What Happened to Daddy's Little Girl?
Gabi's Pov:
The ride home was silent. The only sound that was heard was from the honking of car horns every so often.
To tell you the truth I was worried about Troy. He has been acting different ever since he came out of Carlos's room. He hasn't been saying much. I watched as he jingled the keys into the lock, frustrated when he slid the wrong key into the lock.
After hearing the infamous click, the door finally unlocked. He twisted the brass door knob with a little force and opened the door. Vanessa was having a little trouble climbing up the steps of the porch, so I had to pick her up and place her into the house. Immediately when she was in the house she ran off into the play room.
Turning my head from Vanessa to Troy, I found him walking into the kitchen. He fumbled with the package of what looked to be peanut butter cookies and took out five cookies.
He acted as if I wasn't even there. I watched as troy walked right past me, set four cookies onto the living room table, sat on the couch and popped one into his mouth.
Walking over towards him, I sat next to him. No attempt to talk to me or anything.
"Babe what happened?" There was hesitation clearly evident in my voice.
"Nothing happened," He spoke was low and deep and popped another cookie into her mouth.
"What did you say to Carlos?" Immediately when these words flew out of my mouth, I regretted it.
"I said whatever came to mind. He is a sad excuse for a father. He had no right to do what he did to Vanessa. That I lost all respect for him. You know, the usual." He told me nonchalantly.
"Troy how could you say that you him!" I told him sternly.
"HOW COULD I SAY THAT TO HIM? DID YOU SEE WHAT HE DID TO THAT POOR GIRL?" I guess what I had said to him set him off. Starting a fight was the last thing I wanted to do.
"Troy, calm down. All I'm saying is that this poor guy is in a coma and you basically just told him to stay out of his daughters like and go fuck himself." Oops. Bad move number two.
"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE TELL ME TO CALM DOWN! I SAID WHAT I NEEDED TO SAY, END OF STORY." He was starting to scare me. He got up from his spot on the couch and started to walk away.
"YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TELL ME WHAT TO SAY AND WHAT NOT TO SAY." I guess he wasn't done with the yelling. Sighing, I got up from the couch and started to walk towards him into the kitchen. He slammed the cupboards close as he took out a glass.
"FOR YOUR INFORMATION I NEVER SAID I DIDN'T AGREE WITH YOU. I THINK THERE WAS A BETTER WAY YOU COULD HAVE HANDLED IT." I yelled back.
No one's Pov
Meanwhile, in the play room Vanessa stopped playing once she heard yelling.
"Dada no yell." She said quietly to herself. Toddling out of the room and into the living room, she didn't see anyone. Instead, her eyes landed on something else.
"Cookie," She said and pointed to the three cookies on the living room table. She ran over to them, picked one up nibbled on one. Almost immediately she began to cough, almost as if she was choking.
Troy's Pov:
A coughing noise took Gabriella and I out of our fight. Within the next minute I was rushing to see where that noise was coming from.
Entering the living room, I was met with Vanessa coughing, her face turning bright red. Her tiny body shook with each cough. Picking her up, I place her in my arms laying down. Instead of her in the cradle position her back was facing up and her stomach was facing towards the floor. With the hand that wasn't occupied, I patted her back with force, but not so much where it would hurt her.
Vanessa started gasping, but I just thought it was a combination between her crying and coughing. Gabriella was at my side immediately once she saw that Vanessa was becoming restless in my arms.
"TROY, I DON'T THINK SHE CAN BREATH VERY WELL." She didn't yell it in a mean way, she was only scared. Suddenly the fight we had five minutes ago was forgotten.
"Get the keys and the baby's bag by the door. It will be faster to drive to the hospital than to wait for the ambulance." She nodded and ran off to collect the items.
"It's ok baby. I got you. We're going to get you help." I told her as I rubbed her back. She wasn't choking, as Gabriella pointed out. Her throat was closing up.
Once I saw Gabriella we both rushed to the car. I had Gabriella sit in the back with Vanessa while I sped off to the hospital. Lucky for me, no police men where on the streets tonight. Looking at Vanessa in my mirror, her face was getting even redder.
