Fast forward to my water spills, Asher runs to get mom and dad, and they rush me to the hospital.
Asher holds my hand and I squeeze it tightly as I push the baby out.
"Something's wrong, I can't see the baby's head," a doctor says but everything's blurry.
"Sir, please exit the door. We're going to have to do a C- Section," the doctors escorts Asher and my parents out.
Sweat, on my forehead.
Something's wrong, my head keeps replaying.
After that, the darkness takes me.
____________________________________ Twenty two minutes later
I wake up to see Asher and my family smiling down on me.
"Where's Logan?" I say, remembering what had just happened.
The male doctor with blonde hair that I've never noticed before has him in his hands.
He hands him to me first then we pass Logan around the room.
He's such an angel.
Heyyy, sorry my mind is literally shutting down
YOU ARE READING
The Bad Boy Isn't So Bad
Non-Fiction"I'm the person who's bed your gonna end up in baby doll," he says, his eyes burning holes into me as I get my books out of my locker. "Fuck boy," I mumble. "Sorry what was that?" he asks. "I called you a fuck boy, now get lost," I say.
