Thanks, Jeremy Shane. =)
Okay, so I own nothing here. Maybe the concept but again, I don't really know. I just own Jackson Ryan Oliver. Haha, okay. Here's your chapter.
{Jade}
I sat there, in bed. Tired. Exhausted. Basically wiped out. The door opened. I tilted my head, thinking it was Andre. But it was Beck. Beck? What was he doing here? So late anyway? He couldn't have even called. Beck must've known I gave him the death glare. He knelt beside the bed, kissing my hand and apologizing profusely. I just pursed my lips and held in my emotion like I always do.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Save it for your son. When in a few years, he'll ask what his birth was like, you won't know." I snapped. Beck sighed.
"I'm sorry, Jade. I got-"
"Distracted? No shit. Beck, I don't know how you could've screwed this up. Did Vega bite Mr. Dick Clark too hard?" I asked. Beck blushed and rolled his eyes.
"That's not important. The important part is Nathan is born and I'm sorry and..." I cut him off.
"Wait. Nathan?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.
"Uh, yeah. Nathan. Remember. We talked about this before we broke up. We both agreed on Nathaniel Davis Oliver if it was a boy; Ariana Elizabeth if it was a girl." I laughed and scoffed. Beck was such an idiot.
"Did you really think I'd stick with the name we chose after your girlfriend told me you wanted our son aborted?" I hissed. Beck stood up, covering the baby's ears.
"Hey! Don't say the 'a' word around him! And yeah. He's my son, Jade." I sneered, knowing of my filthy deed.
"Doesn't say so on Jackson's birth certificate." I said with an evil smile. Beck stumbled back, in shock. He couldn't even wrap his mind around what I had done.
"Wha-Jade! What did you do?" I reached over to my left and pulled the piece of paper off the table, handing it to him. Beck stuttered idioticly. "Wha-oh my-Jade! How could you? Andre? You made Andre the father on the birth certificate! And who-who chose Jackson Ryan?" he exclaimed, panicked.
"Andre." I said happily like nothing was wrong. Beck fidgeted childishly and finally, punched the wall across from me, crying and screaming. He kept wailing 'how could you' over and over. I just cocked my head and pursed my lips. "You weren't here to see the birth of your son. You didn't care. Andre did."
After a few seconds, Beck recovered and glared at me. "No way. No way will my son call Andre his father."
I shrugged, "He's not. If you're going to be a part of his life. I just put it on the birth certificate to spite you." I said. Beck sighed a sigh of relief; but then Andre busted in the room, asking if everything was okay. He stared at Beck and the bruise in the wall. "Yeah, everything's fine." I said, holding Jackson closer to me. Andre turned to Beck.
"You should probably leave. You saw your son. I don't want you hurting Jade or Jackson." Beck sneered at Andre and held out a hand calmly.
"Wait. Can you just wait? Let me hold my son and then I'll leave." Beck said, slowly walking over and taking Jackson out of my arms. He cradled Jackson gently and then handed him back to me. He slowly left the room but not before turning and staring at us in the doorway. "This isn't over." he sneered, stomping away.