Hi guys! It's been a while since I have written a story. My mind just went blank. I couldn't think of single thing to write. Well now I am back with a new idea and I really hope that you guys enjoy reading it and review it.

6 months ago on January 23rd I married the love of my life. I love this woman more than I ever thought was humanly possible. She is my best friend, my soul mate. I just sigh as I hold her soft fingers. Her wedding ring looks amazing on her finger.

"Do you want something to eat? You haven't really eaten."

I look up to see a nurse beside me. I think her name is Laura. I just shake my head. "I'm not really hungry. Thanks though."

She frowns and puts her hand on my back. "She's going to be ok sir." She tells me and walks out of the room, closing the door behind her.

That's sweet of her to say but how can she be sure? How can anyone be sure? The doctors, my friends, even our parents keep telling me that she is going to be just fine. But none of them know for sure. They don't have a crystal ball that can see into the future. It's just their thoughts. I wish I could believe them. I want so badly to believe them. It's just hard.

I want her to be ok more than anything. But it's not something I can count on. I just pray that at some point, the love of my life will wake up.

It's been four days. Four days too long. However, she looks so beautiful laying there. Who am I kidding? She always looks absolutely beautiful. It doesn't matter if she has make up on or she's just waking up. She's stunning.

Our friends and parents have been here every day to see if there is any change. They keep attempting to get me out of here. They insist that this roll out bed isn't good for my back. They tell me I should go home. Get a hot shower, a home cooked meal and a good sleep in an actual bed. I refuse to leave her. I need to be here. I would never forgive myself if I left and wasn't here the second that she opened those beautiful blue eyes of hers.

Oh how I miss her eyes.

Her smile.

Her voice.

Her laugh.

Everything.

Holding her.

Kissing her.

Talking with her.

Like I said, everything.

I took a leave of absence with my job. I saved up 2 months of paid vacation. So I'm using as many as I need to. My boss has been very understanding about all of this. He told me to take as much time as I need.

My thoughts are interrupted when the hospital room opens and someone walks in.

"How did it happen?" He asks softly.

I'm glad Ross is here now. We've been trying to get a hold of him since it happened. But he's had awful cell phone reception while he's been out of the state for meetings. Rachel got a hold of him finally last night and he was on the first available flight this morning.

I walk over to Ross and give him a hug. Then proceed to tell him. "Some idiot was drunk and speeding down the wrong side of the road and hit Monica head on. That was four days and she hasn't been awake since. She has a concussion but no serious head injuries. No broken bones but she's pretty bruised up." I can feel tears fill my eyes as I tell Ross this story. But when I look over at him, tears are in his eyes too.

I will never forget that day.

My cell phone rings and without looking at the caller ID, I just answer it.

"Hello."

"Hello, is Mr. Bing available?"

"Yes this is Mr. Bing."

"My name is Veronica from Lenox Hill hospital. You need to get down here right away. Your wife Monica was involved in a car accident.

After she said the word 'accident' I didn't hear anything after that. I was terrified and I could feel my heart beating up in my heart.

"Is the guy in jail?"

I nod. "He is and I am pressing charges." I point to Monica. "Because of him, my wife is laying in a hospital bed when she should be home with me." I feel so angry with the mention of the person who did this. Some 21 year old with a sports car. He could have killed her. Then, I don't know what I would do.

Ross puts his hand on my back. "Can I do anything for you? Get you anything?"

"No. Thanks. I appreciate the offer." Everyone has been asking me that. I take a deep breath in. "I'll call you when she wakes up though."

He nods and smiles softly. "Ok man" He walks over and gently kisses Monica's forehead and leaves.

I take my position back in the chair and hold her hand again.

"Mr. Bing?"

"Yes Dr. Hale?" I stand up. Please don't be bad news. I can feel my heart drop.

He comes over to Monica's bed, her chart in his hand.

"When we did more test this morning, we found something." He must see the fear in my eyes because he quickly adds, "This is nothing to be alarmed over sir. The test shows that your wife is a month pregnant. Four weeks to be exact." He smiles. "Congratulations. Now because of this, getting your wife awake is even more important than before. She's not in coma yet. Talk to her, read to her, and sing to her. Sometimes when the patient hears a loved one's voice, it really helps."

"Ok, thank you doctor." And once again, it's just me and Monica.

A baby. Monica's pregnant? We're going to have a baby? This is supposed to be such an exciting time. And I want to share this amazing moment with her.

I put my hand on her cheek and smile at her. "Monica baby, I really need you to wake up." I say softly.