The Ex Who Stole My Delivery Room - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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The contraction hit like a tidal wave, stealing my breath as I gripped the hospital sheets. My swollen belly tightened painfully, and I clenched my teeth, forcing myself to breathe through it.
Where the hell was Harris? He was supposed to be here—holding my hand, telling me I could do this. But no. He was off playing hero for his ex-lover, for someone else's child.
Thank God for the elderly woman who'd found me doubled over on the sidewalk. Without her, I don't know how I would've made it to the hospital.
I scanned the sterile room, panic clawing at my throat. The nurse adjusted the monitors, her brow furrowed. No movement. No reassuring kicks.
She hurried to my side, voice tight with concern. "Ms. Darcy, I need to check the baby's heart rate. Try to relax, okay?"
I nodded, but my thoughts spiraled back to Harris. Did he even care? Was I just an incubator to him?
The nurse avoided my eyes, her hands unsteady.
"What's wrong?" I demanded. "Why do you look like that?"
She hesitated. "I… I shouldn't say. But you need to prepare yourself."
Ice flooded my veins. Before I could press her, another contraction ripped through me, stealing my voice.
Hours later, after the brutal C-section, they told me to walk the halls. My legs moved on autopilot until—
Harris's laugh. Light. Playful.
I froze outside the cracked door. A woman's voice—Cindy's—joined his.
My fingers trembled as I pushed the door open just enough to see.
Harris cradled a tiny baby in his arms, grinning like a fool. Not our baby. Hers.
Betrayal burned through me. He'd abandoned me in agony, only to sit here, cooing over his ex's child like it was the happiest day of his life.
"She's perfect! What's she gonna call me, Cin?" he asked, bouncing the infant gently.
Cindy beamed. "You're her godfather. If you're okay with it… maybe 'Dada'?"
Harris laughed—bright, unguarded. "I love it. Dada it is."
The knife in my chest twisted. He'd never looked at me like that. Never sounded that happy.
Then his eyes lifted.
Our gazes locked. The room went silent except for the baby's soft gurgles.
His smile died. "Darcy. You—what are you—?" His gaze dropped to my flat stomach. The color drained from his face. "Wait… did you…?"
"Now you ask?" My voice cracked.
He shoved the baby at Cindy and lunged up. "Let me explain—"
I stepped back, tears hot behind my eyelids. "No. There's nothing to say."
I turned on my heel.
"Darcy!" His footsteps pounded after me. "You've got this all wrong!"
But I was already gone.
Where the hell was Harris? He was supposed to be here—holding my hand, telling me I could do this. But no. He was off playing hero for his ex-lover, for someone else's child.
Thank God for the elderly woman who'd found me doubled over on the sidewalk. Without her, I don't know how I would've made it to the hospital.
I scanned the sterile room, panic clawing at my throat. The nurse adjusted the monitors, her brow furrowed. No movement. No reassuring kicks.
She hurried to my side, voice tight with concern. "Ms. Darcy, I need to check the baby's heart rate. Try to relax, okay?"
I nodded, but my thoughts spiraled back to Harris. Did he even care? Was I just an incubator to him?
The nurse avoided my eyes, her hands unsteady.
"What's wrong?" I demanded. "Why do you look like that?"
She hesitated. "I… I shouldn't say. But you need to prepare yourself."
Ice flooded my veins. Before I could press her, another contraction ripped through me, stealing my voice.
Hours later, after the brutal C-section, they told me to walk the halls. My legs moved on autopilot until—
Harris's laugh. Light. Playful.
I froze outside the cracked door. A woman's voice—Cindy's—joined his.
My fingers trembled as I pushed the door open just enough to see.
Harris cradled a tiny baby in his arms, grinning like a fool. Not our baby. Hers.
Betrayal burned through me. He'd abandoned me in agony, only to sit here, cooing over his ex's child like it was the happiest day of his life.
"She's perfect! What's she gonna call me, Cin?" he asked, bouncing the infant gently.
Cindy beamed. "You're her godfather. If you're okay with it… maybe 'Dada'?"
Harris laughed—bright, unguarded. "I love it. Dada it is."
The knife in my chest twisted. He'd never looked at me like that. Never sounded that happy.
Then his eyes lifted.
Our gazes locked. The room went silent except for the baby's soft gurgles.
His smile died. "Darcy. You—what are you—?" His gaze dropped to my flat stomach. The color drained from his face. "Wait… did you…?"
"Now you ask?" My voice cracked.
He shoved the baby at Cindy and lunged up. "Let me explain—"
I stepped back, tears hot behind my eyelids. "No. There's nothing to say."
I turned on my heel.
"Darcy!" His footsteps pounded after me. "You've got this all wrong!"
But I was already gone.
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