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.“Your water just broke! How far along are the contractions?”“I know that,” she said, rolling her eyes.She was happy Shane was there with her, but she was also angry that he was here.Jasmine was already prepared to raise her baby on her own.“I have a bag for the hospital in the closet, in the hallway upstairs.”Shane nodded his head and ran up the stairs.He paused in his tracks when he passed a bedroom that was decorated in pastel pink and purple, a white wooden crib sat against the wall decorated in cute pink flower bedding.Above the bed, on the wall was lettering in pink block that spelled the name Shay.He was having a girl and Jasmine picked the name Shay for their daughter.It was the name that he and Sarah were going to name their daughter.He went to the closet and grabbed an overnight bag.When Shane walked by the room again, he couldn’t believe that Jasmine didn’t tell him she was pregnant.Didn’t she think that he would have been excited to learn about pending fatherhood? Running down the stairs it was eerily quiet.“Jazz!” he yelled out.“I’m in here,” she said.Shane could hear music and splashing coming from the bathroom.Walking into the master bathroom, he saw Jasmine.“Jazz, we should be leaving right now for the hospital.”“My contractions are still far apart,” she said.“The baby is not going to slip out just because my water broke.”“Jazz.” He knelt down in front of the tub.“I’m going crazy with fear and you’re in here taking a bubble bath.”“I need to relax before I go to the hospital.” She rolled her eyes, laying back on the terry cloth.Jasmine enjoyed the smooth sounds of Boney James.“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked.“How did you find out?” she asked, peeking one eye at him.“Long story,” he said.“Do you want me to contact your mother?”Jasmine's eyes became huge.“No!”Those brown eyes reminded him of a time when he and Benjamin busted Jasmine for underage drinking.“You….hadn’t told your family?” He shook his head.“When were you planning to tell anyone about the pregnancy? Were you even going to tell me?”“I don’t know,” she said truthfully.“I just was kind of going with the flow.”“Going with the flow?” he chuckled.Shane felt like pulling his hair out.“What were you going to say when you came back home with a baby? Jasmine you’re so freaking selfish and immature.Do you hear yourself? You didn’t think I’d want to know that I’m going to be a father.”“Why should’ve I told you?” she groaned as pain seized her back up.“This is my baby, not Sarah’s!” Jasmine gripped the side of the tub as she breathed through a contraction.“You’re getting out of this tub and we’re going to the hospital.” Shane made a move to let the water out the tub.“I’m not ready,” she whined.“Some ladies don’t go into full labor for 48 hours after their water breaks.”“I’d rather have you at the hospital under the care of doctors and nurses instead of you taking a bath,” he said.“Fine….Get me the towel on the counter,” Jasmine mumbled.“Jazz, don’t be bashful now,” Shane smirked as he grabbed the towel.“Shut up and help me up,” she said, holding out her hand.“If I wasn’t here, who would have helped you?” he asked, pulling her up.Shane couldn’t take his eyes off Jasmine.Her body was a wonderland, her juicy perky breasts were bigger than the last time he’d seen them.Shane lifted his hand to touch her stomach, only to pause in midair.“I would have taken a shower and not a bath,” she said, raising an eyebrow at him.Jasmine saw his hesitation, taking his hand, she guide it to her stomach.“We’re having a daughter, but I think you already know that.”Shane nodded his head; he was in complete awe as his hand glided around her hard, round tummy.“Jasmine, words can’t describe how I feel about fatherhood.” His dark green eyes became hard.“You attempted to keep me away from my child.”At that moment a contraction hit Jasmine hard.If Shane wasn’t there, she would have surely hit the floor.“I was going to tell you,” she panted.“I was going to tell you months ago, but I was scared.”“We’re going to the hospital.” Shane picked her up and sat her on the bed.“Dress,” she said, pointing to floral printed dress on the chair.Shane dried and dressed Jasmine in seconds.He picked her up like she weighed next to nothing and carried her to his car, securing her in the back seat while he ran back into the house to retrieve the overnight bag.Jasmine’s heart nearly stopped when she witnessed him picking up her cell phone.“What are you doing?” She was so fearful that he was calling her family.“I told you I will tell them later.”“Be quiet, Jazz,” Shane said, looking at her in the rearview mirror.He scanned her contacts for until he found OBYGN.“Dr.Matthews… I’m bringing in Jasmine St.Clair.Her contractions are nine minutes apart.”Jasmine blew a sigh of relief when he hung up, for a split second she thought he was calling her family.“We’re not going to argue about this right now,” Shane said, pulling into Porter Adventist Hospital.He stepped out the car and handed the valet the keys to the car, Jasmine was already out of the car by the time Shane came around to help her.Jasmine knew she was in full labor; her contractions were coming in harder and quicker.What happen to nine minutes apart? Did those baby books mention the pain and discomfort besides the back and belly? For crying out loud her legs were hurting too.Jasmine let out a scream, as her nails dug into his arm.A valet attendee brought them a wheelchair.The next ten minutes everything was a blur for Shane and Jasmine.They were taken up to labor and delivery.Shane tried his best to fill out the necessary paperwork.“Can you give her something for the pain?” Shane asked, looking over at Jasmine as she writhed uncontrollably in agonizing, excruciating pain.“I feel like I have to poo,” Jasmine whined.“Can you page the doctor?” one nurse said to another.“Jasmine, you don’t have to poo, that’s the baby.”“I think I have to poo,” Jasmine panted, with a panicky look on her face.“If I do, I want him out,” she said, looking at Shane.There was no way she was going to allow him to witness her using the bathroom.“I’m not leaving,” Shane said as he finished registering her into the hospital.“Okay Dad, we need you to coach your wife,” the nurse said, looking at him.“He’s not my husband,” Jasmine snapped at the nurse, and instantly felt bad.“I’m sorry.”“It’s okay, dear.” The nurse smiled.Shane read a few labor and delivery books on the plane from Aruba, but he didn’t know where to start
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