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JOHN:
I burst through the hospital doors to the receptionist desk. "Where is my girlfriend?" I yell startling the woman sitting at the desk.
"I'm sorry, Sir, who is your girlfriend?"
"Natalie Morgan," I say. "She was brought here earlier this evening."
"Oh, Yes, Sir, just take the elevator up to the 7th floor and talk to the receptionist up there. They will be able to tell you more about your girlfriend."
"Thank-you," I say as I run over to the elevator. I press the up button and wait forever for the doors to open. I'm in such a rush I almost knock over a nurse. "I'm sorry," I say as I let her off the elevator before I get on. I press the number 7 and I'm on my way up. They couldn't give me any information over the phone about Natalie. They just told me to come down right away. I don't know what to expect. I hope her and the baby are okay because if they aren't I don't know what I'm going to do. The elevator doors open and I run to the desk. "Hi, I'm here about my girlfriend, Natalie Morgan."
"Oh yes, Sir, the doctor will be right out to talk to you," she says, "please have a seat."
"Thank-you," I say but I am too nervous to sit. All I can do is pace while I wait for news on Natalie. I don't know what they are going to tell me but I am so scared my heart is pounding out of my chest. My hands are shaking and my knees are weak.
I continue to pace as the doctor comes out to talk to me. "Mr. Cena," he says.
"Yes," I say as I stop pacing. "How is she? How is the baby?"
"The baby is fine," he says. "He was delivered about 45 minutes ago via c-section. He was taken straight to the NICU. His lungs are not fully developed. He was 2 lbs. and 3 oz and 16 inches long. We have him hooked up to oxygen to help him breathe."
"He is 11 weeks early," I say as I feel my heart sink. I didn't want my baby boy to be born so soon. "Is he going to make it?"
"We hope so," he says. "He has a 50% chance of survival. He has a really good chance of surviving."
"And what about Natalie? Is she okay?"
"Natalie suffered a lot of trauma. She has signs of sexual assault. She was torn in the area and she has been brutalized. She has a severe concussion, several cuts and bruises on her body. She came in in bad shape. It's amazing the baby survived such an ordeal."
"Did she say who had her?" I ask.
"No. She has been unable to talk. We have kept her asleep. It's best for now. She needs to rest and get some strength."
"So she is alive?"
"Yes," he says.
"Thank God," I say. "Can I see her?"
"Tonight that wouldn't be a good idea but tomorrow morning you will be able to see her. Like I said she's been through quite an ordeal and needs her rest."
"Okay," I say. "Am I able to see the baby?"
"Of course but we need you to get scrubbed up first," he says.
"No problem," I say as I follow him to get on scrubs so I can see my son. I can't believe he's here.
I get scrubbed up and the doctor leads me into the NICU. "There he is right over there," he says pointing to the incubator in the corner of the room. He walks me over to the incubator. "Here he is," he says as I look down at my son. He is absolutely beautiful.
Tears fill my eyes as I look at my son hooked up to tubes and wires. He is so tiny. I was not expecting to have a tiny baby but he is so small. His eyes are shielded and he has the tiniest hands and the tiniest feet but he is adorable. "Can I hold him?" I ask.
"Absolutely," he says. "You can feed him also."
"I can?"
"Yes," he says, "the little guy is hungry."
"Okay," I say as he gets him out of the incubator. "Here is your baby boy."
"Thanks," I say as he hands him to me. He is so small in my arms. He just barely fits into the palm of my hand and his head is too small to fit in my hand. He is so tiny and it breaks my heart.
"I've learned that babies thrive on skin to skin contact. I think you should have some skin to skin contact with him."
"Okay," I say as I hand the baby to the doctor before taking off my shirt. I sit down on the rocking chair and take my son back from the doctor and hold him against my skin.
"I'll leave you two alone to get acquainted if you need anything the nurse will be here to help you," he says as I look up at the nurse who is gazing right at me. She turns her head when I look at her and I can tell she's been blushing. I smile and look down on my son. He is the perfect gift.
"Hey there, Little Guy," I say with tears in my eyes. "Welcome to the world. You have no idea how happy I am that you made it here. I know you're going to make it. You're a fighter like me and like your mom. I can't wait for you to meet her. She is absolutely amazing. You are going to love her. She is probably the best woman in this world. She's beautiful, smart and caring. She is great and she's an amazing mother. She is going to love you so much. I love you so much. And you have a big sister named Angelina she is going to love you too. Tomorrow is her birthday actually. She is going to be happy that you came and I know you have a long way before you can come home but I know one day you will come home with us. You are so tiny. I can't believe it. You are a little peanut. I'm going to call you peanut until you have a name. I'm sorry you don't have a name yet but I think your mom and I should decide on a name together for you. That's the only way. That's the right way. I love you, Peanut. I couldn't be a prouder father. I am going to do my best to be the best father I can be. I try but I don't know how successful I am. I hope that I can do a good job with you. I'm glad I'm here for you. I wasn't there for Angelina but I'm here for you and I will be here every day until you come home. I love you," I say as I feel the tears run down my cheek. I don't know what else to say to him so all I can do is hold him against my skin so he can feel the warmth of my body. I spend most of the night holding him and feeding him. They put me in a room to sleep for the night but all I can do is toss and turn because I'm worried about the baby and I'm worried about Natalie. I'm glad the baby is alive but I just hope he continues to do well and I hope that I can see Natalie in the morning. I can't sleep with all this going on tonight and I want to know who had my girlfriend and I want them to pay for all of this. Everything they did to her and everything they could have done to my son. They will pay and I will make sure of it.
*A/N: So what did you think? Please review and thank-you for reading.
