Forever and Always

Chapter 1

Amelia anxiously paced waiting for him to come home. She got tired of walking back and forth and decided to sit on the couch but couldn't sit still. How was she supposed to tell him? So she sat and nervously waited for him to come home, jumping every time she thought she heard a car door shut.

Arthur was just getting off work-Late. Again. Damn, Amelia would have his head for this. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his old phone and typed in her number, sighing. Though many people may not understand, it sucked to be a lawyer, it didn't matter which side you worked for. It was awful all around, and very stressful, may he add. Anyway, he listened to the buzz of each call as he leaned against his car, not just ready to get in it yet.

"Hello?" she answered. "Arthur? Where are you?" she asked worriedly.

He sighed heavily, "Just got off work. I should be home soon if possible. Unless there's traffic. . .Then I don't even know when I'll get back. . 'M sorry, love." He mumbled into the phone as he rummaged through his bag, trying to find his keys.

"Just be safe. Okay? I don't need you dying. Especially not now," she said hinting that something was important.

He was oblivious to it and laughed, "I don't plan on i-" He froze. Something cold pressed against his back, its metal and-
/"Hang up the phone."/
"Love? I'm going to have to c-call you back," Arthur said, doing his best to keep his voice calm.

And as he hung up the phone his mind went back to December, he thinks of when he asked her to marry him.

He bent down on his knee first, and he said, "I want you forever. Forever and always. Through the good and the bad and the ugly. We'll grow old together, forever and always."

He snapped back to the moment when the man shoved him against the car, /"Gimme yer wallet."/

Arthur pulled out his wallet slowly and held it up, it was taken from him roughly and Arthur turned his head.

Big mistake.

"Okay, so it says here that a Mrs. Amelia J. Kirkland is his only contact. . .I'll call her up."
The line buzzed, the woman on the line waited.

"Hello?" Amelia asked answering the phone, her voice full of worry. She had a bad feeling, just one of those feelings that you get when you just know something was wrong.

"Hello, ma'am, are you Mrs. Amelia Kirkland?" The woman asked politely.

"Yes, I am. Is something wrong?! What is it?!" she asked quickly.

"Ma'am, please calm down. At this moment, nothing's wrong, but we need you to come down to Saint Mary's Hospital, just off 22nd and Vine. Do you need directions or . . ?" The woman asked in a calm voice.

"No…I know where it is. I'll be there soon," she hung up her phone. She quickly got into her car and drove to the hospital.

The woman at the front desk sighed and listened to the dial tone for a moment and began her game of solitaire again, she'd have about...five minutes to play, she assumed.

Amelia quickly walked into the hospital up to the front desk. "Hi, um, is an Arthur Kirkland here?"

The woman looked up from her game, then at the clock. Three minutes, new record. "Hold on. . ." She looked through the records and held up a finger, "One moment please. . ." She picked up the phone off its cradle and dialed an extension. "Yes, hello, Doctor, we have a patient asking for a Mr. Arthur Kirkland- Okay. . .-Yes, I'll tell her.. . -You have a good New Years, sir." With that she hung up and stood.

"Mar, take over for me, will ya?" She called to another nurse as she stepped out from behind the desk. She lightly placed a hand on the woman's shoulder. "Please come with me." With that she led the woman down on of the many halls of the hospital, a bored look still on her face.

"Is he okay? What happened? He's still alive right?!" Amelia asked and was wringing her hands. The hallway just never seemed to end as the rooms passed by but not stopping at them, she could not get to Arthur fast enough.

The woman nodded and stopped outside a room, with her hand on the knob she paused, "He's stable at the moment. It seems that he was shot in a mugging or something of the sort; he could most likely tell you more. But we do ask that if he's asleep you let him sleep. He's a nasty one to deal with. . ." The woman said as she opened the door, waiting for the worried girl to enter.

She quickly entered. She put a hand to her mouth as she saw him lying in the bed all bandaged and hooked up to cords. She wanted throw up and she wanted to cry. She went over to his beside and took his hand in hers carefully, trying not to wake him.

His eyes snapped open and he inhaled sharply, like he did every other time he woke up with Amelia startling him out of his sleep. "Oi, you... " He said with a crooked smile playing across his lips. "Would you believe me if I said there'd been traffic?" He asked, sounding a little tired.

