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difficult time deciding if she
was having a Braxton Hicks contraction like she had last week. She tried to
remember what the book said about labor.
    “You’re lying. Let me in so I can help you,” Shane
begged.
    “Ahhhh,” she screamed out in pain. Her back was in
agony. When a contraction hit, it was like her back seized up.
    “Jazz, let me in, or I’m coming through the
window.”
    Jazz could be stubborn and stand there in pain or
she could open the door and allow him to help her. Plus, she knew that Shane
wasn’t bluffing, he would come through the window in a heartbeat.
    “Fine,” she said, moving off the door. Jazz held
the bottom of her stomach, gripping the side of wall to hold herself up.
    Shane didn’t know what to do. He had to stay calm
for Jasmine. Fear and panic were etched across her pretty face. “Do your
breathing exercises,” he said.
    “Uh-oh,” Jasmine said, when she felt the warm
liquid running down her legs.
    “What?” Shane’s eyes traveled down Jasmine, body,
he saw the clear liquid puddle at her feet. “Your water just broke! How far
along are the contractions?”
    “I know that,” she said, rolling her eyes. She was
happy Shane was there with her, but she was also angry that he was here.
Jasmine was already prepared to raise her baby on her own. “I have a bag for
the hospital in the closet, in the hallway upstairs.”
    Shane nodded his head and ran up the stairs. He
paused in his tracks when he passed a bedroom that was decorated in pastel pink
and purple, a white wooden crib sat against the wall decorated in cute pink
flower bedding. Above the bed, on the wall was lettering in pink block that
spelled the name Shay. He was having a girl and Jasmine picked the name Shay
for their daughter. It was the name that he and Sarah were going to name their
daughter.
    He went to the closet and grabbed an overnight
bag. When Shane walked by the room again, he couldn’t believe that Jasmine
didn’t tell him she was pregnant. Didn’t she think that he would have been
excited to learn about pending fatherhood? Running down the stairs it was
eerily quiet.
    “Jazz!” he yelled out.
    “I’m in here,” she said.
    Shane could hear music and splashing coming from
the bathroom. Walking into the master bathroom, he saw Jasmine. “Jazz, we
should be leaving right now for the hospital.”
    “My contractions are still far apart,” she said.
“The baby is not going to slip out just because my water broke.”
    “Jazz.” He knelt down in front of the tub. “I’m
going crazy with fear and you’re in here taking a bubble bath.”
    “I need to relax before I go to the hospital.” She
rolled her eyes, laying back on the terry cloth. Jasmine enjoyed the smooth
sounds of Boney James.
    “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked.
    “How did you find out?” she asked, peeking one eye
at him.
    “Long story,” he said. “Do you want me to contact
your mother?”
    Jasmine's eyes became huge. “No!”
    Those brown eyes reminded him of a time when he and
Benjamin busted Jasmine for underage drinking. “You….hadn’t told your family?”
He shook his head. “When were you planning to tell anyone about the pregnancy?
Were you even going to tell me?”
    “I don’t know,” she said truthfully. “I just was
kind of going with the flow.”
    “Going with the flow?” he chuckled. Shane felt
like pulling his hair out. “What were you going to say when you came back home
with a baby? Jasmine you’re so freaking selfish and immature. Do you hear
yourself? You didn’t think I’d want to know that I’m going to be a father.”
    “Why should’ve I told you?” she groaned as pain
seized her back up. “This is my baby, not Sarah’s!” Jasmine gripped the side of
the tub as she breathed through a contraction.
    “You’re getting out of this tub and we’re going to
the hospital.” Shane made a move to let the water out the tub.
    “I’m not ready,” she whined. “Some ladies don’t go
into