Chapter 4 Pregnancy, A shocking News

Violet POV

Nine months laterI sat beside father, taking spoonfuls after spoonfuls of ice cream as he typed away furiously on his laptop with his face pulled into a tight grimace. It had been like this for the whole pregnancy period, I had been unsuccessful in my job hunt so much that after thirty or so rejections from different companies interviews even when my qualities far precedes the job description.

Father had been so worried about me when I had told him I was pregnant the first months, the

first thing he asked was this and I quote.

"Who is it?" He had asked that special evening and my face crumbled.

"It's not Justin but father I don't know" I told him truthfully and he had given me the biggest

genuine smile of all times before he pulled me into a hug.

"Great that it's not that bastards" he whispered and I laughed.

Now, we literally spend all our time together unless he had an important meeting that I shouldn't partake in.

"Father" I suddenly called out and he hummed and I pouted.

"Father" I called again and he hummed again and I lashed out with a mischievous grin, throwing a spoonful of ice cream into his face.

He paused mid type and raised his finger up to scoop up the ice cream then glanced at me

before sending it hurtling back to my face, getting me in the eye perfectly and his uproar of

laughter rang around the living room–I pouted.

"Fine, you wi- fuck!!" I exclaimed as a sharp pain sliced through me and father was by my side in

seconds.

" Are you okay? Do we need a hospital?" He asked with worriedness and I smiled."I don't think so, it's pas– oh fuck!!" I screamed out as another one sliced through me, much

more painful than the first and dad immediately scooped me into his arms and ran outside.

"Leonard, get the car out now" he yelled out and soon our car drove to our front and dad

entered before he drove off.

Throughout the drive, these pains kept on coming, far apart and more painful than the last,

every single time.W e soon got to the hospital and was assigned a room but the nurse left after

giving just one instruction after I was checked.

"The contractions are still far apart, when they are two minutes or three at best apart, then we

can go ahead, before now, bear the pain" father had been livid and had tried to go after the nurse but I held him back.

"They know what they're doing father." I whispered through strained breath as I struggled to breathe through the insistent pain.

She came back a few hours later while I was freaking ready to pass out and she gave me a

fucking smile.

"We believe you're ready now, Miss. I have informed the doctors and midwife needed for your birth to go safely and they would be her- oh there they are"

she exclaimed at the end and I rotated my eyes to find two female doctors coming to me.

They gave me smiles before they ushered father out and we began the game of push and pull.

By the time the first kid came out, I was ready to be done with it until the nurse with them screamed with joy.

" Another baby"

"Push" they all yelled and I gathered what last strength I had in me to push out the last child, I

never checked the ultrasound to know how many kids were there.

We wanted it to be a surprise and it really was because all I had ever seen during the ultrasound was just on a moving foetus, how the heck did it turn to two.

And as I gazed at the two screaming bundles of joy in the arms of the nurse, I smiled with

happiness and that was the last thing I remember before I lost consciousness.

When next I woke up, I found father resting beside my bed, he was napping and I didn't want to disturb him but he must have felt me shift because his eyes snapped open instantly and he drew me up to give me the biggest hugs ever.

"You did so good, young lady" I groaned and he laughed at these names long ago."Sorry, young mother"and I smiled, we had agreed on

"You named them, what?" I asked with eagerness and he smiled.

"Denise and denephew" he teased and my eyes widened before he laughed.

"That was a good one father" I bumped his arm lightly.

"There are two boys, Jared and Jason" he smiled and I grinned. Jared and Jason were the

names father had wanted to give to his sons if he ever had any and I teared up with the

realisation that he was taking my children as his own.

"Those are two beautiful and cute names but you still need to come up with another so they

don't come at you when they're five.

" Father laughed before nodding.

"I had felt this type of fear once, when your mother birthed you.

My young daughter has grown into a woman"

dad's voice was filled with choked tears and I smiled tearily.

"Where are they?" I asked.

"The nurse took them to clean them up" he responded and I scrunched up my eyebrows.

"Since the birth?" I couldn't help but ask and he nods, his face taking on a thoughtful look.

"Now that you mention it, it has been quite long" he said then stood up to ring the bell to alert

the nurse but before she could, someone pushed open the door aggressively and the nurse rushed into the place. Eyes glancing all over the place then landing on me and my father and she crumbled with fear.

"You don't have the kids?" She asked with fear lacing her every word and I was immediately

straightening up, feeling fear begin to tangle and squeeze at my heartstrings.

"What do you mean by that question?" I asked lowly.

"You took the kids last, where are they now?" Father asked with confusion.

"I.. I was with them but when I went to get some baby wraps for them from the assigned ones, I

returned to find the cribs empty.

"My whole world tilted on its axis as I fought to understand what the nurse was saying.

"You're saying that my kids –

" I trailed off intentionally."

Someone must have taken them, in alerting the whole hospital. This is all my fault" it damn well

was. Fear paralysed me to the bed, right where I stood as I slowly tried to grasp what was being

said before me. She was making calls and alerting the hospital but I was too busy trying to hold myself from falling apart. These kids belonged to me, I had no quarrels with anyone so who must have taken my kids from me, pain sliced through my heart and this wasn't like the physical ones from the contractions.

No, this one burrowed deep within my heart and stayed there, constantly reminding me of how I

lost my two kids before I could hold them.

And then I screamed, and screamed and cried and walked like a mad banshee in the loose,

standing up from the bed and rushing out of the hospital room to go search for my two kids.

I cried out as I ran everywhere, seeing no trace of them. People stared with pity in their eyes as

I ran around the place and soon father grabbed a hold of me and took me home.

The hospital apologised but what could that possibly do to help me, at home I collapsed in the living room and cried my heart out.

I considered the fact that maybe Justin found out about the pregnancy and wanted the kids in

case it was his but ruled it out quickly because I knew Justin never wanted a child and would

never go to such lengths for one.

Pain split my chest open and I could somehow feel my heart bleeding profusely as I wailed,

father and Leonard tried to comfort me but it did nothing in the areas of help. I wanted my kids

back.

"We will find them" father tried to reassure me but his voice did not sound as convincing as he

was trying to make it sound and that had another fresh bout of tears trailing down my cheeks.

"They're gone" I cried out, choking up on the "word" gone the pains deep within them.

As I squeezed my fists to my chest, hoping to alleviate

"They're gone" I whispered again, hoping it not to be true as I gently brought my legs up the

couch to my cheeks.

"You need to be strong, young lady" Father said and I felt my heart prick again.

"Young mother" it was supposed to be a young mother. Was this how a mother feels when their

kids are lost or dead?. No no no, I cannot let this happen.

And that was when my phone rang loudly but I ignored it, it rang insistently and father took it out to answer it.

"We have the kids" filled my ears from the phone and I sprang up as a cold chill raced down my spine.