Author Note: I know this chapter is short and the next part is quite big but I felt like this was the best way to break it up
My due date is in a few days. I cant wait to see my son. I bet he will look just like his father…Jason was in Bridgeport for the next week. He had a few interviews and a concert lined up. Wouldn’t it be amazing for Jason to be there when his son was born?
I got the car packed up and leaving the girls with the butler and nanny and said I would be back in a few days.
The cramps started up when I was still less than an hour from home. I could still turn around but maybe this was a sign; My son wanted to be born when his Daddy was there with me!
I was just outside of bridgeport when the pain became unbearable. I saw signs for a hospital…I needed to get there. The radio static found a signal and it seemed to be the local news.
“Allen Zayne and his wife Helena have just welcomed twins into the world. Allen has just posted the following tweet “Prince and Princess, Born 8th November 6.24pm. They are my world.” Isn’t that just lovely Richie?”
I was at the hospital now. But I don’t know how I got here. I was taken to a room. The midwife helped me give birth. My son cried but when they laid him on my chest he looked up at me with baby blue eyes. I was his mother. I was. I was. I was…
I was driving in the opposite direction. Going AWAY from the hospital. The baby was wrapped up in blankets. Did they let me out already? I parked the car and picked up my son. He looked like he was just sleeping peacefully, but he was cold. Why was he cold? why didn’t he have a heartbeat?
I thought back to when I was heading to the hospital. That Zayne person! They were at that hospital. It must have been the hospital! They must have switched the babies. My son was alive. He was definitely alive!
It wouldn’t be fair to allow somebody else to raise my baby boy. And it wouldn’t be fair on that poor woman to not know her child is dead. And I need my son back. Yes. My little Gabriel. Don’t worry baby mummy is coming.
I looked into the face of the child, He was very sweet but he looked nothing like Jason or myself. He just wasn’t my son. But I couldn’t really take my child and leave their dead one…I would bury him! Bury the baby and write his mother a note.
I drove for a bit, going further from the city hospital until I was in a small village, It was snowing now. But there was an overgrown field full of windflowers. A perfect place to lay a baby to rest.
“Goodbye little man, lets hope you meet back up with your parents some day”
Now I just needed to write the letter and get my son back. I needed to fix the Doctor’s mistakes. My son belonged with me. And that poor family need to know the truth.