Uncertain Ch2
A/N: So, I'm home ill today so you are getting this a bit early today….
Wow….ya'll are seriously hating on my boy Edward. But, I hope that ya'll will have some faith and patience with him as he sorts it all out. Seriously, please….just hold on to faith that he'll redeem himself.
I hope that this chapter answers a few burning questions for you. And, will probably open up a few more can of worms….eek!
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EPOV
I walked into that room and had the wind knocked out of me.
I had spent an amazing weekend with this girl and now here she was in labor and under my care.
I didn't even know she was pregnant when we were together. Maybe that's why she hadn't demanded that I wear protection?
"Um...Bella?" I questioned, still in shock.
"Masen," she said, her voice and eyes full of fire.
"Patricia, can you give us a minute?" I asked the floor nurse as she looked between the two of us, but quietly left the room.
"You're having a baby," I said, exasperated.
"I'm having YOUR fucking baby," she said through gritted teeth, and if looks could kill, I'd be six feet under right now.
"What?" I exclaimed at her admission.
"I didn't stutter, you asshole. You knocked me up after fucking me senseless for forty-eight hours then just disappeared." Her words full of venom and hate.
I ran a hand through my hair.
"You're married?" She yelled as she saw the ring on my left hand.
"Um..." How do I explain this to her? "Yes. For about six months now."
"You're the biggest asshole I have ever met and if I weren't in labor right now I'd probably cut your dick off."
I stood there, completely numb and in shock.
"I tried to find you at the club." I told her, finally able to speak.
"Yeah, well, it's a little hard to go clubbing with a baby in my belly." She spat at me.
"Are you sure it's mine?" I questioned, suddenly in need of a drink of water.
"Yes, fucker, I'm about to give birth to your son. You know, the one that you were called in to deliver?" Once again, her words were full of venom.
"My son?" I felt my eyes well up with tears. I had always dreamed about having a son.
"Yes, asshole, I'm having a boy. That would make him your son." She grimaced and wrapped her hands around her belly. Her contraction hit her hard and she cried all the way through it.
"Where is your family?" I finally asked once she had stopped wincing.
"Not that it's any of your business, but they're all over the country and couldn't be bothered with my little dilemma." The sadness etched on her face as she spoke.
I immediately felt guilt and shame wash over me.
"I need to check you and see how far along you are," I said as I pulled some gloves from my pocket.
"It's not like you haven't seen me naked already, is it?" She sputtered as I moved her legs into the stirrups.
I tried to keep the visuals of her naked and spread open for me that first night out of my head, but I had fantasized about that weekend more than I could ever admit to anyone.
"It appears that you're about eight centimeters. It won't be long now." I announced and went about my job.
"Great, I'm ready for my drugs." She said through her teeth again.
"I'll call anesthesiology now." I said before I made my notes in her chart.
"Do you need anything before I leave for a bit?" I felt bad that I had to leave her in this room alone. I immediately felt the guilt over the fact that she had been through this whole pregnancy alone, without me.
I pushed that thought aside since there was nothing I could do about it now; especially now that I had a wife.
Fuck.
Once Irina finds out about this she'll put my balls in a blender and I won't have to worry about having any more children.
Sure, we got married quickly, but we'd been together off and on for the past eight years. I loved her, but lately I wasn't sure if I was in love with her or not. She seemed more interested in being known as a doctor's wife rather than actually being a wife to the doctor she married.
Fuck, this was a mess.
And, I have a feeling that I was breaking all kinds of ethics by seeing her as patient at this point. What the hell else was I supposed to do? It was not like I could just announce that I was that baby's father. Hell, I wasn't sure if I should even trust Bella at this point. That thought was quickly replaced with guilt because I had even had the thought to begin with. She seemed pretty hell bent that I was the father of that child.
Plus, when we were together that weekend, she had told me that she hadn't had sex in over a year before she took me home. As tight as she was and as insatiable as she had been, I believed Bella then and well, I guess that means I believe her now.
I'm so screwed.
A son...she's having my son.
"Dr. Masen, do you need something?" The charge nurse sat at the desk. She asked as I stood there lost in my own thoughts right in front of her.
"Um, yea, call Dr. Palmer please; she's ready for her block." I said and then continued to make notes in her chart.
I had to figure out how to make this right. I ran a hand through my hair as I felt my cell phone vibrate in my pocket. I knew it would be my wife. She always wanted to know when I would be home. I had no idea why, she knew that I was on call. Now with the Bella situation it might be tomorrow night before I made it home.
I needed a few minutes to clear my head and assess the situation.
"I'll be back in a few minutes. Page me if you need me." I told the nurse and walked towards the elevator.
I rode the lift to the roof and walked outside in the cold air. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
A son.
I was about to become a father.
And his mother hated me.
All I knew in that moment was that I wanted to be his father more than anything in this world.
I was just going to have to make Bella see I was in this for the long haul.
A/N: Well?
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