CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Wednesday, August 15th
I watched Shane out in the backyard, running around with Trevor and Cassie. I was still a little jealous of Cassie, but it helped to know that she would never go for Shane. It had seemed to be a unanimous decision that I wasn't allowed to play whatever game they were playing, but I was happy to sit on the sidelines and watch hot, sweaty, sexy Shane having fun on his birthday.
"Ow." I winced, I don't know what Baby boy was doing, but it hurt like Hell. Trevor tackled Shane into the grass and Cassie stole the ball from him, running away victoriously.
"Hey!" Shane protested, getting up and holding Trevor in his arms. "What happened to being nice on my birthday?" He pouted and I laughed as I watched him tackle Cassie lightly to the ground, still holding Trevor.
"Woah, we have to be nice to you?" Cassie stopped, sounding bewilidered.
"Miwey!" Shane whined, turning to me with his puppy dog pout. "Cassie and Trevor bein' mean to me on my birfday." He spoke like a little kid.
"Come here, you big baby." I called and he scrambled up from the pile of limbs and came to sit next to me. "Don't worry, Baby, I'll make them nice to you." I assured, kissing his temple with a smile as he laid next to me on the sun lounge.
"Good." Shane pouted, out of the corner of my eye I saw Trevor and Cassie roll their eyes, they knew they'd lost Shane for a while. "Hey, Bud." He whispered conspirationally to my belly. "You gotta go to sleep early today." I blushed and shook my head, he was such a horndog. "'Cause it's Daddy's birthday and that means Dadd gets to have his wicked way with Mommy."
"Daddy won't be doing anything if he keeps telling our baby about our sex life." I shot back with a smirk.
"Mommy." Shane gasped exageratedly. "I thought you were gonna be nice on my birthday."
"At least wait till he's asleep before trying to get in my pants, he can hear us and I don't know what he understands." I worried and Shane just smiled, staring at me with hearts in his eyes.
"You're gonna be an amazing Mommy." Shane stated simply, laying down completely and resting his head on my shoulder as one hand traced idle patterns on my belly.
"Ow." I hissed in pain again after we'd just been laying there in comfortable silence for a while. I'd been getting pains all day: the first one was when I was making breakfast, and then about two hours later, then about an hour and a half, they were getting closer and a little more painful each time.
"Miley!" Shane sat up with wide terrified eyes. "What-what's-a-matter, Babe? What hurts? Where does it hurt?" He asked, suddenly white as a sheet.
"Nothing, Shaney, just cramping is all. It caught me off guard." I tried to assure, it was cramping... Well, a million times more painfull than any cramping I'd had before, but it passed just as suddenly as it came, leaving me rubbing my tummy.
"Are you sure?" Shane looked at me with wide scared eyes. He didn't want anything to happen to me or Baby; he didn't want to lose another baby like Mandy carelessly killed.
"I'm sure." I cupped his face and looked right into his fearfull eyes. "I'm sure, Shane." I hoped I was sure. "Let's go inside, your cake should be almost ready." I'd made him a chocolate marble cake and put it in the over just before we came outside.
"Okay." Shane agreed, eyeing me warilly. He helped me up and we started inside, Trevor, Cassie and Danger following us in. After I'd cooled, and iced the cake I stuck two candles in the middle and lit them, creating a soft golden glow as I took it out to Shane. Shane, who looked like a little excited boy.
"Make a wish, Baby." I smiled after we'd sung Happy Birthday. Shane grinned, his eyes alight before he closed them and blew out the 1 and the 9 numbered candles. When he opened his beautiful hazel brown eyes he looked straight at me, a goofy grin on his face.
"Yep, my wish came true." He confirmed and Cassie laughed, hitting him upside the head lightly.
"You're supposed to wish for something you don't have, Dork." She rolled her eyes playfully as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Oh... That'll take a long time to come true." Shane said sheepishly as I got a knife for him. "Years, and years, and years... It'd take forever to come true."
Midway through eating a piece of cake I hissed and put a hand over Kiddo, gritting my teeth through the excruciatingly painfull cramp. The cramp seemed to be all around Kiddo. The second I made a noise Shane dropped his fork and was at my side. I squeezed the egde of the table in front of me so hard my knuckles turned white.
"Miley?" Shane sounded scared as Hell, and he looked white as a ghost.
"I'm fine, it's stopped now." I tried to wave it off.
"It shouldn't have started in the first place." Shane replied, kneeling next to me. "I'm calling a Doctor." He decided, getting up and grabbing the cordless on a table nearby, not wanting to leave my side.
"Shane, I swear I'm fine." Oh, God, I hoped I was fine, I was terrified too, but I didn't want to alarm Shane even more than he was, especially on his birthday. I wanted today to be perfect for him.
"Please? For me?" He looked at me with scare big brown eyes like a puppy.
"Fine." I muttered and he visibly relaxed. "But, only 'cause it's your birthday." Shane walked off, just out of earshot, but still in sight and started calling someone as I turned back to my cake with a frown. A few minutes later I was pushing the n ow crumbled pieces of cake around the plate when Shane came back. "I wanted you to have a good birthday." I mumbled, looking down and trying not to cry. Stupid hormones. I cursed. That was one thing I would definately not miss when November came; the hormones controlling my emotions, not to mention feeling fat, looking fat, not seeing my own feet, swollen ankles, and my back was starting to hurt a little.
"Doctor Livingstone is going to be here in a few hours." Shane said, stroking my hair back from my face. "And you did give me a good birthday." He assured, I looked up at him with doubtfull, teary eyes. "You wanna know what I wished for?"
"What?" I sniffled and he smiled his shy sweet smile.
