Locked Up

eight

~Emma's POV~

"Hello Emma." My parol officer, Graham says to me.

"Hey Graham." He said it was okay for me to call him Graham.

"You seem excited."

"Well I am. I have a request."

"What's your request?"

"To move out of my parents' place." He looks at me unsure.

"I don't know Emma. Do you think you're ready?"

"Yes. I wanna buy a house for me and my girls."

"Girls? What does that mean?"

"What do you mean what do I mean? I sent you an email."

"I'm sorry Emma. I haven't been checking my emails lately."

"Well you should read them. They're my way of updating you."

"So you have news?"

"Yes." I smile. "Okay when I was in the slammer I had a girlfriend. She work at the prison. Anyways, we split up because she was moving and I was being transferred. Well guess what, she moved here. And we rekindled our romance. She's pregnant too." I pull out the sonogram picture. "With triplets! I'm so excited. That's why I was asking if it's okay for me to move out. I saw this house that will be perfect for us. I wanna fix it up before she gives birth which is pretty soon."

"Alright Emma."

"What?"

"I let you move out, but promise me when the babies are born, you'll send pictures."

"I promise."

-end of the month-

"Emma where do you go during the day?"

"I can't tell you." I look over at her.

"Why not?" She crosses her arms. "You've been sneaky lately and coming home smelling different."

"Babe–"

"Don't babe me. Tell me where you've been," she demands.

"Don't talk to me like that Regina. I don't like being talked at. Talk to me and stop yelling."

"Then answer me." She suggests coldly.

"No."

"Emma!"

"Stop yelling, damn. I don't wanna tell you because if I do, you'll feel like an ass."

"Fine, don't tell me." She uncrosses her arms. "Go home."

"What? Regina I'm not leaving. You need my help in your current state. I'm here for you and our babies. I'm not leaving over some petty shit."

"Then get out the room."

"No Regina. If you need to go to the bathroom, you shouldn't have to wait for me to come back into the room. So just lay down and take a nap." She huffs and pouts.

"My water broke." She mumbles.

"What?"

"I said my water broke! Damn," she snaps.

"Why didn't you say something?" I hop out the bed.

"I just did."

"Okay okay." I take a deep breath and release any tension I have. "Are you in pain?"

"Not yet?"

"That's good. Do you think you can walk? I will carry you."

"I can walk, papi." She blows out air.

"I'll call your sister."

"Thank you." I look up at her while putting on her shoes. "We're doing this Emma. Our girls are coming." Our smiles grow.

"Yeah." I stand up and kiss her. I'm gonna be a fucking dad!