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Darcy fell over and closed her eyes and started to scream. Eli and I ran over and saw watery green fluid coming out of her vaginal area and I yelled,
"Oh my god, your water broke!" Eli ran into the moving van and told Cece and Bullfrog what was going on while I dialed nine-one-one.
"Clare! Call Peter, oh help it hurts so much!" I grabbed my large stomach and bent down to rub her head while I called Peter. He answered immediately and said he would meet us at the hospital.
The sound of sirens filled the street as they took Darcy away. I was starting to feel sick when they came so Cece rode with her to the hospital while Bullfrog drove the rest of us to the hospital. It took about fifteen minutes to get there. The whole way I was dry heaving in the back seat into a tiny paper bag. I think the heat from a sudden wave made me feel ill.
When we all got to the hospital we found Cece sitting in the waiting room waiting for us. She had a panic look on her face and said,
"They took her in for an emergency C-section. She is going into preeclampsia." I started to cry and Eli picked me up and sat me on his lap. I turned so I could rest my legs on Adam's lap and the three of us sat silently until we heard further news.
One hour later:
By now Peter was here and we were all still anxious.
"Is there a Clare Edward's here?" I jumped off Eli's lap and ran over to the doctor. He looked at my stomach and scoffed a little. I know I look young to be having a baby, but get over it and tell me how my sister is doing!
"How is she?" I said in a rushed voice. He looked at me and said,
"There is no easy way to say this…" I started to panic.
"Your sister delivered a healthy baby boy, however she had developed eclampsia and her blood pressure caused her to have a heart attack during the surgery. I'm so sorry, we lost her." I shook my head and said,
"No, you're lying!" Eli and Peter and Adam ran over to me as I fell to the ground and sobbed heavily. I shook in sadness. When I looked up I saw Peter cry too.
When it calmed down a little, Peter and I went to the nursery and saw a beautiful blonde haired boy wrapped up in an incubator and blue pajamas. He looked so dear. I saw Peter cry as he looked at the angelic child. I knew sadness when I saw the look in his eyes. He turned to me and said,
"Clare, please I want to take care of the baby. I am his only parent. I know you are his aunt but I need to do this." I couldn't believe him. I turned to him and hugged him tightly and said,
"Of course, he is your baby. I really want to come visit though, would that be alright?" Peter nodded and I left to go claim the body of my only blood family member left.
A/N: Okay well I know this was sad but so necessary. I think this story needed a twist. I am very happy with it. Okay a chapter or two left. R&R please? Much love!
