CHAPTER 77

Emma got up and greeted him as always but he returned a poor hug to her and departed without another word. Aria followed him and she seemed uncomfortable, just by the way she was walking after him. 'What's wrong with him?" I asked Emma. She always had all the answers. 'He's upset. They must of had a fight," she answered. 'About what?" I asked. She didn't have the answer to that one. 'I have no idea." 'Trouble in paradise," Zenia butted in and we continued flipping through the magazines until we heard yelling upstairs and something smashing. 'Stay here," Emma said and made a beeline for the stairs. 'Evan! Evan!" she called. Her voice echoed throughout the house as she climbed the staircase faster and faster. I stood up and went to the footing staircase with Zenia behind me. 'What's going on up there?" she asked, curiosity burning in her eyes. 'Lets not invade their space. Aria must be acting crazy again." 'You think these things don't cost money! It's worth more than one of your concerts!" That was Evan's voice yelling at her. 'Oh break up with her. Please break up with her," Zenia said to no one and jumped up and down like a child behind me. I laughed. Oh how I would love it if he broke up with her. The yelling stopped. Emma must have put an end to it when she went into the room. Zenia and I went back to the living room and looked at television. After another fifteen minutes, Aria ran pass us, crying bitterly. Jasmine's POV *Three Months Later* I was definitely round like a ball. My C cup became a DD cup and my butt got huge. The baby's birthday was approaching so I had been preparing for his arrival. Evan and I went to parenthood classes and exercise classes together. They taught us how to be excellent co parents so it doesn't have a negative impact on the child. Evan engaged Aria and set a wedding date after the birth of the baby. He said he wanted his son to be apart of the wedding. I've learnt to accept his engagement and decided to move on with my life once the baby gets here. Evan promised to get a place for us and put money into an account for me until I can get back up on my feet and find myself another job. I was grateful for him, although I may not have him to myself. He was a very wonderful man, he was amazing and had a heart, even after I broke it. It was my fault for him wanting not another chance with me. I should of known better. I should of known Jessica Hills was doing everything to break us apart. She was in Evan's bedroom, but it was his bedroom at his parents' house when they were back in high school. She edited the picture with makeup application and breast enlargement to make herself appeared grown up and I was so blinded with rage and anger, I hadn't paid close attention to the background. I only read the caption she made on the picture and flipped out even more when I saw her hands on him at the Gala. I hated myself for quitting my job and walking away with Bradley's arms around me. I wouldn't of wanted me back if I was Evan so I don't blame him. There was only one person to blame. Me. I had just taken a bath and finished blow dying my hair when I accidentally peed on myself again. Sometimes, I just couldn't feel it until it travels down my legs. I stepped back into the shower and washed myself over. I towel dried my skin, applied lotion and wrapped my hair up in a bun. I wore a huge dress and sat down on my bed, listening to some smoothing pop music. I felt a sudden pain in my stomach and it wasn't the kicking type from the baby. I couldn't help but let out groans as I turned the iPod off and removed the earphones from my ears. I sat up and the pain came again, and again and suddenly I realized the area I had been sitting in was wet. 'Evan!" I managed to call out through the pain. As the approximate due date came, Evan decided he wouldn't be going into work. He wanted to be there for the birth of the baby. 'Help!" I called again and my room door was pushed open. 'I heard you calling," Doris, one of the maids said. 'Get. Evan," I said slowly and did my breathing exercise to bypass the sharp pains. In less than a minute, Evan rushed into my bedroom. 'Is the baby coming?" he smartly asked. I nodded yes. I managed to walk to the car with Evan and Fisher guiding me every step of the way. 'Hurry Evan! Drive!" I shouted from the back of the car when he tried to slow down for another vehicle passing by. 'WHEELCHAIR STAT!" a nurse shouted as she came up to Evan and I when we got into the maternity ward. I was placed into a wheelchair and pushed towards a private delivery room for the arrival of the baby boy. Evan jogged behind us. 'Jasmine Blackman. Evan Hollen. I'm Doctor Hughman and I'll be delivering your baby today," a friendly male doctor said to us as I was placed onto a bed.