"Leana-" I was cut off by a sharp slap to the right side of my face. Why I decided to come talk to her was beyond me. I stared her down for a good few minutes before shaking my head, muttering under my breath while I grabbed my house keys and wallet.
"I don't understand, Jimmy. We can finally get our lives back on track. You can leave that little tart and that bastard-"
"Now hold the fuck up." I cut her off. This was my fiance and my unborn child she was talking about, my anger was at its boiling point as is and she just turned up the temperature. "That is my soon to be wife and my fucking child you're talking about, Leana. Do you realize how unbelievable you fucking sound right now? I mean fucking really? Meadow has helped me through so much and all you fucking care about is having me back on your damn arm. You never cared from the get go. You're a washed up internet porn star, who can't dress herself out of a wet paper bag! Jesus Christ! Who the fuck are you anymore? This, this is not you! This is not the person I knew back then. You're a fucking ugly stranger to me." I looked at her in disgust, trying desperately to find any source of hope that she would snap out of her little day dream and forget about there ever being a future together anymore. I was with Meadow. I had a child on the way. I didn't need this shit. By the time I was done yelling at her, Leana had tears down her face. The one face I thought was beautiful, too beautiful for any trace of sadness. The very same face that I couldn't even look at right now. "Don't call me, don't come looking for me, don't go near my fiance, and stay the hell away from my fucking family, you two bit, white trash, STD ridden, pathetic excuse of sperm your mama forgot to swallow." I spat, feeling like the weight I had been carrying being lifted off my shoulders as I walked out of that nasty place once and for all. I needed the fresh air, that much was for certain as I walked down towards Meadows truck. Finally deciding to turn my phone on, the thing had a sudden caniption with several missed calls and texts from the guys. Checking my voicemail, it was mostly Val screaming about Meadow.
"Wait a minute..." I pause for a second before it finally dawned on me. Meadow. The baby. I don't think I could have sped fast enough to the hospital if I wanted to. My heart was about to burst out of my chest as I rushed into the lobby area, "My fiance is in labor." I say breathlessly. The nurse looks at me like I had grown an extra head, "Is she here with you or did you leave her at home, sir?" She asked, making me feel like a total idiot. "No, she's here, my friend..erm...well..-"
"James fucking Sullivan! You get your ass over here right fucking pronto!" I turned my head to see a red faced Val standing next to a much angrier looking Matt. Shit.
I give the nurse a small, sheepish smile before I walk over to the couple, trying my damnedest not to make a wise crack at how much of a gorilla Matt resembles at the moment. You know, like one of those really angry looking silver back gorillas? Beating on their chest and what not-
"Where the fuck have you been?" Val screeched in my ear as she pushed me into the elevator.
"I had to go take care of something, I didn't know Meadow was gonna go into labor today!" I could at least try and defend myself. But for some reason, when you try to do that against an angry white girl with a fresh manicure, your best bet is to just shut up and listen. But nooo, not me. I had to open my mouth some more. "Besides, I'm here now aren't I?"
"You should have been fucking home, Jim. You don't know how fucking scared Meadow is right now, it's fucking unbearable to hear her cry right now. This is her first kid. What would you do if the father walked out on you like that, huh?" There was the gorilla head again. I couldn't help it, though they were right. I should have been home rather than 'taking care of business' with fucking Leana. Of all people. "How did she get here then?" I asked, looking at Matt first, the glare from Val was enough to burn my skin. "Johnny after Val got off the phone with her." He filled me in, almost like he was trying to stay mad at me even though he just wanted to be at least a little bit relieved that I was there now.
"I heard her cry out when her water broke. You're lucky we weren't talking on the phone before it happened, otherwise she'd be in some serious trouble." Val added, giving me an eye roll before the doors opened. I sighed softly, walking out to follow her down to the room the hospital put Meadow in, and already, you could hear the painful whimpers coming from her.
"Is he here?" I could hear her ask once Val entered first.
"Yeah, baby, I'm right here." I answered quickly, rushing over to her side.
"Good, good, because," That was the second time anyone has slapped me in the last half hour, only this time, it stung worse than the first. "You ever take off like that again while I'm carrying your child I will fucking castrate you and make you eat your precious wedding tackle, you fucking feel me?!" Meadow yelled as she balled her small fist into my shirt. You gotta hand it to her though, she had a good arm, as well as the best threats. All I could do was nod my head at her with wide eyes, trying my best not to shy away from her. It was like a switch went off. She was mean and hateful one minute and the next she was hold me to her, apologizing for hitting me in the first place. Oh pregnancy is so fucking weird.

Everything seemed to be moving so fast because once second I'm by Meadow, holding her hand and trying to calm her down, and the next, they have her bottom half hoisted up, ready to deliver. I don't know how women do it. I really don't. All that blood and...fluid. It was just...It's all too fucking much for just one guy! Val on the other hand was coaching Meadow as she pushed and pushed...and pushed. I was just instructed to keep holding her hand, and her leg while she did so. My curiosity was peaking again when I heard 'I can see the head.' Never do this when you have a weak stomach. Whoever said child birth was beautiful needs a serious mental evaluation. And I mean fucking stat.

With one more push, the doctor had my child against his chest, using a suckage bulb to clean out their air ways. We still didn't know the sex. Until now.

"You've got yourself a healthy, baby girl!" He exclaimed, the first cries of my child greeting my ears. I was usually never one for tears or anything like that, but I broke, holding Meadows head to my chest once the doctor gave our daughter to her after cutting the cord. "Oh, look at her...just, look at her.." I whispered, trying to suck it up and be there for my woman instead of being this blubbering mess, but that precious being sitting in her arms, staring up at me was too much for me to handle. I could hear the collective 'awe' in the room at the little reunion of new parents and newborn child. This was my child. Mine. With the person I loved. All of it. Mine. Who knew a second chance could turn out to be like this?

Notes

Safe to say, this is the last chapter for this story. BUT DON'T FREAK. There will be a sequal. Don't think of me as mean, I wouldn't leave you guys hanging like that. I really do appreciate you guys and your comments, it's unreal on how much of you like this. But here is the last chapter of Call Me Crazy.