Warning: Contains racism! (Not too extreme)
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Jacqueline bit her lip as she felt a contraction come on. She was having her first child and she was in excruciating pain.
"John, where are you?" she asked as she struggled to keep warm.
Jacqueline had gone into labor in the middle of the city. She had been out shopping. Despite her phone calls, he had yet to answer.
She turned around at the sound of somebody stopping in front of her.
"Jacqueline?" a man asked. Despite her pain, she was still cautious.
"Who are you?" she asked, protecting her belly as best as she could.
"It's Michael Manna, you know Lisa Moretti's husband?" he asked.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"Hospital, Lisa just had our first child, a healthy 11 lb girl, Anabelle Rose," he replied. Jacqueline looked at him.
"Would you drive me to the hospital? I'm having contractions and my husband is no where to be found." She told him. Michael looked at her.
"Hop in," Michael replied. Jacqueline quickly got in the car and shut the door with a loud slam.
"How far apart are the contractions?" he asked. She held a finger as she experienced another one.
"Two minutes," she replied.
"Two minutes? How long have you been out there?" he asked.
"About an hour, but I've been having irregular contractions all day," Jacqueline said. She muffled a scream as a contraction came on suddenly.
"Jack, hold it in as long as you can, we're on our way," Michael said.
"Where is John?" she asked.
"What? You don't know?" he asked.
"No, he dropped me off at 12:30 and told me to call him, when I was ready to leave," she said.
"Its 5:30 now, where is he?" Michael asked.
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"Let me out! I'm telling you I'm not responsible for that fire! I am not the serial arsonist!" John exclaimed.
Right after dropping Jacqueline off, he had been stopped and arrested for being a suspected arsonist. Now, he was getting 545 pages, which meant Jackie was in labor and needed him to get her.
"My wife's in labor! I'm going to miss the birth of our first child!" he exclaimed.
A police officer looked at him.
"Likely excuse, Mr. Layfield," he said. John punched a wall in frustration as his cell phone went off again.
"Don't I get one phone call?" he asked.
"Yes, you do, I'll let you out to take it," the officer informed him. He led John out to the phone.
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Jacqueline sighed as her phone rang.
"Hello?" she asked, curious about who was calling, due to the fact the caller ID read "Houston Police department"
"Jackie, it's me, John! I need help!"
"Where are you?"
"They've got me in lock-up"
"One second," she said as she felt a contraction begin.
"Contraction?"
"Hell yeah!"
"They've got me in lock-up!"
"Why do they have you in lock-up?"
"They think I'm the Houston arsonist!"
"We'll be right there!"
"What do you mean by we?"
"I'm in the car with Michael Manna,"
"Ok, ask him to bail me out"
"I plan to tag along,"
"You're in labor!"
"John, do you want to spend the night there?"
"No!"
"We'll be right there, I need the
address and the amount of bail"
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John sighed as he hung the phone up.
"My wife is coming with my bail," he informed the officer.
"We might have to contain her for questioning; the arsonist always has a female companion,"
"A black woman?" John asked.
"Yes," the officer replied.
"She's in labor," John said quickly.
"Right and she's coming to bail you out, my wife's had eight kids and would never bail me out in labor," the officer said.
"Our wives are totally different; you don't know my Jackie," he said.
"Your Jackie? Boy, your wife must be stupid, where'd you meet her? Burger King?" he asked, laughing. It angered John to hear Jackie being degraded.
"Actually, we met at a wrestling match," he said. The officer looked at him.
"My husband, we've come to bail my husband out!" Jackie exclaimed as she burst in.
The officer turned around and with a ridiculous grin said, "Ma'm, we'll have to keep you for questioning, concerning the arsonist"
"What? I'm in labor!" she exclaimed. The officer snickered.
"Really? I'm suppose to believe a white man would marry a black woman? That's against the bible!" he exclaimed. Jacqueline grasped Michael's shoulder as she doubled over in pain, with a contraction.
"How far apart?" Michael asked.
"Minute and a half," she replied, tears forming in her eyes.
"Can I bail them out?" Michael asked.
"No, you're being held, too for being an accessory to arson," he said.
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Twenty minutes later… Jacqueline let a loud moan as she had another contraction.
"WHAT ARE THEY HOLDING US FOR?" she asked.
"He thinks we're arsonists. How far apart are the contractions?" he asked/
"Thirty seconds; John, it looks like our little Devonny is coming whether we like or not," she told him.
