All Signs Point to You Part Two by Navaura Campbell (uplifting books for women .TXT) 📖

back to her mom's and stay there. Her mom wouldn't mind letting her have the baby there. Besides, she hated being anywhere she wasn't wanted or needed. Inhaling sharply, she released her pent up breath and reached into the closet. Pulling article after article off its hanger, she folded it and put it in her suitcase.

Jordan closed the door behind him after exiting his mother room. Having released those tears helped him a lot. Going to the stairs, he was about to go down them, when something told him to go check on Denise. Turning back around, he went to the door of the room she'd taken as her own and stopped outside it. Both a shock and fear took over. She was emptying her things out of the drawers, after having taken the clothes out of the closet. He cleared his throat. She glanced up at him. "Hi," she whispered.

He put his arms across his chest. "Where are you going, Denise?"

She pushed her jeans down into the suitcase, "I'm going home to have the baby."

"Why?"

Denise inhaled, "Because, I'm not going to stay with a man who doesn't want me or the baby, that's why."

Jordan licked his lips, "I do want you and the baby."

"No, you don't Jordan, you made that clear four months ago and silly me, I stayed. Why? It's beyond my comprehension."

Jordan walked up to her, grabbed the suitcase and pulled it from her hands. "Please, stay."

When his eyes went to hers, Denise felt that familiar ache inside. He swallowed, "I love you and the baby, Denise. I'm sorry for everything I said. At the time, I meant it, but it's not what I want now."

Denise exhaled, "You're just saying that."

He shook his head no. "I mean it. I still love you, Denise."

Denise grasped her hands into knots. "Even if I am getting fat?"

Jordan raised a brow. "What?"

"I'm getting fat, Jordan."

Jordan grabbed her hand, "You're not getting fat." He grabbed her and pulled her close. Wrapping her in his arms, he said, "You may have put on a few pounds, but fat is not what you are." He took Denise to the door in the bedroom and pushed it close. The mirror attached to the back showed their reflection. Jordan standing above her. He whispered, "Look at you. You're beautiful."

Denise stared at her face, and then went down to her thighs, calves and feet, which looked like they'd grown a size.

"I'm fat, Jordan." She turned away from the mirror and stared at a side wall. "I look like porky pig."

Jordan smiled, "No you don't, De-De."

Denise nodded, "Yes, I do. I'm fat and gross looking."

Jordan shook his head no. "You look sexy. Fuller than what you were last year, but that's what to expect."

"Jordan, I'm a size ten." Denise objected.

"Well, it looks good on you. Look at those beautiful legs girl, they look better now than they did before."

Denise pulled away from him, "I don't need you to patronize me, Jordan. I look fat, sloppy, overweight and ugly."

He caught her hand and pulled her back to him. Pulling her into his arms, he picked her up off her feet, "Do I have to strip you naked and give you a preview of how sexy you look right now?"

Denise half laughed, half cried. She wasn't that sexy. She was a fat blimp. Jordan took her over to the bed and then laid her down. Grabbing her shirt, he pulled it above her head. She covered her chest with her arms. He stared her in the eyes, "Don't."

She kept them there. Jordan leaned down and kissed her mouth. She kissed him back, not realizing the hunger she'd felt. His kiss was slow and sweet. When he finished, her lips were tingling sweetly. He whispered, "You're not fat. You're beautiful."

Burying his face in her neck, he placed kisses there and then further downward to the top of her chest where her arms were crossed. Grabbing them, he pulled them apart and trailed kisses over her fingers and up her arms. "You're beautiful there." His mouth trailed kisses over her breasts, which had grown a size bigger. "Definitely here."

This caused a little giggle in her. She sighed and relaxed as he kissed her breasts, each one tender in his mouth. He kissed his way down her body, displaying his affection, love and sexual interest in her.

Denise was glowing when he finished, literally. It was like her body took on a life of its own, radiant and even more beautiful. She laid in bed, his arm wrapped around both her and the baby. He was running his hands over her stomach, the baby kicking him as he did. The last time he'd done that, she'd been sitting in a chair downstairs and watching TV when the first kick came. He'd been in the kitchen, making dinner when she'd screamed for him to come in the living room. He had felt the baby kick for the first time. That was a special time for her. The twinkle in his eye let her know that he was starting to adjust. Now, with his arm wrapped around her, his head in hers, and him playing with her stomach, she was even more convinced of his words earlier.

"Jordan." She stated.

"Yes?" He whispered.

"Thank-you.”

He kissed the top of her head, "I meant what I said."

"I know you do, but it was hard to know, considering you haven't really spoken to me in the last four months."

