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Outlaws Of Love

"911 what's your emergency?"

"M-My girlfriend...she's three months and three weeks pregnant. She's b-bleeding, I don't know what to do-please, I need help."

"Please calm down sir. We're currently tracing your call and an ambulance will be at your location quickly. In the mean time please try to stay calm and tell your girlfriend to keep breathing."

"O-Okay...s-she's not...she's just staring at the wall and breathing lightly, I need an ambulance! Please!"


ELI

"W-When are we going to be allowed to see her? I-I can't stay outside this stupid door all fucking day! I can't-," when I jerked my leg forward to kick the hospital room door down, Bullfrog wrapped his arms around me, pulling me back.

"The doctor said five minutes Eli! Please son, relax. Here, I have some pills-," I thrashed my hand down at Bullfrog's, which had a prescription of tiny white pills to 'calm me down'.

I didn't want to 'calm down', I wanted to see Clare and my baby.

My heart was thumping against my chest, "Why was Cece allowed to go in there and I wasn't? I'm her boyfriend for Christ's sake! I mean, for all we know by now she could've lost the baby...she could be hurt, the baby could be hurt. There was blood everywhere man!"

"Relax," Bullfrog placed his hands on my shoulders firmly, forcing me down into a waiting room chair.

He bent down in front of me, and ordered, "Take two of these. Please, do it for Clare and the baby. They need you to be calm in this situation, whatever situation this is."

I took a deep breath in, sighing, "You have no idea what it was like to find that blood on my pants, knowing it wasn't coming from me. It was drenched, it even stained my skin through my boxers Bullfrog. It was-."

I tried to hold back a sob, but instead, I let the tears fall as Bullfrog pulled me into his shoulder. I cried, whimpering into his neck, wrapping my arms around his torso. My fingers dug into the fabric of his leather jacket, shaking ferociously.

"Come on kiddo, I know...It'll be okay, Clare will be okay."

Just Clare.

Only Clare.

I need our baby and Clare to be okay.

"So much blood," I whispered, and Bullfrog started to sing a lullaby into my ear, "Really Bullfrog? Even at a time like this, you can't be serious!"

"What? My natural way of dealing with things that make me cry or upset is to use sarcasm and-," I cut my father off, "I need my dad right now, okay? Not the funny, happy-go-lucky Bullfrog. Please."

"I'm sorry kiddo, I'm just trying to help," I slumped down into the chair outside of Clare's room, and waited for the click of the door to signal someone was coming out.

About ten minutes of silence passed, before a doctor approached her room, "You're here for Clare Edwards right?"

Bullfrog and I shot up from out seats, nodding, "Yes we are, what's happened? Is she okay? What about the baby? Is the baby okay?"

"I would like to speak to all of you in the room together," he ignored my plea of questions, opening the door and leading the way. I came face to face with a pale colored Clare, who was staring down at her belly.

Cece was holding her hand, but Clare was showing no emotion...as if fear had put her in shock.

"Ms. Edwards, how are you feeling?" the doctor asked, putting his fingers in front of Clare's eyes. A patient would normally follow the finger, but Clare just stared down at her belly, ignoring him and not saying a word.

"How many hours have you been here?" he asked me, and I cleared my throat, "About six"

"Alright, Clare I'm going to tell you news, and I need you to pay full attention because it's important that all of you know this might occur from time to time," I was confused, beyond confused and nervous.

Clare lifted her head to the doctors voice, "Clare, your baby is fine and healthy."

The tension in the room broke, tears flowing down Clare's cheeks as I pulled her into a hug. She gripped onto my hand, smiling widely from the news.

"T-Then what did all the bleeding come from?" I asked, and the doctor put up a scan of Clare's abdomen, and her ovaries.

He pointed to the ovaries, while explaining, "In a pregnancy, it isn't common to get your period, as you probably know. But it is possible. Occasionally, ovulation can cause some spotting, which can be mistaken for a period. But in this kind of period, an egg is not released. Many women do go through regular, monthly menstrual period when pregnant, even up to a day before they give birth. All women are different."

"So you're saying that was just her period...but the blood...there was so much, how was that just a period?" I asked, not caring about how embarrassed Clare looked, lying in her hospital gown with a blush on her cheeks.

"Well, the nurses did do a pelvic exam along with others, and Mr. Goldsworthy we spotted a DNA of your hair," my eyebrows tightened, "I'm sorry, my what?"

