Everyone gasped, staring at me wide eyed.
I looked at my stomach, trying not to freak out.
Eva called an ambulance, while I went through a contraction.
"Holy SHIT! This hurts!" I groaned, hissing in pain.
The ambulance arrived, and I got in, but there was a debet on who would ride with me.
"Oh move!" Courtney snapped, getting in the ambulance, and slammed the door.
"You're gonna be fine. You're gonna be fine." She said, reasurring me.
On the ride there, she told me something.
"I'm not mad at you guys. At least not you. Duncan yes. Not you." She said, holding my hand while I had another contraction.
"Pen. Pen!" I ordered.
She gave me one, and I wrote on her hand:
It's Trent's. Not Duncan's.
Before she could mutter a word, the ambulance stopped, and I was rolled inside.
I waited in the room for Duncan. I was told I was already six centimeters dialated.
At the same time, Duncan and a nurse rushed in.
"Oh thank God! Are you okay?" Duncan asked.
"Yeah. Six centimeters." I chuckled.
"Okay, now how far a long are you?" The nurse asked.
"36-" I cut Duncan off.
"38 weeks. I'm 38 weeks." I said.
I couldn't look Duncan in the eyes. I just couldn't.
I watched as he punched a hole in the wall with his fist, & storm out angrilly.
(Trent's POV)
We all watched as Duncan came into the waiting room extremely pissed!
"Dude? What's wrong?" Geoff asked, as Duncan punched two holes in the wall.
"She cheated! It's not my kid!" He roared. Oh shit she told him.
"... You know you deserved it right?" Courtney said, scowling at Duncan.
"I really REALLY hate karma..." Duncan groaned, knowing she was right.
"Do you know who's it is?" Beth asked.
"No." Duncan sighed. Oh thank God!
"Who knew she was cheating?" Duncan asked.
Me, Noah, Leshawna, Geoff, & Courtney raised our hands.
"You knew!" Bridgette asked Geoff.
"Me, Noah, & Leshawna walked in on them making out!" He cried.
"What about you?" Duncan asked Courtney.
"She told me in the ambulance." Courtney said.
"Okay. Now who knows who the real dad is?" Duncan asked.
Noah and Geoff put their hands down.
"Excuse me." A nurse said, walking up to us.
"Your friend had a little girl. Six pounds, nine ounces. 20 inches long. The father needs to sign the birth certificate." She said, a clipboard in her hand.
We were all silent. No one moved, no one blinked.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, I got up, & walked to the nurse.
I signed my name on the birth certificate: Trent Emerson.
I looked at Dallas's name.
Dallas Rebecca Emerson.
"Can I see them?" I mumbled.
"Of course. Follow me." She said, as I followed her.
"I knew it! I fucking knew it! I'm gonna kill you! You and that little bitch! The only one who's gonna survive when I'm done with you guys is that fucking bastard baby of yours!" I heard Duncan scream.