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I noticed the slight twitch again and moved my hand down to run over her stomach again. “Are you okay?” I asked her for the second time that night, and she managed to nod her head.

“Can you get me a glass of water? I think I’m thirsty.”

“Sure thing.” I hurried out of the room.

When I got the water, I rushed back upstairs, but just before I pushed the door open, I thought I heard a soft gasp from inside. I rushed into the room to see Jenna holding her stomach with her face twisted.

She looked like she was about to drop from the chair she was sitting on.

“Jenna!” I rushed toward her, letting the glass of water in my hand drop to the ground. “Are you okay?” I looked into her eyes, which had already been engulfed in pain.

She winced and let out a soft gasp. “I think the baby is coming,” she said breathlessly.

“What?” I gasped and looked all over her body.

My heart was starting to race because, at that point, I had no idea what to do. I’d known that this time would come; I’d thought of all the possibilities to usher it in, but I’d never prepared myself for what I would do.

“Does it hurt? Shit! I need to take you to the hospital.” I was running helter-skelter, especially realizing I needed to help her get to the car.

Grabbing my car keys on the table, I called for help. Luckily, Emma heard me from downstairs and came rushing in.

She was equally as surprised as me, but unlike me, she looked calm, maybe because she knew what to do. “We need to get her to the hospital.” She put her hand on Jenna’s lower back, then lifted her off the chair.

As soon as she sat up, I noticed a clear liquid pouring out of her, which worried me even more.

Chapter 25 - Jenna

My body felt numb, and I found lifting my fingers difficult.

My eyes were shut tightly, and I could not make out my environment. The only thing I took note of was the slight throbbing in my lower abdomen and the banging in my head, which didn’t feel like they were about to stop anytime soon.

I gently opened my eyes and gasped when I realized that I was lying in a hospital bed. It looked like a delivery room.

I gazed around the delivery room, enjoying the sterile yet comforting atmosphere. The walls were a soft, calming blue, and the white floors gleamed. The room was filled with medical equipment, beeping machines, and wires snaking across the floor. The air was thick with the pungent smell of antiseptic and the salty, metallic scent of blood. I could taste the tang of fear and excitement in the back of my throat.

I looked to my left and noticed Feliks seated there with a worried look on his face. His hands were resting on my legs, and it seemed as though he was saying a prayer for me. It made me smile because he appeared cute.

His eyes widened, and his spirit lifted when he realized I was awake. He was seated on a stool beside me. He stood and came to kneel in front of me.

“What can I do to help you?” he asked, his eyes searched my face.

“What happened?” I asked him. I was still finding it difficult to understand how I’d gotten here.

Feliks opened his mouth to reply, but before he could, I looked down at my stomach. My baby was gone.

I placed both hands on my stomach immediately. My heart sank deeply into my stomach. Then, I remembered that I had heard the cry of my baby before passing out. I also recalled going into labor, being rushed to the hospital, and then trying to push the baby out.

The struggles and pain I went through replayed in my head. I stared toward the empty crib by my side. My head began to spin, and my heart rate doubled.

“Where—where is my baby?” I whispered with shaky lips.

“You mean our baby?” he smiled and sighed. He didn’t look sad anymore; I wondered if that meant that there was hope.

I decided to repeat the question since he hadn’t responded. It scared me that he seemed to have ignored it intentionally.

“Oh . . . he’s . . .”

Before he could answer, a nurse walked into the room, carrying a baby in her arms. Immediately, my heart lifted in excitement, and I felt like jumping up.

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