"Your hair, you know, the stuff that grows off your body. Listen, I don't know what kinky stuff you two do, but try to tone it down a bit. The bleeding was from the quote on quote period, along with the bleeding caused from intimacy. I would advice you two to take a tiny break from that, for at least a month, and then you can get back on track. If any bleeding occurs, besides this kind of bleeding, please bring Clare back here," I nodded, taking in everything he had to say.

"I'm just so happy our baby is okay," Clare whimpered into my shoulder, as I kissed her neck, "Me too honey, me too."


CLARE

"Walking with a swagging limp, eh?" I slowly walked from class to class today, clutching onto every wall I could grab onto. I was bent out of shape from that emergency hospital visit, and the hospital bed with a broken spring only made it worse.

"I-I'm not feeling so well," I cringed, needing to sit down.

"D-Do you want to take a seat on that bench way over there-," Reese stopped talking when I sat down in the middle of the campus, on the steps, feeling strained and dehydrated even though I already went through six bottles of water today.

"Or you can sit down here, there's no law that says you can't," he plopped down next to me, pulling out a burrito from his bag, "Where do you get that shit from? It's like your bag is a kitchen."

"Mama loves cooking me up some good ole' fashioned home cooked meals," he took a gigantic bite out of it, unknown substances dripping from his chin.

"You want a bite?" Reese asked, getting some of his food on my face in the process.

I breathed out, "No thanks."

"Oh, sorry about yesterday, I had an emergency and couldn't come to class. But look, I printed out the paper and I hope she'll pity us-." Reese placed his hand on the essay, shrugging it away, "There's no need Clare, I handed it in already."

"How did you-," he laughed, "hacked your email open. KittenLover123 seemed like a good password guess for me too."

"I think I should be mad that you did that, but then again, thank you. It saves me the stress of talking her into giving us an extension. You know, you're not an asshole after all," he shrugged his shoulders, biting into his burrito, until nothing was left of it.

"You like chicken nuggets?"

Before I could answer, Reese pulled out a plate of tiny dinos and a side of fries, "I told my mom about your...situation, and she said these always made her feel better when she was out of breath."

"What do you mean by...situation?" I asked, taking a sip of my water bottle, but pouting in frustration, realizing it was too warm.

"Wait, you're pregnant right? Not just fat around the edges?" I smiled, "I am pregnant...but how did you know?"

"Salmon doesn't make everyone sick...and plus, the tighter the shirts you wear, the more noticeable the belly is. But anyways, it's a really brave thing you're doing. You know, finishing college and whatnot."

"It's really hard, stressful, tiring and I would advise you that if you have a girlfriend...protect yourself man," he flashed me an odd grin, before tilting his head from side to side, "See, the thing is, I would never have to worry about that."

"What do you mean? All guys have to worry about it in a relationship. At any moment-," Reese cut me off, placing the plate on my lap, "Clare, I'm gay."

My mouth went agape, "OH! OH, oh that's cool...d-do you have um, a boyfriend or partner?"

"You make it sound it's a foreign thing," he teased, "And yes, I have a boyfriend or a 'partner' as you say. He goes to college in another state, so we're doing long distance."

"How's it working out for you?" I asked, moaning from the deliciousness that came from the taste of this one chicken nugget.

He chuckled dryly, "I-It's pretty good, you know, it's hard keeping up with each other's schedules. But we make it work."

"What about you? Who's the baby daddy to this bun in your oven?" I shrugged my shoulders, joking, "I was really drunk one night, hopped onto someone in the middle of a bar...and boom, pregnant."

"Oh Clare, I'm so sorry-," I cut him off, "I'm kidding! His name is Eli, and he's been my boyfriend for...a very, very long time. We love each other, and we're taking baby steps. Literally."

I reached behind my back, trying to rub a spot that was tense but it was out of my reach. My bra was practically suffocating my breasts at this point, and I couldn't wear a sports bra because it would be too...it's just not right. Then I had this rash on my right side that constantly itched, but thank God Eli was buying some cream today before picking me up.

"Something wrong?" he asked, and I growled, "I need Eli to rub my back and scratch...I'm fucking dying in this heat too."

"It's only sixty five degrees," I laughed, "That's one hundred degrees in the baby world."