"I'm sorry. I just didn't know how to make up for what I said. I was ashamed that I'd said all of that. My words came out so selfish, greedy."

"Mine too. I'm sorry."

Jordan sighed, "We should be apologizing to Nick, he's the one feeling Neglected."

Denise giggled and rubbed her stomach. "Sorry, Nicholas." As if in answer, there was a little kick in her stomach.

Chapter Fifty Six

Diary,

I'm going to go any day now, the baby's going to be here at any moment. Jordan pulled me out of the guest room and put up the baby's crib in there. Mom went out and bought all of these clothes. There's so much clothes, that I don't think he'll need any for at-least the first six months of his life. There's a car seat ready to be used in the closet, there's even diapers and wipes on the changing table. I can't believe mom actually went all out to buy this stuff for him. Vicki brought him a ton of her old stuffed animals saying that she may as well contribute to the cause. I said well, how about getting him something he could play with now? Or even one of those mobiles that they place over the crib. She's got a job now. Working as a student hairdresser over at The clientele, a hair shop off of Brinkley Avenue, Downtown. I am really proud of her, because she's doing so well. She and what's his name have been seeing one another quite often, since graduation. So, it's been a good nine months since they first started dating. I don't know how serious she is about him, but mom says she doesn't think it's too serious. Nothing like how it is with me and Jordan.

Speaking of Jordan, he's been keeping busy. He says in a way having Nicholas really does help with the pain of the fact that his mother is dying, because he gives him something to look forward to. Having the baby makes death look so it's to bring a new life into the world. I told him that that's pretty cool, because he needs something to look forward too.

Well, that's all for now,

A very overweight, pregnant teenager,

Denise~

December 30, 2000

Diary,

My mom told me the other day, that some women can feel it when they're getting ready to go into birth. It's like a natural instinct. Well, I have to say that I do agree with her, because he's about ready to come. Two days earlier, but none the less, his butt's ready for this world. The problem is, how do I deal with this? I've never been a mom. I've never held a baby, let alone changed a diaper. Yet, here I am about to have my own.

 

January 3, 2001

 

 

Sure enough, Denise was right. Later that night, after she'd written the diary entry, she awoke with sharp pains in her stomach. Jordan who was asleep next to her, his body halfway off the bed was awakened by shoves to the shoulder. After three pushes, he opened his eyes, vision a bit blurry, tone still holding its sleep and whispered in a raspy voice, "What?"

She whispered, "I think the baby's coming."

Jordan blinked, "What?"

"The baby's coming." She whispered through clenched teeth as a sharp tightening in her stomach came. Jordan's eyes widened, "The baby's coming?"

She gasped, "Yes." She tried to exhale like she'd been taught in the books, but it seemed just as she was being relieved of one contraction, another one started.

Jordan laid there as a deer caught in the headlights, staring at the agonizing expression of pain on her face. He watched as she breathed in deeply and then released again.

"Stop watching me and go get the diaper bag! We need to go!" She yelled, clenching at the bed sheets. Jordan quickly pushed his body up off the bed and went into the closet. "The baby's not due for another two days, Denise." He stated as he grabbed the diaper bag, his shoes and a coat from the closet.

There was a sudden shrill scream as she felt an even more intense pain grip her stomach in knots and shoot the pain to her back. Jordan jumped, glanced over at her and watched wide eyed as she exhaled frantic breaths, trying to subdue the contraction. "We have to go now!" She yelled, her voice forceful. Jordan ran over to her, grabbed her hand to pull her up from the bed. A big mistake, three minutes later, just as they reached the door to the kitchen, another contraction hit and she squeezed his fingers so tight, he doubled over with her from the pain. "Ow, ow, ow, damn it, Denise!" He yelled, pulling his own fingers away from hers.

Denise turned her face over to him, "You, you're in pain! You jerk! get me to the hospital right now or else I'll drive myself!" She spat out.

He stared at her horror filled, wondering if this was how women always got when they had babies.

"Now, Jordan, we don't have all day!" She gasped, as that contraction subsided and she could resume her pace. Jordan, not wanting to crash into something due to her hysterical screams on the way to the hospital, took her to the back seat and tried to buckle her in. She pushed him out of the way, "Forget the buckle!" He was about to object, when she broke out into a blood curling scream as another contraction hit. He stood there in shock, while she clenched her teeth, and tried desperately to bear the pain as this one intensified, sending a pain as sharp as a knife stabbing through her stomach. Denise's eyes watered as tears came to and she felt a burning, "Oh, God, Jordan, please, please!”

He slammed the door,