"You." Shane answered simply. "You and me to be happy together forever and ever." He kissed my forehead. "And I couldn't think of a better birthday than with the love of my life, my little brother, my best friend, and making sure our baby is okay."
"Were you, like, a Saint in a past life or something?" I wondered, blinking away the tears. Shane laughed and shook his head.
"I don't know, but I must have done something good to get you in this life." I kissed him full on the mouth, unable to stop myself, completely lost in the moment.
"Don't worry about me, Shane, let's just enjoy your birthday until Doctor Livingstone gets here." I murmured when we broke away.
"Okay, but tell me if it happens again?" Shane agreed, tucking my hair behind my ear.
"'Kay." I sighed, letting him help me up. "Happy birthday, Baby."
It was ten minutes into SAW - Shane's choice - that it happened again. I gripped his hand next to me tightly as the tight, squeezing, cramping pain came. I bit my lip to keep from crying out and waited for it to pass again. Now I knew that something was wrong, the pains were getting worse, and it was only 25 minutes between the last one and this one.
"Fuck!" Shane swore when I released his hand. "Are you okay, Miley?" Cassie paused the movie and watched us.
"Sorry about your hand." I whispered, looking down, trying not to cry.
"It happened again." Shane sat up straight, one hand on my stomach hesitantly. "Where the fuck is Livingstone?"
"He said a few hours, remember?" I reminded, breathing unevenly after the pain went away. "I need to go pee." I decided after a few minutes.
"Okay, I'll-" Shane started, getting up, my eyes widened and I shook my head.
"Are going to stay here, I can go to the bathroom on my own, Shane." I said, slowly standing.
"But-"
"It's the bathroom, I've been doing it on my own for thirteen years." I cut him off again, walking to the nearest bathroom and closing the door, locking it for good measure. "Oh, fuck!" I swore. In the middle of peeing something other than pee came out of me. I cleaned up quickly and looked down. "Shane!" I yelled, washing my hands, feeling panicked.
"Miley!" Shane was about ready to bang down the door when I unlocked it, I think I was paler than he was.
"Tell them hurry up with the doctor." I felt like I was about to vomit, or pass out, or both. "I-I think something is seriously wrong." I worried, "there-there's pain, and I-I think the mucus thingy or my water, and I'm scared, Shaney." I let myself cry this time, for once feeling like the 15-year-old kid I am.
"Oh, shit!" Shane looked about ready to pass out as well.
"I'm calling." Cassie anounced in the background.
"What's going on?" Trevor asked in a small voice, sounding like a little boy.
"I don't know, come on, Trev." Cassie beckoned him out of the room.
"Let-let's get you to bed, I don't want you to move." Shane decided, his beautiful eyes glistening and I knew he was trying not to cry too.
Queen Miley
"Shaney?" I don't know when I'd fallen asleep, but it had been restless and I had nightmares.
"Miley?" His voice was hoarse and his hair was wild when I finally saw him. "My Angel." His face was streaked with tear marks and it broke my heart.
"I'm sorry." I sniffled, reaching for his face. "I'm sorry for ruinning your birthday."
"I don't care, all I want is you and our baby safe and healthy." Shane shook his head, laying down and curling around me, carefull not to touch my tummy. "Cassie says Doctor Livingstone is gonna be here in a few minutes, but I couldn't leave you."
"Please don't?" The thought of being alone right now terrified me.
"I'm not going anywhere." Shane whispered, nuzzling his face into my hair and I could feel him start crying again. I wanted to hold him so bad, and for him to hold me, but I was scared to move.
"Your Majesty?" I looked up at the sound of a voice, Dr. Livingstone was here. Shane jumped up as if he'd been elletrocuted.
"Something's wrong, fix her, make her better, make her not hurt anymore." Shane demanded tearfully. "Make my Miley better, and our little baby."
"Cassandra says you think your waters broke?" Dr. Livingstone got straight to business.
"I-I don't know." I hicoughed as Shane sat back next to me, holding my hand with his lips pressed to the back of it, mouthing unheard prayers. "I-I felt something warm and heavy and weird come out of me and I'm scared. Is our baby okay?"
"Let's find out, shall we?" An ultrasound machine was wheeled in by a couple of people in medical outfits. "On your back please?" I reluctantly and carefully moved onto my back, letting him gel my stomach. "Oh, Dear." Dr. Livingstone murmured.
"What?" Shane and I demanded at the same time. But, before anyone could say anything else I felt the painfull cramping and squeezing around my belly.
"It seems your water has broken and you are in labor." Dr. Livingstone replied when the pain passed.
"But-" I didn't know what to say, that couldn't be possible, I'm only 28 weeks. It's not possible, what about our baby?
"When did it start?" Livingstone asked as I whimpered, unable to speak.
"Thi-this afternoon." Shane managed to get out.
"This morning." I whispered guiltilly. "But, I didn't know, I just thought he was doing something in there, or I would have said, I swear." I said hurriedly, my eyes wide and fearful. If I said earlier would something have been different?
"I would like to do a cesarian, but it may be too late, you might be dilated and ready to push before we could set up." I sort of drowned Dr. Livingstone out after that, mechanically obeying everything he told me. When he pulled the covers back my eyes widened at the sight of wetness around me.
"Oh, shit." Shane whimpered, tears falling from his beautiful eyes again. "Please be okay, please be okay, please be okay?" He begged before he was told he would have to step back.
"No, please? Please let him stay?" I pleaded desperately, I needed him here.
"His Highness can saty, he just has to stand back so we can work without interruption." Livingstone assured as Shane was gently pushed back from the bed, leaning against the wall, pale, crying, praying.
"Please, God, please, my Miley and my baby. Please let them be okay?" He kept whispering over and over. If I had a voice I would have been begging for our baby too.
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