*Note: This chapter takes place 8 months after the wedding, meaning that
Alison is around 8 months along in her pregnancy. And I really don't know
if Karen is actually able to deliver babies on the show, but in my story
she can.lol*
Alison moaned as she was awaken by the baby's kicking. It was 9 am and the baby was already at it! Both she and Rafe had decided that the baby must be a future soccer player or something. It always seemed to be kicking. Alison had a little trouble with her back during the 6th and 7th months, so her doctor had advised her to keep off her feet for the 8th month, which meant that she had to take off of work. She was glad in a way, but staying home with nothing to do but watch TV all day wasn't what she considered fun. With Rafe working until 5 each day at the Port Charles newspaper office, she was definitely bored out of her mind most of the time.
"Alright, I'm getting kind of tired of this being alone with nothing to do for most of the day. I'm calling Lucy to see if she wants to come over." She dialed Lucy's number on the cordless phone, and was annoyed when she got the answering machine.
"Lucy, its Alison. I'm just really bored and wanted to know if you'd like to come over to keep me company. Just call me back whenever you get a chance." Alison sighed as she hung up the phone. Jack and Jamal were busy with their bike shop, and she wasn't really friends with anyone else besides some of the girls at work. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
"Well hey, maybe it's Lucy. Hang on, I'll be there in a minute!" She gently got up and walked to the door.
"Hello Alison."
Alison gasped. "Livvie? What the hell are you doing here?" She hadn't seen Livvie since the scene she put on at the wedding. The last she heard, Kevin had gotten her some professional help. She hadn't actually been put in a psychiatric ward, which made Alison wonder if she should really be roaming the streets alone.
"I know I'm not exactly your favorite person, but I just wanted to talk to you. I'm really sorry for everything I put you through. You really didn't deserve the crap, and I realize now how stupid I was for plotting revenge on you for nothing. I hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me."
Alison was stunned. Livvie was actually apologizing? What was going on here? "Well Livvie, it's not like you just stole Rafe from me. You tried to kill us both. So tell me, would you forgive someone that tried to kill you?"
"Ok, so I'm not exactly Mother Theresa. Look I'm trying here. I don't recall you ever apologizing for taking Jack from me."
"Oh please, just stop. We both know that was your fault, and not mine. When I was accused of killing your father, you ran around town telling anyone who listened that I was a witch and a murderer. Then, when you found out the truth, you still thought the worst of me. I really don't know why you think I'm even going to consider forgiving you."
"Fine. But don't expect me to ever reconsider our friendship."
Alison laughed. "Livvie, you really are crazy. Did you hear anything I just said? I really think you need to get some more professional help if you can't get it through your head that you destroyed every ounce of our friendship. Just go. I really don't need this now, or ever again for that matter."
Livvie walked out without even a second glance. Alison went over to lie on the couch, and as soon as she did she felt a sharp pain in her back. The baby then started kicking repeatedly. After five minutes, she decided she probably needed to find a ride to the hospital. Rafe was in New York City for the day, doing a special article for the city. He wouldn't be able to give her a ride, but she definitely had to tell him so that he would be able to go to the hospital. His cellphone was unfortunately turned off, so she left him a quick message. Lucy still wasn't home, so she had to call Jack and Jamal at the bike shop.
"Hey Jack, can you and Jamal get over here real fast?"
"Is there something wrong?"
"I think I'm going into labor."
"Ok, hang in there. We'll be over there in a few!"
After what seemed like forever, Jamal and Jack finally came to take her to the hospital. Jack pretty much ran every red light that they came to and broke the speed limit many times. Alison started hyperventilating.
"Jack!," Alison screamed, "You are going to get caught by a cop if you keep this stuff up. So slow the heck down!"
Jamal laughed. "Chill out woman. He's only going 15 over the speed limit. We should be at General Hospital in about 5 minutes."
"Yeah Alison, don't worry. No police officer will catch me now."
As soon as he said that, however, they heard a siren.
"Did I not just tell you to slow down? Now we'll never get to the hospital. Damnit!" Alison cursed when she felt several sharp kicks from the baby.
"Relax, Ali. Jack and I will just explain to the officer that we really have no time to go through the whole ticket process, then we'll be on our way." The officer came over to their car after they stopped. "Good morning. I assume that I don't have to tell you that you were going 15 over the speed limit. Can I see your license and registration please?"
Jack laughed nervously. "Well sir I'd be glad to, but you see my friend there in the backseat is about to have a baby. She needed a ride and I left in too much of a hurry to grab my wallet with my license and stuff in it."
"Well there, I guess you'll just have to wait a few minutes while I call the station to get someone down here to confirm something. I'll need your name and social security number."
