Drama, drama drama! I hope I didn't piss off too many readers, but I think the quick update will make up for it… maybe… if you like drama.

"You said it, Hales. We're a family. I want us to be a real family for this baby. I am going to love you til the day I die, so will you make me the happiest man on the Earth and marry me?"

Suddenly my sickness from the morning had returned and I felt like I couldn't talk or I was going to throw up my entire meal. I knew I had to answer, but I also knew what was going to happen when I did. I guess I now knew why Nathan was so sure I'd remember our first date forever. I also now knew why I had that sinking feeling that I was going to ruin it. "Nathan… I love you… so much. But I can't marry you."

I grabbed the box from his hands and closed it. I guess I felt if it disappeared, nothing really happened. Everything wasn't ruined. We could just finish our perfect first date. Boy was I wrong. Nathan looked like I had just stabbed him in the heart and maybe I did, but it's not what I wanted. "Can we please go home?" I asked, trying not to cry anymore. I saw him begin to nod and as soon as I could tell he had acknowledged me, I ran. My plan was to run to his car. Just to get the hell out of that restaurant. That horrible restaurant that I never wanted to see again. I stopped at the car momentarily before I saw the ocean. The beach. I could hear the wind blowing the waves in and I needed to feel it. I needed to feel free. I have never been free. For as long as I could remember I was Damien's property. The day I signed the marriage license was the day that I gave him my life. I lost everything that was me that day. I lost my life, my body, my sanity, my children, my friends, my family, everything that was me.

I finally reached the point that trying to stop the tears was useless. It wasn't even like I was crying, I wasn't making any noise, at least none that I knew of. My eyes had simply turned into water faucets, flowing freely without a sign of stopping. At this point I didn't even know why I was crying. I don't know if you could call what was going on with me "flashbacks" but memories were definitely clouding my mind. All the times Damien would call me his wife. He generally used the term to show ownership. "You're my wife, it's your duty to have sex with me whenever and wherever I want. Don't you want to make me happy? Don't you want to prove your love to me?" "You're my wife, it's your job to make me happy." "You can't leave me, you are my wife. I will find you wherever you go." "It's a wife's responsibility to have dinner ready when I come home from working long hours for you. I do everything for you. All I ask is for one damn hot meal a day!" "Our vows were forever, Haley…"

It wasn't until I was elbow deep in the water that I even knew what was going on. I heard Nathan scream my name and instantly I was brought back to reality. Before I was able to turn around I was hit hard by a wave, taken underwater as I took in a mouthful of salt water. Once I had turned to the shore I saw Nathan walking out to me fully dressed in his suit. He looked ridiculous. I realized that I must look just as ridiculous. I had just broken his heart, but there he was following me into the great unknown.

I knew I needed to apologize to him so I started back towards him when I felt the worst pain I had ever felt in my life. Considering all that my body had been through, that said something. Every time the pain had gotten too bad, I had passed out. I always thought that it was God's way of saving me. But this pain was different. I didn't know where it started, but it quickly took over my body. I couldn't walk. My legs were simply no longer working. I was starting to fall when I was suddenly hit by another wave. I took in another mouthful of water. I knew I needed help and I needed it now. I came up to get air between waves, but my lungs needed too much air and I couldn't shout for help. The next wave was even larger and I was underwater again. At least this time I had some air in my lungs. I tried to get back to the surface, but the tide was too strong. A few waves past before I was even able to fight to get air. In a split second I decided if I could just get myself above water for a few seconds I could get enough air to let out a quick scream and breathe in moer air as well. I tried to kick my legs, but it was useless. I had to rely on my arms and I realized just how weak I was. For a second I got my arm above surface and as soon as I did, I felt a hand grab for me, but it wasn't quick enough. I felt something swimming below me and I assumed the worst. The salt water was killing my eyes, but I kept them open as much as I could. I felt a tug on my waist and I was sure I was a goner. This was it. A shark is going to take me down. After everything I'd been through, a shark was going to do me in. I felt like Steve Irwin. The most threatening danger in your life isn't what kills you, but a random misadventure. In a moment I was above the surface and gasping for air while I desperately needed to throw up. I felt myself being taken back towards the shore, but I couldn't think about it. I needed air, but I felt sick. There was so much salt water that I had swallowed and it needed out. I wanted to focus on throwing up, but the pain in my leg was unbearable and taking over my body.

It wasn't until I was halfway in shore that I even noticed Nathan. He had quit dragging me and had turned around to cradle me like a baby. Baby. Our baby. What if something happened to our baby? What had even happened to me? Was our baby okay? Was I okay? Nathan was now running and each step sent more pain through my leg. After what seemed like an eternity, he set me down on the shore. He kept asking me if I was okay. Over and over and over. I could barely breathe, let alone talk, so he just kept asking, getting more frantic each time. Finally, I threw up. It was like a miracle, except it didn't stop. I could tell Nathan was getting more and more concerned by how his grip on my hand got tighter. I squeezed back as I pulled his hand down. I had quit throwing up, but I still needed too much air. Once he paid attention to my hand, I pointed down to my leg. "Hurts," was all I could get out. I watched his face as he followed my finger and his demeanor once again changed.

"Somebody call 9-1-1!" he screamed. He continued screaming while he took off his jacket. I felt him tie it around my leg and my fear tripled. I knew I had to be bleeding if he felt the need to make a tourniquet. I couldn't look down. He finally stopped screaming when people approached us telling them help was on their way. "It's gonna be okay," he finally told me. That was the first time I felt any reassurance, but it wasn't enough. I could tell by the worry on his face. "Just don't look, okay?"

"It hurts, Nathan," I told him as I felt fresh tears falling for a completely different reason this time.

"It's gonna be okay. I promise. I love you," he said as he kissed my forehead. It felt so final. Like he was saying his last goodbye.

If this was my last chance, he had to know how I felt. "I'm so sorry. I love you. I ruined everything. I just… I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, baby. Don't even think about it. I'm right here. Do you hear that? Help's almost here. Just stay with me."

I could tell that the ambulance was getting closer. Time was now moving faster and I heard a jumbling of things coming towards me. Soon, I was strapped to a backboard. I didn't understand why. I knew my neck wasn't broken. "She's pregnant," I heard Nathan say. His hand still hadn't let go of mine and it made me feel a little bit safer. He stayed by my side as they carried me to the ambulance and told them to take me to Clay's hospital. I hadn't looked down earlier because Nathan told me not to, but as time went on, I wanted to know what was wrong only now my head was strapped down and I couldn't look. All I knew was that Nathan said everything was going to be okay. Nathan still loved me and that was all that mattered. Now I just needed to think about that instead of the pain.

Yeah, I know Nathan would have immediately told the EMTs what happened but I wanted a cliffhanger so I didn't. plus, I wanted to know what y'all think happened! So review/message your guesses!