"If you're in that much discomfort, I can scratch if you like. I mean, I've got to hang around anyways for my music class at seven," I shook my head, not liking the idea of another man touching me. Even though he was gay, it was still unsettling. Eli was the only one I could trust to physically touch me, and I plan on sticking to my word.

"No thank you Reese, Eli should be here any minute. You can get to your class, I know you'd rather hang out with them than a cranky pregnant woman," he picked up his bag, tapping me on the shoulder, "Correcta-mundo Clarebear. I'll see you in two days in class. And get some sleep will ya', you're starting to remind me of my mom!"


ELI

Ever since Clare got into the car, all I've been hearing is,

"Eli it's hot in here, roll down the window."

"And now it's cold, roll it up."

"My back is killing me Eli, when we get home I need you to get the knots out. I remember you used to be self conscious of your hands, aw Eli..."

"I love you Eli...thank you for picking me up today."

"Traffic? Really? Oh my gosh, this is so uncomfortable!"

She was wiggling around in her seat, the leather beneath her in Bullfrogs car driving me up a wall. I didn't mind talking, giggling, bubbly Clare. But when annoyed, angry and impatient Clare came out in bumper to bumper traffic, I was close to losing it.

"Can we just-can we play the quiet game?" I asked, turning towards her to shoot her a stern look, before pressing my foot roughly on the breaks, moving nowhere.

"I was just trying to have a conversation with you Eli," she retorted, looking out the window, "But sure, we can play. It's nice to know my voice isn't wanted."

"Clare, I-," I could see the outline of her chin trembling, as she leaned her head against the window. I turned up the air conditioner, doing something I don't normally do because Bullfrog gets pissed off when you waste gas.

"There's a window for a reason!" he'd always say.

But Clare looked all out of shape, and we were both frustrated with this traffic. After a day like yesterday, I was surprised when Clare even told me she wanted to go to school this morning.

I wasn't going to object, being that she shouldn't miss school in the first place anyways. But I think pushing each other through this day had worn out our patients, and this traffic wasn't helping.

"Listen, I'm sorry Clare. I'm just...really tired, and need a nap," she didn't respond, just nodded her head, while playing with her fingers. She traced over her belly, smiling faintly.

After two minutes of peaceful silence, Clare broke my concentration on the bumper to bumper before me, "Eli...Eli I really have to go."

"Have to go where? We're stuck in traffic," I groaned, slamming my head lightly on the wheel, "Eli, I have to go pee, I'm not going to make it home at the rate we're going."

"Where would you like me to pull over Clare? There's no magical rest stop between here and our apartment. We're less than a mile away, you can make it, just hold it in," she laughed, "That's the last thing you tell a pregnant woman. 'Hold it in', are you crazy?"

"What? I have to go too, but you don't see me complaining."

"You didn't drink seven bottles of water today, did you Elijah?"

I sighed, rolling down my window for more air in this car, "I didn't Clare, alright? I'm just-I don't know what to do. You can't just pee on the side of the rode."

Tears were beginning to fall down her cheeks, "B-But I-I-I really have to go."


"She peed all over the seat man, soaked to the interior," I whispered in a hushed tone over the phone to Adam, whom I could tell was trying his best to hold in a burst of laughter approaching.

"You can laugh man, it was pretty funny," he chuckled, taking deep breaths in between, "It's horrible to laugh at something like that Eli, she probably really had to go."

"How come each person I tell this story to no one feels bad for me? I had to go too ya' know."

I retreated the milk carton from the fridge, looking up the steps to double check that Clare was still sleeping so she wouldn't see me do this. I cracked open the top of the milk, and started to chug it, "Pregnant women need the attention Eli, it's kind of like caring for a baby before the baby."

"Yes, except my baby is five foot two inches tall, has curly hair and sore breasts," I fished some cheese doodles into my mouth, mixing it in with the milk.

"Don't be so mean about it Eli, I mean, imagine if you had to carry around a growing baby for nine months. Whenever you feel frustrated, put yourself in her place," I nodded, putting Adam on speaker so I could heat up the leftovers from dinner, "I've done that Adam, it's just-ever day it's another thing to deal with."

"What did Bullfrog say? Was he pissed? Is this why you're hitting your all time low by eating dinner leftovers, cheese doodles, and drinking out of the milk carton?" Adam asked, and my brows tightened, looking out the window-but he wasn't there.