"I'm Jack Ramsey, but sir, I really don't have time for this. Can you just follow us to the hospital or something, please?"
"Sorry, can't do that. Just relax. It'll take a few hours for the young lady to give birth anyway."
Alison moaned loudly in the back seat and pounded her fist against the ceiling of the car. She couldn't believe this guy. She was going into labor and he didn't even care! "Look here, Mr. law. I really don't have time for this bull. I'm about a month from my due date, which means there could be some complications. So you are going to let us go to the damn hospital right now, whether you like it or not!"
The officer jumped slightly in shock from Alison's outburst, which made her smile with satisfaction. "Uh, you know what, I'm just going to let you three go with a warning. Just be careful next time." The officer walked back to his car slowly.
"Damn woman, you really know how to handle them!" Jamal laughed.
"Yeah, so Jack I expect some major thanks for saving your ass. But for now, let's go." Jack pulled cautiously back out onto the road, making sure this time not to speed. He pulled up to the drop off at General Hospital a few minutes later. "You go take Alison inside, Jamal. I'll go park."
Jamal led her into the hospital where they took an elevator to the maternity floor. Alison went up to the desk and calmly spoke to the nurse. "I'm Alison Kovich. I'm going into labor and I'm not really due for another month."
The nurse nodded and told the orderly to find an available room. "Who's your doctor Mrs. Kovich?"
"Dr. Karen Wexler."
"Ok. We'll page her and she'll be up here soon." The orderly came back and escorted Alison to her room. Karen arrived not much later and hooked her up to all the equipment. After about half an hour, she said, "Alison, I'm afraid your baby's heart rate is not getting up to what it should be. If this doesn't improve soon, we'll have to perform a cesarean."
Alison was on the verge of tears. "But, Rafe isn't here yet. And my grandma isn't here."
"I know sweetheart, I know. Jack and Jamal are making phone calls right now out in the hall. They're doing everything they can to get a hold of everyone. But it will be ok, don't worry. I'll get a nurse in here to stay with you until I come back to check."
Jack came into her room. "Hey girl, hang in there. Jamal just got a hold of Rafe finally and he's going to be here as soon as he can. I heard what Karen said about possibly doing the cesarean. We'll be here, don't worry."
Alison reached out to give him a hug. "Thanks Jack." She prayed silently that Rafe would get here in time. It just wouldn't be the same without him.
Alison moaned as she was awaken by the baby's kicking. It was 9 am and the baby was already at it! Both she and Rafe had decided that the baby must be a future soccer player or something. It always seemed to be kicking. Alison had a little trouble with her back during the 6th and 7th months, so her doctor had advised her to keep off her feet for the 8th month, which meant that she had to take off of work. She was glad in a way, but staying home with nothing to do but watch TV all day wasn't what she considered fun. With Rafe working until 5 each day at the Port Charles newspaper office, she was definitely bored out of her mind most of the time.
"Alright, I'm getting kind of tired of this being alone with nothing to do for most of the day. I'm calling Lucy to see if she wants to come over." She dialed Lucy's number on the cordless phone, and was annoyed when she got the answering machine.
"Lucy, its Alison. I'm just really bored and wanted to know if you'd like to come over to keep me company. Just call me back whenever you get a chance." Alison sighed as she hung up the phone. Jack and Jamal were busy with their bike shop, and she wasn't really friends with anyone else besides some of the girls at work. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
"Well hey, maybe it's Lucy. Hang on, I'll be there in a minute!" She gently got up and walked to the door.
"Hello Alison."
Alison gasped. "Livvie? What the hell are you doing here?" She hadn't seen Livvie since the scene she put on at the wedding. The last she heard, Kevin had gotten her some professional help. She hadn't actually been put in a psychiatric ward, which made Alison wonder if she should really be roaming the streets alone.
"I know I'm not exactly your favorite person, but I just wanted to talk to you. I'm really sorry for everything I put you through. You really didn't deserve the crap, and I realize now how stupid I was for plotting revenge on you for nothing. I hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me."
Alison was stunned. Livvie was actually apologizing? What was going on here? "Well Livvie, it's not like you just stole Rafe from me. You tried to kill us both. So tell me, would you forgive someone that tried to kill you?"
"Ok, so I'm not exactly Mother Theresa. Look I'm trying here. I don't recall you ever apologizing for taking Jack from me."
"Oh please, just stop. We both know that was your fault, and not mine. When I was accused of killing your father, you ran around town telling anyone who listened that I was a witch and a murderer. Then, when you found out the truth, you still thought the worst of me. I really don't know why you think I'm even going to consider forgiving you."