I managed to cut the time it usually takes to get to the hospital in half. Once I found a spot, I jumped out of the car and went around to the other side. Gabriella already had the door open and was struggling to hold a squirming Vanessa. Taking her from Gabriella we both ran into the hospital. I held Vanessa's head against my shoulder, being careful as to not jostle her.
"I NEED A DOCTOR. HER THROAT IS CLOSING UP!" I yelled into the hospital. Doctors swarmed around the three of us with a stretcher. I laid her tiny body on it. The doctors put an oxygen mask over her face. While they quickly wheeled her, Gabriella, and I power walked along side of them.
"Do you have any idea what caused this? Is she allergic to anything?" Once of the nurses turned to me and asked.
"Not that I know of. I'm only caring for her while her father is in a coma." I told the nurse.
"Did she have anything to eat? Any peanuts, dairy products, anything that can cause an allergy like this?"
"No she didn-," I was cut off by Gabriella.
"The peanut butter cookies," She yelled. The nurses nodded and wheeled her into a room with about five doctors who told us to wait in the waiting room while they take care of her.
That's when I realized. I did this to her. I was the one who left the cookies right on the table where she could easily get to them. I was the reason she was in the hospital barely breathing. God I am such an idiot.
I was in a daze, and before I knew it, Gabriella and I were sitting in the waiting room, waiting for some doctor to tell us what was happening.
"Troy, we didn't know. You couldn't have prevented it." Gabriella reached for my hand that was resting on my knee. I allowed her to interlock our fingers before answering her.
"I know. I'm just mad at myself for leaving them out where she could get them." I told her softly.
"Did you know she was allergic?" I closed my eyes and took a deep breath when she asked me.
"No."
"Why are you blaming yourself then?" The truth was. I didn't know why I was blaming myself.
"I guess I just need something to blame this on. It has to be someone's fault." I said while rubbing my thumb across the back of my hand.
"Troy, sometimes, it isn't anyone's fault. Sometimes you can't help things from happening. Even if you try to avoid it, sometimes it just happens anyway." She was right. I nodded my head showing I understood, and then closed my eyes.
I guess I fell asleep because before I knew it, Gabriella was shaking me awake and there was a doctor standing next to her.
"Sorry, I guess I just dosed off for a bit," I told her and the doctor. Standing up the doctor, Gabriella and I started walking to what I assumed to be Vanessa's room.
"Well, we figured out that it was indeed a peanut allergy. We gave her some medicine to calm her and open up her throat. I'm glad you got her here as soon as you did. A few more minutes and her throat would have been fully closed." For the first time in about two hours, I was able to relax. My heart that had been beating so fast for that time seemed to finally cal down.
"Oh thank god. How is she, beyond that?" I asked him. He gave a soft smile, and at that moment, I knew everything would be ok.
"She is doing really well. She is tired from the medicine we gave her. She is also a little frightened, but that is normal for a two-year old to be scared by their surrounding when in an unfamiliar place." Gabriella and I both nodded at his answer.
Opening the door the Vanessa's room, we found her laying n the bed, well lying on the pillows. The doctor had laid her on one of the pillow that was facing vertical against the bed. She was tiny enough for her whole body to fit on the pillow.
Gabriella and I were both glad to see that there wasn't any wires attached to her.
"She is all set for you guys to take her home, I just need you to sign this." I quickly signed the forms and made my way over to the bed. She lay awake and whimpering softly and my heart broke.
Her arms reached up towards me. Leaning over the bed, one of my hands slipped behind her head, and the other one slipped under her tiny form. Lifting her up, I settled her against my chest. Her hands gripped balls of my shirt and her head rested on my shoulder.
"Dada," Her voice spoke, whimpering." I held her tighter against me.
"I know baby. Daddy's here."
I originally planned for this to be a longer chapter, but I liked the way this ended. Troy has finally come to terms with him being called daddy. The next chapter will continue on what was supposed to be put in for this chapter. I hope you liked it. Please review. Suggestions are always welcome! Thank you to my co-writter ImmaHatefulCritic.