"How did you know that?" he scoffed, "I know you like a book Eli, it's a gift. Now why are you so upset? Talk to Dr. Adam."

"One, being that I was held captive in traffic today with Clare. Two, being that she peed all over my dad's car. Three, being that I was the one who had to scrub it down with an endless amount of cleaning products. Four, Bullfrog must've laughed at me over the phone for an hour because I didn't have time to pull over. Five, also being that Clare cried for nearly two hours because she was embarrassed over it. Six, being I was the sad soul who had to rub a crying woman's back. Oh, and how could I forget? I'm close to failing one of my classes. It's just been a peachy day for me, let me tell you," Adam was silent, probably taking everything in.

"...What class are you close to failing?" I smirked, "The one where all I do is read pregnancy books."

"You don't even know the name?" he asked, and I shrugged my shoulders, "Is it important? I mean, I just don't think college is right for me anymore. I've got a baby on the way, the pressure for more money making is definitely on, and I can't handle everything at once. If I drop college, I'll have time to-."

Adam cut me off, "Dude come on, I need to walk over that stage with my best friend beside me in May. We've been looking forward to graduation day ever since we met in high school. This is it man, the big leagues. Yes, you'll be a father soon...but don't you want to be a young, successful, well-educated father?"

"I do, but-," he interrupted my plea, "No 'buts' Eli, just do. You're strong enough, and smart enough to finish. We're so close man, why stop when you can see the finish line?"

I chugged some more milk, burping in the process, "Maybe you can see the finish line Adam...but me, I'll just be stuck at the beginning forever."

"Don't think like that, stop being such a pessimist," he retorted, as I pulled out some pasta from the microwave. I began digging into it, rubbing my heavy eyelids, "I'm just thinking logically Adam. I'm going to be a dad soon, in less than six months. I've got to blossom into this 'dad figure' and quite honestly, I don't think I'll be a good one. If he or she ever has a problem, they'll probably run to Clare and I'll be pushed to the side. I'll be that kind of dad."

"Eli, your kid will love you no matter what. If it's a boy, then he'll love you, and if it's a girl, she'll love you, because you helped create them. Without you, you wouldn't have given them life," this is when Adam turns into a sap, and hits me real deep-at one in the morning.

"I'm nervous Adam," tears pricked my eyes, as I stared at the home phone, the red light blinking, showing it was on speakerphone.

"Everyone, every soon-to-be-dad is nervous. But if you and Clare team up, work together, you'll do it. And if you guys ever need me, I'll be here, when the kid gets potty trained," he teased. I raked my fingers through my sweaty bedhead hair, "I-I'm going to love my kid no matter what...I already do."

"So this is why you sleep with your head resting on Clare's belly every night? Aw! That's so cute," I chuckled with a mouth full of pasta, "H-How did you find out about that?"

"Clare texts me every now and then, you know, we're mad tight."

"I'm sure you are Adam. Now, Clare's going to start to worry about where I went, and trying to explain to an almost four month pregnant woman that I was hungry is not the first thing I want to do right now," before I could hang up, Adam shouted, "Wait dude! Um, before you go, as for that class you're failing, I know a good, free tutor who can help you out."

"Really, who?"

"Oh...he's really smart, handsome, and-," I cut him off, "Okay Adam, you can tutor me."


CLARE

"Hi baby...it's me...daddy...um, I know you probably can't hear me right now...but I want you to know that we're trying our best here. You're going to be our little miracle, I promise. I-I don't want to screw anything up, I want to be the best dad a kid could ever have. Unless you want a boyfriend or a girlfriend, then we're going to have to have a serious talk."

I smiled sweetly, listening to Eli talk to my stomach, rubbing his warms hands back and forth over my skin.

"I'm going to get through college, and so is your mommy, just for you. We both love you so much...so, so much. I can't wait until you get here, and I promise, I won't disappoint you. You'll be spoiled rotten, because I'm going to work my butt off. I love you baby," I felt his lips against my belly, before he snuggled up behind me, wrapping his right arm around me, pulling me close.

A mixture of milk, pasta and cheese doodle scent filled the air. I was learning how to control my urge to throw up, being that the smell was stinging my throat.

I clenched my eyes tightly, before hearing a whisper in my ear, "I'll make you both proud Clare...I promise."

END OF CHAPTER 9


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