"Fine. But don't expect me to ever reconsider our friendship."
Alison laughed. "Livvie, you really are crazy. Did you hear anything I just said? I really think you need to get some more professional help if you can't get it through your head that you destroyed every ounce of our friendship. Just go. I really don't need this now, or ever again for that matter."
Livvie walked out without even a second glance. Alison went over to lie on the couch, and as soon as she did she felt a sharp pain in her back. The baby then started kicking repeatedly. After five minutes, she decided she probably needed to find a ride to the hospital. Rafe was in New York City for the day, doing a special article for the city. He wouldn't be able to give her a ride, but she definitely had to tell him so that he would be able to go to the hospital. His cellphone was unfortunately turned off, so she left him a quick message. Lucy still wasn't home, so she had to call Jack and Jamal at the bike shop.
"Hey Jack, can you and Jamal get over here real fast?"
"Is there something wrong?"
"I think I'm going into labor."
"Ok, hang in there. We'll be over there in a few!"
After what seemed like forever, Jamal and Jack finally came to take her to the hospital. Jack pretty much ran every red light that they came to and broke the speed limit many times. Alison started hyperventilating.
"Jack!," Alison screamed, "You are going to get caught by a cop if you keep this stuff up. So slow the heck down!"
Jamal laughed. "Chill out woman. He's only going 15 over the speed limit. We should be at General Hospital in about 5 minutes."
"Yeah Alison, don't worry. No police officer will catch me now."
As soon as he said that, however, they heard a siren.
"Did I not just tell you to slow down? Now we'll never get to the hospital. Damnit!" Alison cursed when she felt several sharp kicks from the baby.
"Relax, Ali. Jack and I will just explain to the officer that we really have no time to go through the whole ticket process, then we'll be on our way." The officer came over to their car after they stopped. "Good morning. I assume that I don't have to tell you that you were going 15 over the speed limit. Can I see your license and registration please?"
Jack laughed nervously. "Well sir I'd be glad to, but you see my friend there in the backseat is about to have a baby. She needed a ride and I left in too much of a hurry to grab my wallet with my license and stuff in it."
"Well there, I guess you'll just have to wait a few minutes while I call the station to get someone down here to confirm something. I'll need your name and social security number."
"I'm Jack Ramsey, but sir, I really don't have time for this. Can you just follow us to the hospital or something, please?"
"Sorry, can't do that. Just relax. It'll take a few hours for the young lady to give birth anyway."
Alison moaned loudly in the back seat and pounded her fist against the ceiling of the car. She couldn't believe this guy. She was going into labor and he didn't even care! "Look here, Mr. law. I really don't have time for this bull. I'm about a month from my due date, which means there could be some complications. So you are going to let us go to the damn hospital right now, whether you like it or not!"
The officer jumped slightly in shock from Alison's outburst, which made her smile with satisfaction. "Uh, you know what, I'm just going to let you three go with a warning. Just be careful next time." The officer walked back to his car slowly.
"Damn woman, you really know how to handle them!" Jamal laughed.
"Yeah, so Jack I expect some major thanks for saving your ass. But for now, let's go." Jack pulled cautiously back out onto the road, making sure this time not to speed. He pulled up to the drop off at General Hospital a few minutes later. "You go take Alison inside, Jamal. I'll go park."
Jamal led her into the hospital where they took an elevator to the maternity floor. Alison went up to the desk and calmly spoke to the nurse. "I'm Alison Kovich. I'm going into labor and I'm not really due for another month."
The nurse nodded and told the orderly to find an available room. "Who's your doctor Mrs. Kovich?"
"Dr. Karen Wexler."
"Ok. We'll page her and she'll be up here soon." The orderly came back and escorted Alison to her room. Karen arrived not much later and hooked her up to all the equipment. After about half an hour, she said, "Alison, I'm afraid your baby's heart rate is not getting up to what it should be. If this doesn't improve soon, we'll have to perform a cesarean."
Alison was on the verge of tears. "But, Rafe isn't here yet. And my grandma isn't here."
"I know sweetheart, I know. Jack and Jamal are making phone calls right now out in the hall. They're doing everything they can to get a hold of everyone. But it will be ok, don't worry. I'll get a nurse in here to stay with you until I come back to check."
Jack came into her room. "Hey girl, hang in there. Jamal just got a hold of Rafe finally and he's going to be here as soon as he can. I heard what Karen said about possibly doing the cesarean. We'll be here, don't worry."
Alison reached out to give him a hug. "Thanks Jack." She prayed silently that Rafe would get here in time. It just wouldn't be the same without him.