Watching her in that hospital bed brought me pain. As a parent all you could wish for is to take her place in that bed. I sat down on the sofa near her bed. I made sure she was given the best hospital room money could buy.

I covered my face with both hands with my elbows on my thighs. What did we do to deserve this?

“daddy?” a tired voice called and I looked up at her “could I have some water?” she asked and I nodded. she looked so tired, fragile and broken not the happy girl she was.no amount of money could fix this. Something was wrong with this pregnancy. Samantha never looked this weak in any of her pregnancies but then again Frank claims  its because of her age. Frank. What does frank know anyway? We should have gotten a better doctor.

I got her a glass of water. There was silence as she drank it.

“how are you?” I asked when she was finished

“tired and a little bit dizzy” she replied in a weak tone I sighed.

“how can I make this better for you sweetheart? What can I do to take away all this pain? How can I fix this? I asked in desperation but it was mostly directed to myself.

A tear escaped from her eye “kylie I didn’t mean to make you cry “ I consoled her

“I know daddy, but its all my fault, I was the bad daughter, I did the horrible things and you were always the one fixing things and paying people. Now I’m pregnant and you want to fix this too. You’re too nice daddy you deserve a better daughter”

I cut her off “no don’t say that! You’re the best daughter in the world sweetheart, you have no idea how much you mean to me and I am going to make whoever did this to you suffer, no one hurts my little girl!”

“are you talking about the person who stabbed me or the one who raped me?” she asked while drying her tears. It hurt as she said those words. How could I let this happen to her

“both”

“I don’t know who raped me but Chelsea stabbed me” she said her voice cold

“I swear that girl is going to know who the Fey’s are, and no one messes with us” I said angrily

She held my hand weakly “no daddy. I don’t want you to cause her any trouble. She won’t hurt me again, I’m sure of it just give her some warning but don’t do anything serious, she’s still in highschool and it wasn’t entirely her fault, I provoked her daddy. Promise me you won’t do anything extreme.” She looked at me with pleading hazel eyes just like her mother’s

I nodded “fine princess I won’t”

“you haven’t called me princess in ages”

JUSTIN’S POV:

I sat with Kylie in my arms on her hospital bed, she was talking of baby names “ I really love names starting with C or S but there’s so many to choose from, oh do you think I should give her my mother’s name as her middle name?” she asked looking up at me and I smiled “I don’t know kylie but that’d be nice” she frowned rubbing her belly I knew she was uncomfortable, probably in pain and I sighed

“you don’t have to think of names now babe, you have three more months and most people come up with names after they’ve seen the baby” I told her while stroking her shoulder gently

She moved in closer and said with a sad voice “yeah but there’s a possibility I might not see her face” she held back tears and it brought pain to my heart. I finally found the girl of my dreams, possibly my mate and I may lose her in three months

“hey don’t say that, it makes her uneasy doesn’t it. try to not think about the future, just focus on what’s going on right now okay?” she nodded and forced a weak smile

“I like Camille or maybe Cindy” I told her and she made a gagging face “no way I am not naming my daughter any of those!” she exclaimed but smiled

I  laughed lightly “why not its better than” the door opened and her mom walked in. she looked tired her eyes were puffy and it was obvious she’d been crying “justin, I want to speak to my daughter alone” she said slowly yet coldly. I turned to look at kylie and her eyes pleaded with me not to leave her but what could I have done?

I kissed her cheek and told her I would be right outside

KYLLIE’S POV(sorry I’m switching the pov’s a lot :

“mom what is it?” I asked when Justin left. My mom looked actually scary. Her ever perfectly styled hair was all over the place, her makeup was ruined and even her designer clothes brought her no justice.

“you told him didn’t you? You ruined everything?” she asked angrily. “told who what?” I had never seen this side of her

“your father! You told him about Frank, I told you to stay out of it but you end up being a pushy brat right when we started to get along”  she spat

“woah hold on mom, I haven’t told dad anything”

“well somebody did.” She sat down “I cant believe you’d go that far kylie,” her words carried a lot of hurt and my eyes stung with tears “mom what happened?”

“you know what happened, you were the only one who knew!”

I sighed “but I didn’t tell him mom why won’t you just listen”

“im tired of listening, you think you can ruin my life, wellim going to ruin yours”

“what are you talking about mom?” I asked in fear

“ever wondered why you’re the only one with brown hair in this family? Why you look so different?” she asked

“What’s  your point? And dad says I get it from his mother’s side of the family?”

“really? Do you seriously believe that kylie because I’m blond, your father, your aunt, jade, your brothers and even your grandmother’s blond yet I ended up having a brunette daughter?”

“what are you talking about?”

“I’m  saying your not a Fey, actually you’re a miller.” My heart raced and I prayed she wasn’t saying what I thought she meant

“what?”

“kylie darling, Carter Fey isn’t your father”

Who is her father? What happened to Grace and will she make it alive? Sorry I know you all want to hung me but I’ll update frequently

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