《the mr and mrs : e.d》twenty two
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ethan dolan
four months later
"Get these damn babies out of me!" Jordyn yelled as she was walking from the kitchen to the living room. "I can barely walk two feet!"
"But you still look great." I kissed her forehead and then sat down next to her.
"Shut up." She muttered, annoyed that she still had a big belly. "I'm fat as fuck." She threw her head back on the couch.
"No, you're not." I leaned over and placed my hand on her belly.
"Fu-" She leaned forward and winced in pain. I placed my hand on her back as she was having her contraction. "I swear to God, if these babies don't come out soon-" She punched the couch.
"They'll come soon."
"They were suppose to come out a week ago." She grew more mad. "I'll pull them out if I have to."
"Yeah, we're not doing that." I lightly laughed and stood up. I know it's really not funny when she's this mad, but c'mon...
She let out a large sigh, letting me know that the contraction was over. She leaned back on the couch and propped her legs up on it as well.
"Are you okay if I go shower real quick?" I place my hand on her shoulder and she leaned back to look at me.
"It's okay." She smiled. "You stink anyway." She kissed my hand and I laughed.
I began to walk up the stairs and into our bedroom. I stepped into the bathroom and began to take off my shirt and other clothes.
It's been pretty quiet around here ever since Grayson and River were able to move back into their house. Vivian had moved in with her baby daddy along with their new baby. None of us knew the name, we were just aware that she had it.
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It was a pretty shitty move for her to do that to Grayson and River. What kind of mother leaves their child? It's just complete bullshit.
Grayson's been telling us that he's been doing really good, though. He's actually happy that Vivian's gone. He's glad that there isn't some unresolved tension in the air. He's starting fresh and he's happy about it.
They've come over a couple of times over the past few months, but they've been busy. Grayson has work everyday and now he has to work twice as hard to keep everything up financially.
We've offered to help by taking care of River while he's at work, but he continues to decline since we have two babies right around the corner, which is absolutely MADNESS!
I had turned the water on warm and hopped in. I began to put some shampoo and conditioner in my hair to get all of the dirt out.
Our babies were suppose to come out a week ago, but they clearly want to stay with Jordyn. It's making her go absolutely insane, she's sick of the pain. I just feel bad, I can't do anything about it.
I began to wash the soap out of my hair and began to clean my body. It's hot in California so I just feel really gross all of the time.
Everything for the babies was set. The nursery is ready, the toys are ready, they clothes are ready. Everything is in its place.
We decided for when they're little babies, we're going to have them in the same room so it's easier for us. Once they get older, into their toddler years, we're going to let them have their own rooms.
I just needed a quick shower so after about seven minutes, I turned the water off and began to dry myself off with a grey towel.
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I walked out of the bathroom with the towel around my waist. I walked towards our closet, but stopped by the cracked open door.
"Jordyn, you doing okay?" I yelled and heard no response. She probably fell asleep or she's watching something on the TV and can't hear me.
I shrugged my shoulders and walked into the closet. Jordyn currently hates to leave the house when she's this pregnant, so I offered to go grab us some dinner.
I pulled up some black jeans and just threw a plain white t-shirt over my chest. I grabbed my phone that I tossed on the bed earlier and headed down the stairs.
I looked in the living room and Jordyn wasn't in there anymore. On the floor I say pillows on the floor, the blankets were all messed up and the cushions weren't pushed into the couch all the way.
"Jordyn?" I yelled through the house and didn't hear a response.
I walked towards the front of the house to see if she maybe went for a walk and took her shoes or something, but they were still here. The door was wide open though.
My heart started to beat faster, Jordyn just wouldn't leave with no shoes and leave the door completely open while I'm taking a shower. She doesn't even like to go outside right now.
I closed the door and hurried back into the kitchen to see if she left me a note or something. Or even a text message.
Right on the corner of the kitchen island, there laid a piece of white paper with some black ink on it. I picked it up and began to read it with a heart that was about to pound out of my chest.
Hello, Ethan..
Miss me?
- Josie
"Fuck." I said under my breath. I tossed the paper down on the counter top again. I began to pace around the room, not knowing what to do in this situation, again.
I pulled out my phone as my hands were shaking like crazy. I tapped Jordyn's name and held it up to my ear.
"Ah, Ethan." I never thought I'd have to hear that voice ever again.
"Let her go, Josie." My voice was trembling.
"Now why would I do that."
"Please, she has nothing to do with this. She's carrying our children, please don't hurt her." I begged.
"Babies, huh?"
"Josie, I'm begging you, please don't hurt them."
"Well, this just changes everything Ethan. I'll talk soon." She hung up the phone. I brought it down from my ear.
"Shit." I whispered and ran to my car keys.
I don't know where I was about to go, but knowing that my wife and my future children are in danger does not sit well with me.
I have to do something. Fast.
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