New story, and I hope you like it.

This one too, is a quite a "horrible" story but I'll promise that it'll be a babe HEA :)

Not mine, not making money

Steph POV

"Joe?" I shouted down the stairs. I was in his bedroom, sitting on his bed, nine months pregnant and I think I had a contraction.

"Yea?" he shouted back to me. I stood up and walked down the stairs with the bag with my things for the hospital visit. He was sitting on the couch, watching a ball game. He didn't even look back when I stopped.

"I think I'm in labor." I said to him and he looked at me. "I need to go to the hospital and I can't drive."

"Now? Can't you wait a half an hour? The game's not finished."

Really? I was having my baby and he wanted me to wait? Seriously?

"No I can't. He's coming out now want it or not!" I yelled at him, as a contraction hit me, making me lean into the wall, breathing heavily trying to push the pain away. I heard him sigh and turn the TV off. I took my bag as the contraction ended and followed him as he took the keys and walked to the door. He turned the car on and took of the moment I sat down on the seat.

Sometimes I wondered why I was still with him. I guess it was the feeling of security, my mother improved him not Ranger. My feelings were so much warmer for Ranger than they were for Joe. I rested my hand on my belly, sligthly rubbing it, soothing me and the baby. I loved Joe in a way. I loved the idea of loving him. The baby would tie me down for the rest of my life to him. His blood and my blood ran through his baby and he couldn't deny it. But there was a catch. I wasn't sure if the baby was Joe's. I had spent one lovely night with Ranger, exactly nine months ago. I prayed that it was Joe's, other wise it would get ugly.

He turned to the hospital parking lot, finally offering to take the bag. I stepped in the hospital and imedialtely a wheeled of to the labour room.

It was all too quick. The nurses shouting at me to push, Joe's hand on my shoulder and the excruciating pain. They had no time to give me medication so this baby was a natural baby. I screamed at the top of my lungs, trying desperately to push the goddamn thing out. Then after a moment of silence a piercing cry was heard. I closed my eyes leaning back on the pillow.
Joe's hands grip thightened on my shoulder certainly leaving marks. I opened my eyes and saw that he was staring at the baby. I looked over at him also and my heart stopped.

The baby was beyond beautiful, and even with all the goo on him you could see that his skin color was way to dark to be Joe's. Time stood still as we stared at the baby, a part of me horrified, a large part of me in love with the small thing. The nurse laid the baby down on my stomach and it stopped screaming. I glanced at Joe and he was staring at me with a terrifying expression. It was pure rage. He breathed heavily, his grip tightening even more. I was certain that I had bruises already, no blood poured down my arm.

"We'll talk about this at home." he spit at me through clenched teeth. He turned his attention at the nurse. "When can she be released?"

"Well, she looks good down here so we don't have to sow. I think that we'll see if the baby eats well and if he does then there is no reason for her to stay. Do you want to try the feeding now?"

No, no,no, nooo. "Yes, she wants." Joe answered. "I'll give you some privacy." then he leaned close and whispered so that the nurse couldn't hear. "Tell anyone and I'll kill him."

He kissed my forehead and left. I was frozen there, horror filling me.

"Are you okay?" the nurse asked.

"Yes. Just everything's so new." I lied to her and she bought it.

"It can be a little puzzling. Now let's try the feeding." As she helped me to get everything right, all I could think of was that maybe he couldn't eat yet. Maybe he wasn't hungry. But he started to suck like a maniac and the nurse seemed pleased.

"He feeds well. I'll go and write your release forms."

The ride back home was silent. I held the baby near me, not daring to look at Joe. He radiated anger, fury and other negative emotions. I was afraid and the baby could sense it. He was quiet, barely moving. My heart beat was through the roof.

Way too soon he pulled up at the curb and opened my door. He took my hand and squeezed it too tighly. He led me back into the house where he let me go. I put the baby down in it's crib where it laid silently looking at me. Before I could do anything else a fist hit me in the face. I went flying at the wall, hitting it hard and collapsed on the floor. The baby started to cry, a horrible, heart breaking cry.

