BABY STUFF

Jay POV What if I never get to see my baby boy again? What if he never gets to see me again? I cry myself to sleep every night praying God gives me my baby boy back! I almost have enough save just 2 thousand more and I’m done. Every since the day my baby boy was taken from me has been hell, and before I die I will see him again. I wanna watch him grow up! I wanna see him! I want him to call me mommy. I remember his first words were ma-ma then his first steps I still have the baby books. These thoughts just made me cry harder. Ten it started raining which made me cry harder, Chase hates thunderstorms, he would run in my room and hide underneath my blankets and wrap his little arms around my waist and cry. When he was done crying he would draw circles on my belly button. I got up and ran put the door with the girls calling behind me. I kept running and running until I bumped into someone and landed on the ground. I didn’t bother getting up as the rain pounded on my back. I just laid there and cried as the stranger put his jacket over me and picked me up. I looked up to see a boy about my age, I couldn’t really see his face. ??: Are you okay? Jay: *shakes head no* ??: is it okay if I pick up Before I could answer I blacked out, I could hear voices calling my name I think it was the girls and then I heard distant sirens and screams for help, then everything went quiet. ————————————- Wtf? Happened? What’s wrong with Jay?? Oh lord!