The Professional Prostitute

Chapter Thirty Seven

Chapter Thirty Seven

Two days later, I found myself back home. The past few days had to be the most scariest ones I've ever had.

"You okay?" Will asked me for the tenth time that day.

"If you ask me that again, I swear I'm going to beat you to death." I growled as he smirked.

"You want me to take everything upstairs?"

"Well wouldn't that make a lot of sense, seeing how I just gave birth." I replied sarcastically.

"Look Jas, you can stop being Super Bitch. We're home now. Everything is okay so there's no reason for you to keep acting like this." he said sternly.

"Excuse me? I have every right in the world to act this way. I just been through the scariest experience of my life and you can stand here and muster up the audacity to speak to me as if I'm a child?!"

"Scariest experience of your life? You're not the only one Jasmine!" Will yelled as I rolled my eyes. "Stop acting like a selfish, stuck up bitch! You're a mother now, start acting like one!" he yelled carrying the baby bags and the car seat up to the nursery.

"Where do you think you're going?" I asked as he grabbed his jacket off the back of the couch.

"Out. Don't wait up." he said slamming close the door.

"Waaaah! Waaaah! Waaaah!" I heard from upstairs. I took off my sweater and made my way upstairs.

How dare he? We just got home and already he was on his way out? Will was so lucky I was recovering.

"Don't worry, mommy's here." I said as I picked up the tiny little girl from out of the crib. I changed her pamper and sat down in the little chair against the window, as I breast fed her. I stared at her for a while after that, admiring her features. "You are so perfect." I said as she stuck her tongue out of her mouth making little spit bubbles. She looked so much like me but I could see Will in her too.

How was it possible that we could make something so precious and beautiful? It was truly amazing how life worked.

I rocked my daughter to sleep and laid her down in her crib. Hopefully tonight I'd be able to get some kind of sleep. I hadn't slept much while I was in the hospital because of Will's incessant need to have the baby in the room with us at all times.

I took my time walking to the bathroom, careful not to rip my stitches. I was so sore from the actual birthing process that I was forced to walk like a little old lady. I slowly bent down and turned on the water for is bath. I needed to relax.

The sound of my daughter woke me for the 8th time that night. I threw back the sheets to the bed and looked at the clock. It was 3:37 in the morning. I looked over to Will's side of bed. He still hadn't come home. I made my way into the nursery and fed her before falling back to sleep.

"Babe, why are you on the floor?" I heard Will ask. I opened up my eyes to see him holding the baby, looking down at me.

"She keeps crying. What time is it?"

"5:23."

"You're just getting home?" I asked rubbing my eyes and stretching.

"I don't want to argue with you anymore. This is a new experience for us both. Let's try and get accustomed to this new lifestyle." he said, his eyes boring into mine. I could see that he really did want us to be able to be a family.

"Waaah! Waaaah!" she cried as I stood up.

"Are you gonna teach me what to do?" Will asked stepping forward.

"Only if this means we take turns." I said as he laughed.

A/N: Sorry this is so short. I'm posting this chapter up now and Chapter Thirty Eight should be up tomorrow afternoon/night. You're in for a load of surprises that'll leave you breathless! Vote/comment/fan! I may have to delete and repost in order to enter this into the Watty Awards 2012, because Wattpad cannot re-rate my story and I may have to change the title and do some serious editing, but that won't be until story is completed, which is about 15 or 20 chapters away. No biggie!

Also, once this is done, there will be a sequel but I'm going to take a break for a while before I began. Not sure if it'll be a spin off or not, depends on what I plan out.