My Protector

Chapter 2: Jimmy, Who?

This is my idea of the gazebo and part of Jayden and Caden's garden. I absolutely love this photo and I love gazebos. I'd love one of my own in my garden.

He holds me close the entire night. I'm given several kisses upon the face, and the baby is given some, too. I still feel petrified about this whole thing, however, I know everything will work out okay because I have the amazing Jayden Mitchell to help me raise our child. So in other words, you could say that in some ways I feel somewhat relaxed about the whole thing.

"You want breakfast?" Jayden whispers in my ear as the sunlight dances upon our skin.

"Sure. Can I make a request?"

"Of course. After all, you're the one carrying our baby. You can have anything you want."

Ooh that sounds good. It's almost like I hold all the power.

"I want pancakes covered in Nutella and strawberries."

"Ooh that sounds good. I might want that, too."

"Guess you're gonna have to get out of bed and go make it."

"I guess so."

He kisses my forehead and my belly before rushing off to make food.

I love the idea of my boyfriend making me breakfast in bed. It makes me feel like a princess. A true and utter princess.

All of a sudden, the sound of a phone ringing is heard from the nightstand. Jayden's phone to be exact.

"Jayden?" I call, but he gives me no response.

So I grab the phone from the nightstand and climb out of bed to give it to him. Although, my feet stop in an instant at the name appearing on the screen.

"Who's Jimmy?" I ask aloud.

I know almost everyone on his contact list, due to our friends being mutual. I mean, we may have one or two that neither one of us have met because of work or some kind of doctor, but even then we might've mentioned it at some point. However, the name Jimmy never rings a bell. And the way it is labelled by a nickname rather than the first and last name, tell me that this Jimmy knows my Jayden pretty well.

The phone stops ringing just as I start to walk again.

If it's important, Jimmy will ring again.

And my subconscious is right. When people feel that they need to speak urgently to another, they'll ring more than once. And definitely more than twice. It's a fact. So many times in both reality and fiction, people will call more than once to demonstrate the urgency of ones information.

Sure enough, the phone starts ringing again, proving how desperate Jimmy is to talk to Jayden, just as I enter the kitchen. My boyfriend notices it immediately before I walk over to hand him his phone.

"Jimmy's calling," I inform him.

And as if my words are poison to him, Jayden's face pales. Like paler than a vampire pale.

Who is this Jimmy? And why does the love of my life look like he may throw up just like I did yesterday? Does Jayden fear him?

Of course he doesn't, Caden. We're not in a freaking soap opera where the main character gets a mysterious phone call before beginning kidnapped, or murdered. Honestly, girl. I mean, haven't you seen Jayden? He's real buff and nothing scares him. Nothing.

Once again, my subconscious is right. I'm just being dramatic as always.

Well, at least I hope so.