Pregnant and Homeless✔

Chapter 21

"Are you happy that you're leaving?" Valdo was standing by the door with a smile on his face.

"Happy is an understatement." I looked down at the sleeping baby and smiled. "It's time for her to see the world, we've been here for three long weeks." Valdo chuckled then walked beside me. He took her tiny hand in his. The way he looked at her made my heart weep; I could tell he loved her. For the past three weeks, he's been helping me cope with the stress that came with having a premature baby. 

The first week was rough because she could barely breathe on her own and I was worried that she wouldn't make it, but by the second week she could breathe on her own, and now I can feed her regularly by breast or bottle. She even opened her eyes a few time. He hasn't left through all this. He's visited every day and called during the days to make sure that we were okay. Kevin and Hannah also visited regularly. I've truly become part of their family.

"I can't believe you named her Jamaica," Valdo said, still looking down at her.

I laughed, "You're the one who made me fall in love with Jamaican Curry Chicken."

He shook his head and looked at me, "We'll have to carry her to Jamaica at least once a year now because she can't be named after a country and not know it."

"Good point. As soon as I get my life together."

He gave me a weird look, then nodded. "The release forms have been signed, and we can leave when you're ready."

" I'm ready," I replied quickly.

"Wow, that bad ugh?" I nod my head. I couldn't wait to be back at Valdo's apartment, sleeping on my comfortable silk sheets bed and eating good food. "I'll go, call nurse, Voila." He gently removed his hands from Jamaica's then slowly leave the room.

I looked down at my baby in admiration. She's so beautiful even without hair on her head; her cheeks were fat and soft. How could I regret this? Yes, the journey was challenging, but the destination will be thriving. I can do this. I have Valdo. He's proven that's he's not going anywhere, and he will not hurt me.

Nurse Viola came in the room with a wheelchair, "Good morning, Jakoby. How are you?"

I smiled at her, "Happy. I like talking to you, but I think it's time for me to leave."

She laughed, "It's okay. I understand. Jamaica is healthy; you are healthy. There is no need to stay here."

"I'm gonna miss you." I smiled sadly at her.

She shrugged, "Let's not get all teary. I don't want to cry today."

I looked down at the wheelchair, "I can walk; I don't need a wheelchair."

She shrugged, "Hospital policy."

I nodded, "Okay." I slowly got from the bed and sat in the wheelchair."
Valdo moved out of the way so that nurse Viola could wheel me out. He followed closely behind us.

We remained silent until we reached the door, Valdo had passed us a few minutes ago to go bring around the car.

"He's a keeper."

I looked up at her and smile, "He is. But I don't think he likes me that way."

She rolled her eyes, "Honey, of course, he does. Have you not seen the way he looks at you and the baby? He's crazy for you."

I gave a small smile, "Maybe he just sees me as a little sister."

"Sweetheart, brothers don't look at sisters like they want to kiss them." Nurse Viola had an idea of my situation. She knew Valdo wasn't Jamaica's father and she didn't question me about what happened either. She didn't judge me, and I know she only wants what the best for me.