Over Him... (Sort Of)

JADA POV

With everything going on I couldn't settle for being someone's second best. He clearly wanted brooke. Not that he said this. But from his actions it says it all. I was hurt. When I left him home I was in tears. Even driving back to my place I was in tears. But I sucked it up and continued living.

Felt good to be in my own space again. I haven't told anyone I was back. Just wanted to be left alone. In the meantime I've been trying to stay busy. Didn't want my unwanted emotions getting the best of me. So I bought a crib. I was currently on the floor trying to assemble it myself. But that wasn't working.

My door bell rang. Hmm no one knows I'm back. Slowly walking to the door I looked through the peek hole. It was Chris' mother.

I opened the door. She smiled "hey! Just wanted to make you were okay. Chris told me you went back home!".

"I'm fine, thanks" I said.

She raised her brow when she realized I was holding a screwdriver "I would ask... but".

"I'm trying to put the crib together. And no, not the one you got. That's at your sons home" I said.

"Chris should be here putting up the crib. Not you!" She said.

"I'm good. But thank you for stopping by" I smiled.

"Jada, look I like you as a person. You are sweet. Do I think you fit good with my son. Definitely. But I'm trying to figure out where his head is" she said.

"Look if you think I'm going to keep your granddaughter away from you. I'm not. Neither with Chris. I'm not that type of person" I said.

She smiled "I didn't think you would". She waved and went on her way. Looking back at this mess of a crib that was on my bedroom floor. I didn't want to admit I needed help. The one person I could count on at this moment was one person...

Moments later "damn Jada what the hell did you do?". I smiled "I tried". Chasity shook her head "you are so lucky I called out today". We both went to setting up the crib. "You couldn't call Chris to do this? Isn't this his job as the father?".

"I'm not sure if I'm ready to speak to him" I said.

"You will have to eventually. I mean it's not like he wouldn't come and help" she said.

I shrugged "but... I have you here now helping me". She smiled "you lucky you're pregnant. Otherwise I would decline".

"Then I wouldn't have called you" I joked.

She nudged me laughing.

"It's crazy how as a human being how we can't understand why someone doesn't want us. You know we try so hard for that person to see us in that way. But then when you wake up it's too late" I said. Chasity frowned "look everything will be okay. Chris is the one missing out. Just try and worry about becoming a mommy soon. What you have less than a few weeks?".

I nodded.

"There you go. But I will just say this. Do not keep Chris out of this pregnancy. Text him letting him know when you have doctors appointments. Keep him in the know. That way he doesn't think your scorned or upset. Even bitter" she said.

Blinking at her cause she was right. Grabbing my phone I texted him...

"Just informing you I have an appointment on Friday. At 10". Putting my phone to the side while we both finished up this crib. Once we were done the finish product was beautiful. "Now that's a crib" chasity said.

Hugging her "thank you for helping me".

"No problem but remember what I said" she warned.

I nodded "oh before you leave. Don't tell Paula I'm back. I don't even need that stress right now".

"I won't say anything" she smiled. Walking her out the door and to the elevator. Waving as the doors shut. Hearing a thump I looked to see my door closed. Great. Running to the door and trying to turn the knob but it wouldn't open. Why?!.

Holding my phone...who has a spare to my place? Thinking and thinking. My dad does but he's on vacation. Can anything else go wrong today? Before I even finished that thought I felt liquid between my legs. Panicking... I made my way down to the lobby.

Hailing down a cab... which that took a minute to get but one stopped for me "to the hospital and step on it!" The driver glanced at me and realized what was going on.

We made to the hospital less than twenty minutes. I was in pain. The nurse came out with a wheel chair. My nerves were all over the place. I was alone. Not realizing my phone was on three percent. By the time I was in the room the phone was dead. This has to be the worst luck.

"Miss can you call someone for me?" I whined. Writing down the number on paper "just call this number and explain what's going on! Thanks!".

Hopefully the person answered the damn phone or I'm giving birth alone today.