I ended up staying in the hospital for three weeks.

The baby's movement had begun to slow sometime during the night of the third day after I had been admitted into the hospital.

This caused the doctor to stop administering the magnesium, which also had been causing me to throw up a lot, especially after I had eaten. I felt weaker than before each time. The medication was changed to another, which allowed me to keep down my food, and regain my strength after a day or so.

Tanya, Leah, and Rosalie visited a lot with their significant others trying to keep me company after finding out where I was. It was alleviating that they showed up while Masen left for work. Even though they sometimes ended up hovering over me, in attempt to make sure I was more comfortable.

They all pussyfooted on the topic of the baby's dad and his absence from the room— not to mention the last few months.

While I told them he had been present when everything happened. I avoided telling them what had actually gone on between us to save his ass from my friends' wrath. I may be unsure of how I feel about his piss poor excuse but, there was no need to submit him to Rosalie, Leah, and Tanya's anger. Even if he did deserve an ass chewing.

Surprisingly, Masen had tried to convince me earlier that morning that he could work from the hospital, but I encouraged him to go back to work, if only for a few hours, so I could try to wrap my head around the situation.

I knew he was lying. We both were. If I had simply called him when I found out or allowed Jasper to tell him, we wouldn't be in this situation.

Though who were we kidding? He knew where I lived, it had been six, almost seven months since we slept together. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what happened. He simply wasn't interested in me. I could live with that, I would.

What I couldn't do is know that my son one day needs a father, and ask about him. This way, at least my baby boy will have two parents that love him, and that is enough for me.

~oOo~

For the next three weeks, I found myself sleeping a lot.

The doctor monitored my well-being closely, checking for any changes.

When he was satisfied that nothing had changed within the last three weeks. I hadn't dilated anymore, which was a good sign, and there was no increase of protein in my urine which was also a good sign.

He allowed me to finally go home— with some restrictions, of course.

One, I was now on complete bed rest, only allowed to stand to go to the bathroom and showers.

Two, I had to get checked the following Monday morning.

Three, I had to take some nifedipine. Twice a day.

Four, and most importantly, I wasn't allowed to be alone, and I most certainly wasn't allowed to get stressed out.

This placed me in a very bad predicament for a couple of reasons. One, I lived alone. Two, I owned and ran a bakery, and I couldn't just drop it. It was my first baby. Three, what the hell was I going to do.

With that being said, I was royally screwed.