"What on earth were you thinking at?" Joe yelled at me and kicked me hard in my ribs. I felt the air drain out of my lungs and I was pretty sure that a rib or two were broken. "It's Ranger's! Didn't you think one second? What will we tell?"

Punches and kicks showered over me, hitting me everywhere. The blackness engulfed me.

I was laying on the floor in the bedroom when I became consciouses again. It was light outside so I had been out for a few hours. Joe was nowhere to be seen. Quietly I stood up and glanced at the mirror beside the bed. I looked horrible. My clothes were gone so I think he must have had sex with me when I was out. Huge bruises where seen on my legs and arms, my ribs where sore and my right eye was blue. My lip was bleeding badly. But this meant noting for me, and I rushed over to the crib.

The baby was still laying there. I picked him up and he begun to cry. I soothed him as I thanked god that he was okay. I sat down on the bed and fed him. The same time he ate I looked around the room. There was a note on the door.

"Leave the room and I'll kill him first and then you. Same will happen if you tell anyone. If somebody asks you want to connect with our baby. "

I didn't doubt one second that he wouldn't do that. I was distressed, worrying about every sound in the house, not daring to step outside the door.I pulled a robe on me. Thankfully the baby's things were in the room. I didnt care about myself, all I could think of was to protect the little boy in my arms. He was the world for me now, nothing else mattered. I found my self smiling to my angel, even though it hurt to breath. He was the sun, the universe. Everything revolved around him.

The silence in the room was broken by a sound from my bag. I held my angel in my arms, not daring to let him go, and fished out the little cell phone. One text message from Ranger.

"U ok? Need to talk about the baby."

Even with these small words my heart was filled with love. He asked if I was ok. As I started typing I remembered Joe's words and erased the text.

"Fine. Connecting with the baby. Don't call, can't pick up."

I felt bad about lying to him but I had to think about my angel. As I pushed sent, the door was thrown up and Joe appeared in the door way. He looked grim and instinctively I stood up, backed away from him. The baby awoke and started to scream.

"Please! Don't hurt the baby, hurt me. He didn't do anything!" I begged to him as he neared. "Please!" My voice was near sobbing, my heart beating way to fast for me to keep up with it.

"Put the baby down." his voice made chills run my spine. I quickly put the baby, my angel, in the crib, it's crys breaking my heart. I backed away from Joe.

"Give me the phone." immediately I gave him the phone, his voice and posture making it clear this wasn't a game. He looked at the message and threw the phone against the wall, making it break into a million pieces. "So you're texting to that son of a bitch! Not enough with cheating nine months ago?"

He made his point clear my punches and kicks. The bruises made myself more sore and this beating was beyond painful. My ribs pocked me from the inside, making me cry out in pain. He kicked and kicked me, every kick harder than the one before. My angles cry's hurt me though more than he could ever do. He screamed and screamed and I wanted to rush to him so bad, but I protected him this way. I laid there on the carpet, taking the hits as a woman, saying nothing, silent tears run down my cheeks.

Then he stopped. I tasted blood in my mouth and my breath came in short gasps. I glanced up at Joe, where he stood above me with a loathing expression.

"Clean up after yourself. Then take a shower, I'll give you ten minutes because I trust you not to do anything dumb. Then you'll get dressed and run to the store to get me some bear and formula for the baby. It stays here with me. Don't want anybody to see him."

He left me and walked downstairs. I calmed my angel and took a quick shower, got dressed and with a heavy heart left him with this monster. I took my car and sped off to the store, picked the items and raced back to the car. There had been no one I knew in the store so I was fast. It hurt to breath but I didn't let that stop me, and in fifteen minutes I was back at Joe's.
With heavy steps I walked back inside and was greeted with a huge scream from the kitchen. I rushed there and saw my angel laying on the table. Joe was in the living room watching the game. I picked him up and immediately he silenced.

"Bring me a beer, bitch!" Joe yelled from the couch. Quickly I took one and brought it to him. Then I walked back to the kitchen sat down and fed my heart, my angel. As he happily sucked on, I drank a glass of water and ate some leftover chicken. My heart raced and I breathed very heavily, not deeply as it hurt.

This was hell and I had brought my angel into it. My Ángel.

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