Smooth Jazz Ch. 08 Pt. 02

I am so sorry i submitted the edited version before chapter nine but it didn't get posted. I posted the rest of chapter 8 in the comment section for chapter 8 in case people didn't see that heres a submission of the rest of chapter 8...so sorry




CONNOR DROVE ON TO JAZZ'S HOUSE AND KNOCKED AT HER DOOR. He got worried when he didn't see her car in the drive. He went back to the car forgetting he could have easily called. He figured she should be back by now. He looked at his phone and saw that he had over ten missed calls from Marcelo. He quickly went to his voicemail. When he heard Marcelo's words he felt all the color drain from his face.

He rushed back to the car and began to drive towards the hospital. Incident, he kept replaying those words in his head. That could mean so many things. He couldn't believe this. He knew something was going to happen. They were too late and something had happen out of their control.

He knew he should have just gone with her today. He couldn't imagine what happened that Marcelo couldn't prevent either. The message wasn't very detailed and Connor wanted to call back but just focused on getting there as soon as possible. He was pretty sure he had broken a couple of traffic and speeding laws. When he skirted into the parking lot he was out the car and into the emergency room door in seconds.

As soon as he hit the door he ran passed the secretary as well when he saw Marcelo through the small windows on the door that was separating the lobby from the emergency rooms area.

"Sir! Aw hell, fuck it." She threw up her hands as he whizzed past her and immediately to Marcelo.

"Where is she? Is she okay? What the hell happened?"

"Calm down, she's stable. I tailed her to the hospital. I got out the car when she came out and argued with her for a while about her not telling anyone she was here. Then she started doubling over in pain and it was so intense she went into shock and passed out. They gave her some oxygen and have been monitoring her. She's awake."

Connor immediately calmed down. Jazz was okay. That's all he cared about. Now it was the mystery of why she was here and what the hell was going on? Connor patted Marcelo on the back and thanked him before entering the room to see Jazz sitting up talking to the doctor.

"Well your stable now. If you want we can monitor you for a few more hours but you're free for release. Unfortunately, hospital procedures you have to roll out of here in a wheelchair." Jazz nodded and then looked up and saw Connor.

"Is this your husband?" The doctor said and Connor came forward.

"Yes, is everything okay? What happened?"

"Well your wife was brought in because she was having serve cramps and went into shock. She's fine now but her stress levels are high and she's at risk for developing an ulcer which could be bad for the-"

"Doctor, please. I've really had enough for today. I'll be back in a few weeks and we'll talk then."

Jazz cut him off and he eyed her suspiciously. He decided not to get involved and left her alone with Connor.

"I'm sorry. I would have been here earlier. Like an idiot I didn't have my phone turnt up. Are you okay?" Connor took her into his arms and smoothed her hair back to kiss her forehead.

"Yeah I'm fine. I was just in so much pain."

"Do you think it's the stress causing those cramps, or your time of the month?" Connor questioned and Jazz started to feel uneasy.

"Can we just get out of here please," Jazz wanted to wait until they got home to talk to him about what was going on.

"Of course, I'll let you get dressed." Connor kissed her lips and then went outside to where Marcelo was waiting.

"She's getting dressed and then we'll go home. Thanks for taking care of her man." Marcelo didn't think Connor knew yet and decided to keep quiet. That was for Jazz to tell him.

"No problem. I got the prints. Call me tomorrow."

"Damn, good work. Sure thing," By the time Marcelo was gone and pulling off Jazz was ready to go.

JAZZ WALKED IN THE HOUSE AND WENT TO THE COUCH. Connor followed her and sat across from her. In the car she had said she wanted to talk. He knew they needed too. The doctor said the stress was getting serious. He was going to have to kick things into full gear to figure this all out.

"So can you explain to me why you were at the hospital in the first place, without letting anyone know?" Connor leaned forward and Jazz leaned back.

"Listen Connor, I've been stressed for a while and it hasn't just been because of all this William crap. I haven't had my period for some time. I've been nauseated and just feeling weird."

"So what are you saying?" Connor scooted forward even more.

"I went to the doctor to see if I was pregnant, and I am. I'm five weeks pregnant to be exact." Connor stood up at her words and walked over to the window in the living room, putting his hands through his hair.

