"What's going on?" I ask, demanding really. "Is she ok? And what about the baby?"
"They don't know," he says but he's expressionless.
"Jazz, talk to me," I say and he sighs as he sits down. I sit down next to him and take the coffee that I made for him from Edward. I shove it in his hand and he sighs, murmuring a thanks.
He takes a gulp, swallows it and then finally, he speak. "She was so scared… she was in so much pain. She was crying; I hate seeing her like that. In so much pain…"
He is distraught, repeating himself as he tries to get us to understand.
"She told me that she was having contractions, but…" he pauses, his face crumbling as he squeezes his eyes closed.
"But what, Jazz?" I whisper.
He shakes his head.
"Mr Whitlock?" A voice says and we look up.
I know, I know. It was harsh of me. I'm sorry.
More tomorrow however... or rather... in around 7 hours. Good enough?
Thanks for the chapter Kitkat, but of course with your stories, I want more.
:D
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