Surviving Love Part One
(About a Month from December 25th)
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"There's someone outside who wants to see you."
Sam's eyes flew to the door, and she was crestfallen to see Daniel's face in the tiny window of the door.
"Send him in!" she ordered.
"But –"
"NOW!" she screamed.
It was about five minutes before Daniel appeared at her side, also wearing the doctor's garbs. "Hey, Sam," he said gently. "I came as quickly as I could."
Sam was in no mood for gentleness. "Where the HELL is Jack?" she shouted.
"He's…with one of the teams – away. They're trying to contact him but there's been a…a malfunction in communications."
"A…a flipping MALFUNCTION?" she screamed.
"I'm sorry Sam. I know he wants to be here for you."
Sam squeezed her eyes shut. And this is just the beginning…
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"Push, Samantha, push!" the doctor urged.
Sam was sure that her eyes would have popped from their sockets by now if they weren't squeezed shut.
"I think I would prefer Netu!" she yelped breathlessly, though she followed instructions as ordered.
"You're at the shoulders, now; breathe!" Dr. Whatever-His-Name-Was
"Where's Jack?!" Sam shrieked. He better have a DAMN good reason for not being here! she thought for the fifteen-hundredth time in the last several hours.
"It's okay, just push!"
Sam tried to regain control over her contracting, throbbing, wild muscles, and squeezed. And again, and again…
"Almost there!"
Several pushes later…
Sam felt the most glorious relief:
Her muscles flushed the last of their burden.
An infant cried.
"Baby girl, born January 14th, at 0402."
Another morning. A new love.
"You did it Sam," Daniel said jubilantly, giddily beaming at her and the baby.
Sam felt tears cascading down her cheeks, joyously. She couldn't even feel her body's pain anymore. Every inch of her soul was centered on her baby girl – her and Jack's baby girl.