Pregnant For My Bully

Jason Davenport

I’d heard from dad that Amelia was due in two weeks. I was a little worried because I still hadn’t saved up enough to get that cot. But I believed that I would have before two weeks.

Bill had hired a second farmhand and assigned me to train him. So I was at the store more now. Meaning more tips. And more tips meant more money.

I smiled, knowing that I could finally afford the cot soon.

As my shift drew to am end, my phone began to ring. It was a cheap one I had paid Bill a few bucks for. At least it works.

My brows puckered as I saw that it was dad that was calling. He usually only called in the evenings when he knew I’d be off work. Quickly I picked up.

“Hello?” I put the phone to my ear.

“Jason.” Dad’s voice was frantic.

My heart skipped a beat. “Is something wrong?”

“No, no,” He reassured me. “Amelia just went into labour.”

I nearly fell of my seat. “What, when?”

“I just drove her to the hospital.”

When I didn’t respond, he continued.

“Hey, buddy. Don’t panic. Just breathe. I’ll text you the address. Come whenever you want to.”

I nodded although I know he couldn’t see him.

And then the line went dead.

I took a few deep breaths and raced all the way to the farm to inform Bill that I’d be leaving.

Although I promised him that I’d be back, he insisted on paying me off. “Just take it. I have a feeling,” He said and smiled.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I don’t know about your past, Jason. But you’re a good kid. Go on,” He placed something in my hand and winked.

With that he waved me off and I stood, staring at the one grand in my hand.

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“What is he doing here?” Dani Daniels asked dangerously when she saw me walk into the waiting room.

I swallowed.

After the last time, I might be a little scared of her.

“I’m not here to cause any trouble, Dani-”

“Take my name out your filthy mouth,” She spat, moving closer to me and sizing me up.

“If you do anything stupid, you won’t make it out of this room alive,” She whispered in my ear and walked back to her seat.

Adrian watched me from across the room, a sour expression on his face, but didn’t utter a word.

My heart ached. I had a lot I wanted to say to him. But for now, we were here for Amelia.

I turned round as I felt someone staring at me, and I came face to face with Amelia’s grandmother. I couldn’t read her expression but it was enough to make guilt wash over me.

I remembered everything I had said to Amelia about her grandma and I felt like disappearing into the earth.

I held back the sob that threatened to escape my lips and said a small prayer for the presence of my father.