Step Brother 2: Jealousy (Completed)

Twenty Five

It had been half a year since we last seen each other.
He was a sore subject for me.
Ronaldo never brought his name up, neither did mom.
They could see that me walking away from him broke me, just as much as I know it broke him.
They knew my intentions were pure.
We all did.
It wasn't malicious.

I could finally start to get my life back, Logan being gone was bittersweet still.

The fact he committed suicide after I did, showed he had a heart. He was remorseful.

However I never attended his funeral.
I couldn't bring myself to forgive him.
To forgive myself.

Our daughter was left without a father, and no matter what he had done to me, I know she loved him.
She spoke about him often, and I never stopped her.
We'd talk about all the happy times, and since his death that's what I would rather remember.

We did have happy times.
We had too many to count.
I guess somewhere was a lesson learned for me.
That sometimes life isn't always what you expect.
Sometimes it takes a drastic turn.

The baby is what I have to look forward to. Although I never did find out who I was pregnant for.
I guess for me it doesn't matter.
It's my baby either way.

I have often wondered though, if Rome thinks about the baby. Does he wonder if it's his?
Maybr it's best that he doesn't wonder.
That kind of thing would drive anyone crazy.

...

I woke up to my mom singing, she's been quite excited about the baby. I guess she's had it difficult too. Finally she can move on, like all of us.

Everyone says it's another girl, I think so too.
I have this gut feeling.

I climb out of the bed easily.
Thankfully my bump is quite small, most people don't even believe I'm pregnant.
They say I must be carrying in my back.
I think it's just because I'm petite that my baby is the same.

"Kate, I'm going to bring Kaida out with me for the day. You have a bath and relax, okay?"
I nod, and give her a thank you smile.

She's doing everything she can to help me.
I appreciate her so much.
Although I always have.

I run myself a bubble bath.
I throw my clothes on the floor and climb in.
Closing my eyes as I feel the warm water surrounding my body.
The baby is kicking like mad, and I can't help but smile.
It's like she's playing football in there.

I almost fall asleep feeling so relaxed, but that feeling is soon cut off by a sharp pain in my stomach, as I look down the clear water is now red.

I begin to panic, trying to get up, but it's too painful. All I can do is scream.

"Kate? Are you okay in there?"
Ronaldo asks from the other side of the door.

"The baby, the pain, there's lots of blood."

"I'm coming in."