Was it really your time?

“Hey babe what’s wrong? You’re suddenly so quiet.” He asked. I was thinking back so deep, I almost forgot about the strong amount of physical pain I was in.

“Victor Vincent!” I yelled in pain. And Vic gives Mike our daughter to tend to me.

“Yeah?” He ran to the side of the bed. “What do you need baby?”

I feel like my bones are breaking. It fucking hurts. It hurts like a bitch. I grabbed his arm and squeezed it really really hard. “YOU DID THIS TO ME YOU BASTARD! YOU COULDN’T EVEN WAIT ‘TIL WARPED WAS OVER YOU MORON! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!”

“Ow ow ow ow.” Vic said.

“Don’t ow me! That’s not even half the pain I’m feeling right now!” I protested.

“Right. Okay. What do you need?” Vic asked nervously.

“Help me up. I need to get up.”

“You sure? Can you even stand?” He asked. You know Vic doesn’t really get pressured like this. That’s what I love and admire about him. One thing about my husband is that he’s really good working under pressure. But I don’t know maybe when it concerns me, he just loses it all.

The time we had Quinnie, we weren’t ready at all. We stopped seeing each other and he found out two months after I did. I just don’t have the lady balls to talk to him because a) we were never officially a couple and b) like I said after the tour we just stopped seeing each other. It was kind of a dark phase of our lives because I have to do 4 more tours then and we both don’t know jackshit about parenting.

“Babe are you sure about standing? I think you should be in bed. The doctor said..” Vic said.
“I know what the doctor said! Okay? I just really wanna stand up.”

The past few months have been filled with conversations like this, lots of yelling and crying. The doctor said I have a condition called placental previa. It means that my placenta is low-lying or something. I have paid attention to what the doctor said. She said that it could be harmful for me or the baby. So I’ve technically ended my life. I was imprisoned for at least two months. I’ve just been lying on our bed and eating very healthy.
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“Woah! That’s really so amazing.” Vic said in amusement. He’s examining my tummy again, cupping it in his hands. His expression is like a little kid’s. “Woah! C’mon don’t let daddy down. Another kick.”

“Victor it’s 6 in the morning.” I groaned covering up my huge tummy. I’m six months pregnant now, nearly seven.

“But I wanna feel it again!” He whined like a little kid, revealing my stomach again. I felt him kiss it and rub it with his warm hands. It felt so good.

“I can feel you smiling, you know.” He said. I slightly opened my eyes and looked at him. “Just let me do this. I haven’t done this the first time. It’s just so amazing. Like there is like a living person inside you, Jen! And that’s our kid! And Quinnie came from this too. It’s just too amazing for me.”

I laughed at what he said. Suddenly I feel his hands grab my wrist to the bed aggressively. “What the fuck are you doing?”

He kissed my neck and my face, “What are you laughing at huh?”

“Careful my tummy! Vic stop!” I said laughing ‘cause he’s kinda tickling me.

And he did. He let me go and sat up on our bed. I stared at his back. My husband is so damn sexy. But I had to look away because I’m just torturing myself. It’s so fucking hard to have sex when you’re pregnant!

“C’mon, wife. Get your sexy ass outta this bed. I’m going to get Quinn. I have a surprise for you.” And then he’s suddenly out of the room.

I sat up on the bed and rubbed my eyes. It’s such a great day, the sun is shining and it’s not too hot. My eyes suddenly caught something. A rose. It is placed on the bed side table. A rose and a card that says, “read me!” on the front. I opened the card and it says, “Follow the petals.”

So I did follow the petals on the floor. I can feel my heartbeat fast at each step.

The tracks led me to the kitchen. I saw him standing next to a table full of breakfast food. Pancakes and bacon and coffee and lots of fruits. He just stood there with our daughter on his arm and a goofy smile on his lips. I looked at him suspiciously.

“What’re you up to?” I kissed our daughter who probably still feeling sleepy. “Hi baby. Daddy wake you up? That’s a bad daddy isn’t he? No I’m just kidding. We love daddy, don’t we?” She just stared at me while I kissed her and layed her head on his father’s shoulder. Vic motioned me to the table.

There is another rose with another card that says, “Are you hungry? We can eat now or later. But I suggest later because I’ve got a really great surprise for you.”

“You ready?” Vic asked. “Follow the captain. But you gotta stay here first and wait ten seconds. We’re gonna call you. Okay?”

“Wait why?” I asked.

“Because I don’t want it to get ruined so don’t be stubborn and listen to me for once baby. Okay?” He said.

“Pfff fine.”
“Okay. I’m gonna go.”

It has been a minute or two. Where is he? I haven’t heard a call yet. My head’s aching 'cause of all this waiting.

No seriously, it’s aching. My world is spinning. Is there an earthquake? In that case I have to get Vic and Quinn. We have to get out fast. I forced my legs to move. I have to get my family. I looked at my hands and I saw blood, lots of it. And in my shorts too. I’m bleeding? What is this?

V— Vic!

There was suddenly something that hit the floor and a baby's cry.

JENNA.

Notes

Next chapter's gonna be on Vic's POV sorry for this crappy chapter