Chasing Champions

Rought times, and two miracles

Layla POV:

It had weeks since my mom had come to my house just to verbally attack me and things haven't been good. I was and still am so upset and stress she was going to come back and hurt both of my babies that it was affecting the baby I was carrying. I was now being highly monitored to make sure the baby and I were as healthy as possible. I was laying on the couch with my hands pressed lightly into the underneath of my bump. Tears of happiness fill my eyes as I felt our baby girl moving around and kick. Everytime I felt movement I wanted to cry in relief, that knowing everything as of right now was ok. I was 7 months along now and was nearing the end slowly but I was still scared. Scared I was going to lose my precious little bundle of joy, and I knew if that happened it would not only destroy me but also Jett. While he loves and adores our son so much, he had told me he had always wanted a little girl. He wanted his own little princess and I wanted nothing more then to give him that. I hear the door open and close and I look up to see Jett walking in from practice and I smile at him. He smiles back as he sits down next to me and kisses me sweetly. He pulls back slightly and whisper,

"Hey, how are my girls?"

I smile and rubbed my stomach as she kept kicking and say,

"Very very active for the past hour. At least she isn't kicking my bladder anymore like she was. But I think it's because she missed her daddy."

The smile that lit up his face when he heard that warmed my heart. My whole body felt warm as he leaned down and started to kiss my swollen stomach all over. He wraps his arms around me and rests his head on the top on my bump and starts humming. I run my hand through his hair before I hear noise coming from our sons room. I sigh as I knew our peaceful moment was over, I tap Jetts shoulder and he sits up. I go to stand but I struggle a bit but I finally get onto my feet. I see Jett frowning at me in worry but I smile and go to Rhys room and see him sitting up in bed. When he sees me his face lights up and makes grabby hands at me. With a giggle I pick him up carefully and hold him to my chest as I attack his faces with kisses. He starts laughing and squirming ever so slightly as he puts a hand on my mouth and blocks me. I look at him in mock hurt and ask,

"What is this? Ryry doesn't want mommy's kisses anymore? Imma cry now!"

He giggles and curls up and tucks his face into the side of my neck. I rub his back as I carry him back to the livingroom and as soon as he sees daddy was home he starts mumbling,

"Dada, dada!"

Jett smiles and stands up and gently sweeps him out of my arms and starts to fly him over his head. The sound of my boys laughter sounded through the house and I loved it, and I couldn't wait till our little girl was joined into the mix. I rest a hand on my bump as I watch my boys be together and I realize that even though my mom almost caused me to lose my little girl it didn't matter. Because I still and will always have her, because like hell am I letting anyone mess up my family.

Jett POV:

I think everyone was a bit tense right now with Layla being 8 and half months pregnant and due pretty much any day. I was watching her every move seeing as she had been having braxton hicks like crazy the past few days. She has been miserable the last 2 weeks, cramping, hicks, morning sickness was back and she said she feels like a whale. She was paler then normal and she felt warm this morning and I was worried something was wrong.  I don't think I could handle it if anything happened to either of them. I had taken today off of training even though she insisted she was ok, I just had a feeling that I shouldn't leave her alone today.

As we lay in bed in silence watching tv I couldn't help but miss our son with us. He was with my mom for the weekend because she agreed that Layla and I needed a few days to just relax before we bring our little girl into the world. I brought out of my thoughts as I heard a pain filled whimper come from Layla next to me. I see her curled up on her side as she was rubbing her lower abdomen with her face twisted up in pain. A cold wave of fear washed over me as I sit up and place one hand with hers and the other on the side of her face as I hurriedly whisper,