Too Much Stress

Chapter 44

Back at the mall, Jubilee and Creed were about to go rounds in the mall, until Jubilee suddenly felt immense pain in her stomach and fell to her knees. Quickly Creed reached down and scooped her up in his arms.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked with a worried look in his eyes.

She gasped in pain, "Something is… Wrong…"

"Oh, shit! Hey, doc! You better get yer ass over here and do what I'm payin' ya fer!"

Immediately the doctor came rushing around the corner and went directly to Jubilee's aid. He took her pulse, checked her eyes, and felt her forehead. He then turned to Creed, "We better get her out of here and back to the Island."

"Is she?"

"No… She's not going to have the baby… Not yet at least."

"Then what is it?"

"Too much stress. What exactly did you say to her?"

"I ain't said nothin'!" with that Creed whirled around and left the mall with the doctor not too far behind. When they reached the boat, Creed gently place Jubilee down in the most comfortable area he could find.

"Mr. Creed." Spoke the doctor, "You are going to have to drive a bit more slower, we don't want to take any chances of her having a miscarriage this late in her pregnancy."

"How the hell can she have a miscarriage when she's this far along?"

"It's not unheard of, but when a woman is under a good amount of stress, she could possibly not only loose the child, but her own life as well."

"Fuck!" he glanced back at Jubilee as he backed the motor boat out of the port, then turned the boat around and drove towards the Island. It took about 3 hours to reach the Island at the pace that they were going, when they finally did reach the Island, Creed immediately picked up Jubilee and carried her to the house. He took her upstairs and laid her down in their bed, while the doctor went to fetch a bucket of warm water and a wash cloth. Creed stared down at Jubilee's sleeping form, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face, speaking gently, "Come on, Snow. Hang in there. I need ya around long enough to at least nurse our cub."

"Oh, great. I feel really appreciated." She muttered.

"You're makin' wise cracks, that's a good sign I guess."

"And you're a pain in my ass, so what else is new?" she tried to sit up, but Creed held her down.

"You collapsed in the mall. Doc said that you were under too much stress."

"Yeah, well that stress happens to be you and that doc you have following me around like some kind of lonely puppy."

Creed could sense that she was tensing up with more stress, "Easy, Snow. Otherwise ya might go into early labor. I know things ain't been easy around here, but I do want you to try and relax, okay?"

Jubilee sighed grudgingly, "Okay… But you better supply me with a better form of entertainment."

"Well…" he smiled mischievously, "We could always…"

"Hell no! We ain't doing that! You might poke the baby in the head."

Creed laughed and laid down next to her, "You worry too much."

"I have the water and wash cloth right here, boss." Said the doc.

"Thanks, doc. Go ahead and lay it down next to the bed and take the rest of the day off."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I think I've got things under control here."