"Are you serious?" Connor turned around to meet her watery eyes.

"He said the blood tests are pretty accurate Connor." Jazz felt her chest become tight. Was that anger in his tone? This is exactly what she feared, his rejection.

"You said you've thought about this for some time right? When exactly were you planning to tell me Jazz?" Connor was hurt. She had deliberately kept it from him.

"When I found out if I was or not, I didn't want to worry you. I didn't want you to think that I was when I wasn't."

"Bullshit Jazz, you didn't tell me because you don't trust me, you don't trust us!"

"I do trust us! But I wasn't going to make things even more complicated when I wasn't certain myself!"

"Yeah, that's good Jazz. It's all about you. I've been busting my ass trying to figure this shit out. I've been losing, sleep, hair; shit my sanity trying to figure out how to make you happy. How to make things right, and this whole time all you've been doing is keeping secrets and lying to me!"

"I appreciate everything you've been doing. I think about everyday how you've saved my life and everything you and Marcelo have done. I haven't lied to you about anything but this one thing and as soon as I found out I was pregnant I planned on telling you baby. I swear."

Jazz stood and walked towards him. She reached out to him and for the first time he pulled away.

"I don't know if I believe that. How do I know this is your first doctor's visit? How do I know you haven't known this for god knows how long, tell me the real reason you didn't let me know Jazz. Just be honest with me."

"Fine! You leaving soon has something to do with it. Just thinking about being pregnant and alone scared me. Also I didn't want you to think I was trying to trap you or trick you into marrying me."

"That's ridiculous Jazz. My career is flexible as it's going to be at this point. Even if it's not we can work it out, it's not impossible. But you've already made up your mind about me. How do you know I wasn't already thinking about marrying you? You're so caught up in me hurting you. I'm not William Jazz."

"I know that!"

"I can't tell! Look at how you treat me. I don't know how to prove to you that I love you and I'm willing to do anything for you and to be with you."

"Except stay,"

"What do you want from me?" Connor braced his teeth and walked towards her.

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he was asking for more than he could give. How could he tell her or explain to her all the confusion about her whirling in his head? He didn't want to go over sees and leave her alone.

He didn't want to die. Still, he wanted to protect his country and he felt he had a duty to his men and his commanding officers too. He had invested so many years into this; it had become all he had known. How could he give it up? He was crazy about her, couldn't she just see it.

"I want you to leave me alone." He looked into her eyes and saw the tears swimming in them, and about to fall. He tried to hold her close to him but she denied him this time and turned away.

"Jazz, I can't leave you like this."

"What's the difference between now and two months or so from now," Jazz knew that one hurt as Connor stepped back from her. Jazz felt the tears run down her face.

"Listen baby I'm sorry, I just need you to trust me Jazz. I need to be able to trust you and know that we love and believe enough in each other to see this through."

"When you look at me, I need you to see me and not make me pay for the mistakes of a man that has nothing to do with me."

"I don't want this anymore Connor. I need you to go." Jazz felt her words burn in her throat. This was her best defense. She needed to push him away to protect herself.

"Jazz, don't do this to us. You don't mean that." Connor grabbed her fiercely and kissed her unmoving lips.

"Connor, please leave." Jazz turned away from him gripping and rubbing both her arms. She told herself that she was doing the right thing. She pushed the pregnancy far from her mind. She knew she wasn't being rational.

"Please," She choked on her tears and he damn near fell apart himself.

"Jazz,"

"Connor go!" He backed away and walked out the door.

CONNOR WALKED BACK INTO HIS DOOR AND PACED. He screamed and punched a wall, what he used to do when he thought of his mother. The anger and confusion boiled inside him just like in the past.

How could he expect that he would fall so fast? He was tumbling with his eyes closed, and blindly reaching out for her. And she was always there. Always ready to listen and be his support. Now she was pushing him away.

"Fuck!" He braced the counter, and after hours of calling Jazz with no answer he gave up. He dragged himself up to bed and tried to sleep and found himself restless. It was almost three o'clock in the morning, and he knew he wouldn't find sleep. He stayed awake and pondered one question...What the hell was he going to do?