Chapter eight
Summer came and it was time for the baby. I was scared I wouldn't live through childbirth.
Thoughts of Lori came to my mind. Would I die during surgery? Would my son or daughter never know me?
But when my water broke the day after the fourth of July, I somehow knew everything would be alright.
Dr. Stevens came to the apartment immediately after Rowan(a girl that was watching me that day) sent for her . And under the circumstances, Dr. Stevens did the best she could.
"Keep pushing Andrea," she said calmly.
I knew deep down she was as scared as I was. If something happened to me or the baby...Philip would kill her. I heard him say as much. So both of our lives were in danger.
Philip was on a supply run when my water broke and honestly it was a relief that he was there standing over me. Him hovering over me was the last thing I needed.
Six hours into labor , he showed up.
"Welcome daddy, "Dr. Stevens said as I took my last push. Suddenly there she was. My beautiful daughter covered in bleed.
"The Governor is going to give her a bath, I'll clean you up, and then you can see your daughter," she said as I heard her cry.
Several hours later, Philip finally brought Jasmine to me. She had big baby blue eyes like my sister's, light brown hair like her dad, and the sweetest little face I couldn't stop kissing.
"She is perfect. You did good," Philip said smiling. I knew in that moment, he never let me go.
Never.