The Father Of My Baby Is A Rich Bitch

Chapter 23

(This will be a long chapter. It has 1776 words)

Connors P.O.V.

Today's Wednesday and Amanda is over at my house. We planned on watching some movies and chilling all day but then she ended up forcing me to bake a cake with her because she was craving some and didn't want any from the store. So, here I am, standing in the kitchen with Amanda beating up eggs to add to the mixture.

"Are you done sifting out the sugar?" She asked, walking towards me with the bowl with the beaten eggs.

"Almost. I can see that you're finished though. Would you like to help me? "

"Sure." She placed down the bowl on the counter and came over to where I was. Taking up the pack of sugar she threw out some in a measuring cup before putting it into the sifter where I continuously shook it so that any lumps can be crushed.

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After we mixed all the ingredients and placed the cake in the oven I saw her holding some flour in her hand before she threw it at me. My face was covered in it.

After rubbing my eyes so that I can be able to see I smirked at her "Oh, you wanna play? Let's play."

I took up some sugar in my hands and dashed towards her. She let out a squeal and tried to run in her pregnant state. She  didn't reach far before I grabbed her hand and sprinkled sugar in her hair. By the time we were finished 'playing' the kitchen was in a mess and we were both panting and laughing like our lives depended on it.

"Look what you did?!" She yelled at me in her panting state.

"What did I do? " I questioned. There were a lot of things I could be blamed for but I'd rather not list 'em out right now.

"Look at this mess! I'm gonna have to be the one to clean it and you're gonna help me." She demanded, placing her chocolate covered hands on her curvaceous hips.  I licked my lips as she pretended to be mad at me.

"What are you thinking about?" She asked, dropping her hands.

"Oh, nothing. " If only you knew.

Turning her head to where the stove was, she spoke "I'm gonna get cleaned up. Do you mind staying here and watching the cake while I go take a shower? "

I nodded "Sure, go  on."

She kissed me on my cheek before disappearing out of the kitchen.

Around thirty minutes of waiting on Amanda downstairs I hear the slapping of the slippers on the staircase before I heard a scream.

I rushed to the staircase to see my beloved at the bottom of the steps with one hand holding onto the railing and the other onto her belly as her eyes were screwed shut and she looked as if she was in pain.

"Amanda!" I yelled and rushed over to her, crouching down on one knee beside her. Her head, which was oozing blood, repeatedly move side to side as if she is having a battle between herself to stay awake.

I fished out my phone and dialed an ambulance to come and get her.

She groaned "Baby, I need you to stay awake for me okay? Can you do that for me?" I asked, trying to stay strong.

She  just let out a cry of pain and her body went limp in my hands.

Amanda's P.O.V.

I left the kitchen after giving Connor a kiss on his cheek. I don't know what provoked me to do that.

Maybe it was the fact that  you're head over heels with him when he should've been the one doing that.