"Help! Please." He held her in his arms and he could feel her heartbeat, but it wasn't as strong as it should be. A nurse came running. After that he didn't pay much attention to what was happening around him. People talked, people walked back and forth. Loud noises and flashy lights. He only focused on his beautiful wife who looked so breakable in her white dress. They took her away from him. She was lying in a bed and they took her inside a room which they closed the doors to. They didn't tell him what was happening, he stood alone outside and felt like the whole world were coming to an end.
"She's the strongest woman I know, Luke. She will pull through this, I know she will." Haley gave him a hug and just wished she could take some of his pain away. Lucas didn't answer her; he sat totally still with his head in his hands. "Luke... Please talk to me. Just say something. Because I need to hear that you're still in there. That you are not giving up. You have to be strong for Brooke and your baby." She took his hand. "There's nothing to say."
Nathan was standing outside Peyton's room. He could hear her screaming and cursing on the other side of the door. She really didn't want to deliver her baby, it was three months early and she was afraid the baby wouldn't survive. He felt bad for her and Jake. And for Lucas, Brooke had to make it. Because she just had to. They all had to, Peyton and her baby and Brooke and her little child. He hadn't prayed in ages, but it felt like it was about time now.
A doctor came towards them. He was up in a blink to hear what was going on. "Your wife will be alright. Stress caused her to have a seizure and it was critical for a while, but we managed to stabilize her and the baby." He felt a great relief. "But it may cause problems later on in the pregnancy. I'm afraid an early birth is a big possibility." The doctor sighed. "Or even a miscarriage." Why was there always a but? He breathed in and out, they could loose the baby. At least Brooke was alive. He tried to think positive, but it was hard. He has been looking forward to being a father. He felt a tear coming down his face and Haley's hand in his. "Have you told Brooke?" The doctor shook her head. "I want to be the one to tell her, she should her it from me." Haley looked at the doctor. "It can go well, right? She doesn't have to loose the baby?" She whispered. "We just have to hope for the best."
Just when Lucas was on his way to Brooke's room, Jake came running with a big smile on his face. "It's a boy. We got a boy. He is tiny, but strong. And Peyton is alright." He looked around. "Where's Brooke?" Lucas felt like he was going to fell to the ground. All the emotions were about to break him.
He stroke her hair and whispered how much he loved her in her ear. He didn't know how he would break the news to her. That there was a big possibility she would miscarriage. That the kid growing inside her would never get a name, a life. That they maybe wouldn't get the chance to meet their baby, the life they together had created. Her eyes were closed and in this moment she looked so peaceful and he didn't want to ruin that. He didn't want to put another tear on her face. Her wedding day was already ruined; he didn't want to make it any worse. To ruin the happiness surrounding the baby. He rested his head on her lap and held his hands over hers. "Hey, husband…" He took a deep breathe.