Southern Admirer

December 22nd

An hour later Shane stood in front of Jazz’s bricked townhouse. He wondered how she could sleep with all the noise coming from across the street. The community she lived in was still under construction. There were only four buildings in the whole subdivision. He pressed the doorbell and waited for her to come to the door. The locks on the door disengage.
“Hello.” The door swing open. Jasmine stood there in her pajamas, shock was written across her beautiful swollen face. Shane’s eyes traveled down to her very pregnant belly. “What….are you doing here?” she asked.
“Why are you pregnant?” he barked back at her.
“Because of you,” she snapped. “Go back to Texas,” she said, trying to shove the door in his face.
“No,” Shane said as he put his feet into the door. “Ouch! Jazz just talk to me.”
“There is nothing to talk about,” she mumbled.
***
Jazz didn’t want to hear anything that Shane had to say. How the hell did he even know where she lived in the first place? The only person who had her address was her mother Dena, and she knew damn well he didn’t get it from her. Damn him and his sexiness.
“I know you’re having my baby,” he shouted.
“Go away please.” She was going to continue to shove the door until it closed. She hasn’t seen Shane since the night they had sex. You mean the best sex in your whole entire life. Jasmine thought.
“We both know I’m not leaving until we talk,” Shane grumbled. “I will sit in my car until you come to your senses.”
“Shaneeeeee.” Jasmine gasped when she felt a sharp pain in her back.
“What’s wrong?” he said.
“Nothing,” she lied. Jasmine tried to remember how to breathe through the pain. She was having a 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 was 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 eerie 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 we 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.”