NOTE: And here it is, the winner of the small vote I had. To the person on my other story who said that it's disrespectful to write more than one story at a time and that it's simple manners to only have one story going on at a time. I just have to say, no. You're wrong. I don't know a single writer who only works on one story at a time.
I'm always working on at least three stories, if not more. I need three or more to keep sane. It doesn't make me a bad writer. It doesn't make my updates non existent. I haven't dropped any of my stories this year.
If you don't care for me writing more than one story at a time then you don't need to read more than one at a time. The more ideas I can write about the more likely I am to write bout at least one of them. The best way to get past writers block is to write something else. So I do.
If you don't like it then you can leave. I have readers who read everything I write, readers who love my writing. Readers who read just as much as I write.
Anyways, I hope you like it. This is going to be a short story, no big twists and turns. Short and sweet, even though it starts horrible. I hope you stay to see it through.
Callie grunts as she tries to lift her bag.
"Hey, let me get that," a friendly flight attendant says, taking her bag from her.
"Thanks," Callie offers a smile, getting in her seat.
"I must ask, why are you flying so late in your pregnancy?" the woman asks.
"Just trying to get home. She's not due for another few weeks, so don't worry."
"Just sit back and relax, we'll get you home."
Callie nods, resting a hand over her belly. She made the mistake of going to see her sister. Now, less than a week before her due date she is finally heading home. Sure she had to lie to get on the plane, but her father wouldn't allow her to have her baby away from home.
"At this time we ask for all electrical devices to be turned off. We ask that you take out the guide in the chair in front of you. In case of emergency..."
Callie grabs the laminated paper, reading through the directions quickly. Life vests are under the chair, oxygen masks will pop down. There are six doors, two in front, two in back and two on the sides.
She puts the paper back in it's place and sits back, closing her eyes as the plane starts moving.
The long nights with her sister and being pregnant catch up with Callie as she falls asleep.
Callie wakes up as soon as the engine quiets.
"What the fuck?" Callie mumbles, she has been on enough planes to know the engines don't go that quiet.
Everybody can feel the plane tilt forward, the nose going down. It feels as if it's going straight down, before the engines kick back on and they are going straight up.
Then it goes right back down. Somebody finally lets out a scream as Callie is lifted off her seat, held in place only by her seat belt. An older lady wasn't so lucky and goes tumbling down the aisle.
Then engine cuts out again and alarms can be heard from the front of the plane. An oxygen mask drops from the overhead compartments.
Callie quickly puts it on, one of the very few who do. Screaming from other people fill Callie's brain.
Purses, bags and suitcases go flying around the cabin, all going towards the front of the plane.
Callie leans forward, hugging her belly and begins to pray.
Arizona yawns, stretching as she rolls out of bed. She puts on her running shorts and a tank top before going to the kitchen. She makes herself two eggs before heading out the door.
Arizona takes her favorite trail, one that ends in a clearing. She has a lot of time to herself since Tim joined the army. They used to come out to this cabin every year, but now it's just Arizona.
Arizona listens to her feet pounding at the ground, ignoring everything else in the world.
Arizona doesn't hear the hum of the plane until it's close.
"What the fuck?" Arizona questions, looking to the sky.
The white underbelly of a plane is skimming the treetops above her. The sounds of trees snapping and metal tearing quickly follow as the plane continues it's path down.
"Holy shit," she mumbles, running faster down the trail; knowing the pilot must be trying to land in the clearing at the end of the trail.
She is a few minutes behind the plane. Arriving about ten minutes after the plane has crashed. The smell of jet fuel hits the blonde first, then the sounds of people screaming.
She curses herself for not grabbing her phone before going out for a run. The nearest town is a good eight miles out, her house is three miles from here.
Arizona runs into the clearing, looking around for someone to help.
"Help!" someone screams.
Arizona looks to the voice, finding a tanned woman. Arizona rushes to her.
"Hey, calm down. What's the problem?" Arizona asks calmly, crouching beside the woman.
"I'm in labor. I need help," she groans as another contraction hits her.
Arizona nods, looking around for someplace to pull the woman so she isn't giving birth in the open.
"She's coming now," she groans, "take off my pants. I can't do it."
Arizona knows better than to try to move a woman giving birth, so she quickly tears the jeans off the woman.
"Holy shit!" Callie screams.
Arizona looks around.
"Does anybody have hand sanitizer?" Arizona yells.
A woman, one of the few that seem to know what's going on runs to them, a purse in hand.
"Here," she says, handing a small thing to Arizona.
"Thanks," Arizona says, putting some on her hands before touching tanned thighs.
"Have, have you ever delivered baby before?" Callie grunts.
Arizona gives her a small smile, "I'm a doctor. I usually deal with them once they're out, but I've had my share of births."
Callie screams in pain, her head falling back.
"That's perfect. She's ready, already crowning," Arizona says.
"I'm glad you're here then. I'm a doctor, but I've yet to deliver a baby," Callie says.
"Next contraction and you'll have given birth," Arizona says with a smile.
Callie screams as the contraction hits, pushing as hard as she can.
"She's beautiful," Arizona says, looking over the baby.
"She's not crying," Callie says, sitting up.
Arizona pulls out her knife, the one thing she did bring with her and cuts the umbilical cord.
"Stay put," Arizona orders, wrapping the newborn in her shirt.
Callie is in total shock. She just gave birth. She just gave birth thanks to some random woman in the woods who just took her baby. Her baby wasn't crying.
The beautiful cry of a baby interrupts Callie's thoughts.
"Here, hold her," Arizona says, handing the child back to her mother.
"Oh thank god," Callie says, holding her daughter close.
"Here, wrap her in this," Arizona says, taking off her shirt and handing it to the woman.
"Thank you," Callie says, wrapping the newborn in the shirt.
"I'm going to see if I can help anybody else. Stay put," Arizona orders.
Callie nods, but is in complete awe of her child.
Arizona runs off, trying to find somebody else she can save.
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