"Devonny? That's unusual; where did you get the idea?" he asked.
"I read a book called "Prisoner of Time" ©. The main character is a woman named Devonny Victoria Aurelia Stratton. Our little one reacted so strongly when I mentioned the name, we took it as a sign, her name is Devonny Victoria Aurelia," Jacqueline replied.
"Virgil, your shift is up," a female officer said.
"I caught the Houston arsonist and his accomplices!" Virgil exclaimed.
The officer had just had a baby and recognized the signs of labor.
"Virgil Wyatt Smith, you bigot, those aren't the arsonists. That woman's in labor!" she exclaimed.
Jacqueline let out a loud scream as she experienced the strongest contraction ever.
"Ma'm, I am horribly sorry. That man is basically racist," she said as she went to unlock the door.
"Call an ambulance," John said.
"Jamie, you can't let them out. She's not in labor," Virgil said.
Jamie looked at them and mouthed, "Don't worry,"
Jacqueline moaned again.
"Where were you last night?" Jamie asked.
"I was in the hospital all night with my wife. She had our first child early this morning," Michael told her.
"We were in the hospital all night, because they were monitoring irregular Braxton-Hicks contractions," John said.
"Impossible, she's not pregnant," Virgil said and to prove his point, walked up to her and slapped her.
While Michael was struggling to hold John back, Jacqueline crept over to the toilet and gasped as she realized her water had broken, and the head was coming quickly.
"John, it's time, she's coming, whether we like it or not," she moaned.
"Call an ambulance," Michael said as he went to aide them.
"Virgil, call an ambulance and give me your jacket," Jamie said as she rushed to help her.
"No, I am not giving her my jacket," he said.
"Jacks, it's alright, her head's almost here," John said. Jacqueline pushed again.
Five minutes later… All of Jacqueline's hard and painful work was through, the second she heard Devonny cry.
"Now, Virgil, will you call an ambulance?" Jamie asked as she set Devonny on Jacqueline's chest.
"No, I don't believe that child should the station alive," he said. Jamie looked at him. "It is against God!"
"No, whatever you do, don't kill my baby," Jacqueline pleaded.
Nobody saw Michael quietly texting a message to Mark "Undertaker" Calloway. He was their last hope.
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"Mark, your cell phone is going off," Sara, his wife, muttered half-asleep.
He picked up the cell phone and read the message. After seeing that message, all he could for a few moments was gasp.
The message read like this: M.C, SOS, Hostage in Police station; JL had baby; Officer Wants it killed, Won't let us go. HELP! Houston Police Department main, MM
"Sara, I'll be back," he said.
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Mark pulled in front of the Houston Police Department. He gasped when he heard a gun shot.
Picking up his phone, he quickly dialed 911.
Ten minutes later… A squad car pulled in front of the department. Mark was pacing, because Jacqueline Layfield was his best female friend.
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"You shot your partner!" John exclaimed, outraged. Jacqueline was now crying softly as the body of Jamie, the kind female officer lay in a pool of blood, next to her.
"Now, nothing will stop me from killing that baby now!" he exclaimed, a wild look in his eyes. He aimed his pistol at the helpless infant and began to pull the trigger.
"NO!" Michael exclaimed as he threw himself in the path of the bullet.
"Michael, God, please let us get out of this alive," she silently prayed. She turned her head at the sound of Michael moaning in pain.
"He shot me in the leg!" Michael exclaimed. At that exact moment, dozens of officers stormed in.
"Thank God," John said. Virgil aimed his gun and was about to fire another shot. As the sound of fire resided through the station, John took the bullet for his wife and new child.
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Jacqueline looked down at her daughter. At the last moment, they had changed her name to Jamie Rose, in honor of the officer who had died trying to help them.
Two days had passed since the shooting and all three of them were haunted by nightmares of the disaster.
Jacqueline looked at Jamie as she nursed. She couldn't believe what she had learned about the officer.
Her name had been Jamie Rose Pinkerton. She was on her first shift after the birth of her daughter. Like Jacqueline and John, she was a member in an intra racial relationship. Because of that, Virgil Smith hated her.
John was in critical condition and although, his chances for survival were good, they knew anything could change.
"Oh Sweetie, you're a miracle, Doctors told us we'd never have children and then, you survived an ordeal that left a great woman and man dead," Jacqueline said.
Michael had passed after the shot had passed through his lung. He had literally drowned in his own blood.
Virgil Smith was up for two counts of first-degree murder, and was a candidate for the death penalty.
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