Amelia's lip quivered and she let the tears roll down her face. "You promised you'd be safe but here you go and get yourself shot and you end up in the hospital!"

"I know; can you believe the types of traffic America has these days? We should really go back to England, love." He said, his voice serious but his eyes laughing. He moved his uninjured arm up to wipe the tears from her cheek, "Come now, love... " he said softly, not really knowing what to say.

"Arthur… I've got to tell you something. So it's now or never I guess" she said and took a deep breath.

He quirked a brow at her, "Or when I get home... don't act like I'm going to die just now," he said, frowning slightly. He'd been shot, he wasn't dead.

"No, I need to tell you this now so you'll at least have something to live for," she took another deep breath, still very nervous about the whole situation. "Arthur, you're going to be a father."

He was going to laugh but instead he choked. "I'm going to what!?" He cried as he stared at her face, searching it for any hints of a lie. But he couldn't see any.
He pulled on her hands to pull him down to his level, "Oh that's bloody brilliant!" He cried as he pressed their lips together. 'Brilliant,' he thought to himself.

She continued to kiss him as long as she could. When she pulled away she asked "Are you happy about this?"

"Happy? Am I happy?" he laughed and kissed her cheek, "Of course I'm happy!"

She smiled widely. "Good. I was going to tell you once you got home...you just never made it there" she said with a small laugh.

"Traffic, I tell you! The damn American citizens, not knowing how to drive!"

"I'm not buying that you got shot in traffic," she said with slight amusement.

"Who says I was shot? Who says it wasn't...A base…ball…?" He retorted weakly

"A baseball put you into the hospital?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

He stared at her and slowly shook his head yes.

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say. But you need to get some rest so you can get out of here quicker."

"Mhmm," he replied, bringing her hands to his lips, "Whatever you say, love."

"Rest. I'll be right here" she pulled over a chair to sit beside him.

He nodded and let her hands drop as he let his injured arm lay across his chest, and the other lay by his side, he let out a sigh and closed his eyes.

A father... He was going to be a father, he softly smiled to himself.

"Amelia..." he said softly with his eyes still closed, "As I said...I'll love you...Forever."

At that she began crying again. Her dammed hormones were screwing with her. She was crying because she was sad he was in this condition, happy that he was okay, mad at the person who did it, and scared that he might not really be okay.

"Amelia..." He cracked an eye and sat up slowly, wincing ever so slightly as he did. "Amelia please… Don't…" He sighed, "Darling, I'm going to be fine; it's just a minor injury. Baseballs can't do that much you know." He joked weakly; he grew serious after a moment though, "Amelia, even if something did happen, which it won't, I would still love you. Like I said; forever and always, no matter what."

"Please don't die. I can't do this without you" she said and laid her head on the edge of his hospital bed.

He shook his head and ran a hand through her hair, "Amelia. I'm not going anywhere. You can't get rid of me that easily."

"You better be right" she said and looked up at him.

"I'm always right," he said with a small grin. "Now come here," He tugged lightly at her shoulder, pulling her a bit closer

She scooted her chair close to him.

He gently pulled her closer and kissed her on her nose, "Not going anywhere. I promise."

He kissed the cleft in between her nose and her lips, smiling, "Do you know why. . ?"
Before she could answer Arthur kissed her lips softly, "Because I'm a good ol' fashioned lover boy."

He smiled before kissing her forehead, "And I went to the school of good old fashioned lover boys, and it's poor edict to leave such a pretty woman by herself in a world such as this."

She smiled at him. "Okay I believe you. And you better keep that promise"

He held up a hand, "When I'm not with you, think of you often. . ." He sang softly, because honestly, he could quote every Queen song there was. And damn if he couldn't do it well."A promise is a promise, and a promise must be kept."

She smiled and held his hand. "That's just one of the things I love about you."

He laughed softly and kissed her hand again, "G'night, love."

"Good night" she smiled at him.

So this is based off an rp I did on Omegle. I tweaked a little bit of it to make it sound and flow better. It was my starter. I did this with Mistress of the Forks. Go visit her tumblr account, cant-be-named. I would give you a link but we're not supposed to on here so sorry, but you're going to have to do some work yourself. If for some reason you'd want to use this starter please PM me and ask me ^^ be courteous and not a troll. Please Review!