A/N: I forgot to say in the last chapter.. Someday I may do research on
the subjects of my writing, but alas, today is not that day. Thus,
anything I said medically in that last chapter was probably not completely,
if at all, true. And for those of you who care, there will be one or two
more chapters after this one, and then an epilogue. *reads over author's
notes* Why am I using words like alas and thus? Odd.
Chapter 9
"Don't you ever do that to me again, Kevin Kinkirk!" Lucy Kinkirk sat down in the chair next to her husband's bed with a sigh. It was baffling how, after being worried beyond comparison for Kevin for an hour or so, she could be so tired in the late afternoon. Of course, she hadn't slept well the night before, either.
"I love you Kevin," said Lucy as she took his hand in hers. "I love you so much, and I don't know what I would do without you. But it's more than that. I need you. I can't get through this without you."
She suddenly felt the baby kick, and placed Kevin's hand on her belly.
"Do you feel that, Kevin? That's your child. Our child. You're going to miss his or her birth if you don't wake up soon. I really don't want you to miss that, or anything else. And I don't know how I could get through it without you. I need you, Kevin, I need you by my side."
"If you die.." The lump in Lucy's throat was so large now she could barely croak the words out, and warm tears were running down her face, smearing her mascara. But she knew she had to voice these feelings inside of her, instead of having them destroy her from the inside. "If you die, I don't know what I would do. It would tear me apart. I couldn't raise a child while mourning over you. I don't want to leave him or her with my parents. I don't want this child to never know his or her father; I want this child to know you. I want to raise this child with you; I want to start a family with you. Not by myself. Please, Kevin, do that for me. Please, God, do this for me. Please let him wake up, please let him be okay."
Lucy looked at the clock on the wall. It was only four thirty, why was she so tired? But as Lucy squeezed Kevin's hand and drifted off into sleep, she could have sworn she felt Kevin's hand squeezing back in hers.
******
Mary was waiting anxiously in the airport. The next flight to Glenoak was going to board in ten minutes, but it had already been an hour since Simon called. She picked up her cell phone to call home, hopefully someone would be home to tell her what was going on, but the instant she took it out of her purse it rang. Tyler, who was keeping her company, smiled in amusement.
"Hello?" said Mary, answering the phone.
"Hi Mary, it's Simon."
"What's going on?"
"Kevin's fine now, or back where he was."
"Oh, good."
"Where are you?"
"Buffalo Airport. The next flight boards in ten minutes."
"Oh, so are you still coming here?"
"Actually, I don't think so, since Kevin is still among the living and Lucy is still among the sane."
"Ha! Just what exactly is your definition of sane?"
"You know what I mean. Anyway, I'm sticking to the original plan, coming in three weeks, when hopefully the baby will come. And if she starts having contractions before then, you call me up. I still have three free plane tickets I need to use up anyway."
"Okay. I have to call Matt now, bye."
"His cell phone won't be on if he got on the flight I think he got on, but try anyway. Bye." She hung up the phone.
"So what happened?" asked Tyler.
"Apparently, they thought he was going to die," said Mary, "but he didn't die."
"That's good. So you're staying here now?"
"Yeah. I wasn't even supposed to leave, because I'm on call, but I doubt they're going to call me for another week anyway."
"Okay, then, shall we go?" Mary nodded, and they started to walk off, but then her cell phone rang again.
"Hello?" she said as she picked it up.
"Me again," said Simon's voice.
"What now?" groaned Mary. This probably wasn't good.
"Um, you remember you told me to call you if Lucy started having contractions? Well, now she is." Mary's jaw dropped and she looked back at the gate where people were boarding to go to Glenoak.
"I'll be there in five hours."
Chapter 9
"Don't you ever do that to me again, Kevin Kinkirk!" Lucy Kinkirk sat down in the chair next to her husband's bed with a sigh. It was baffling how, after being worried beyond comparison for Kevin for an hour or so, she could be so tired in the late afternoon. Of course, she hadn't slept well the night before, either.
"I love you Kevin," said Lucy as she took his hand in hers. "I love you so much, and I don't know what I would do without you. But it's more than that. I need you. I can't get through this without you."
She suddenly felt the baby kick, and placed Kevin's hand on her belly.
"Do you feel that, Kevin? That's your child. Our child. You're going to miss his or her birth if you don't wake up soon. I really don't want you to miss that, or anything else. And I don't know how I could get through it without you. I need you, Kevin, I need you by my side."
"If you die.." The lump in Lucy's throat was so large now she could barely croak the words out, and warm tears were running down her face, smearing her mascara. But she knew she had to voice these feelings inside of her, instead of having them destroy her from the inside. "If you die, I don't know what I would do. It would tear me apart. I couldn't raise a child while mourning over you. I don't want to leave him or her with my parents. I don't want this child to never know his or her father; I want this child to know you. I want to raise this child with you; I want to start a family with you. Not by myself. Please, Kevin, do that for me. Please, God, do this for me. Please let him wake up, please let him be okay."
Lucy looked at the clock on the wall. It was only four thirty, why was she so tired? But as Lucy squeezed Kevin's hand and drifted off into sleep, she could have sworn she felt Kevin's hand squeezing back in hers.
******
Mary was waiting anxiously in the airport. The next flight to Glenoak was going to board in ten minutes, but it had already been an hour since Simon called. She picked up her cell phone to call home, hopefully someone would be home to tell her what was going on, but the instant she took it out of her purse it rang. Tyler, who was keeping her company, smiled in amusement.
"Hello?" said Mary, answering the phone.
"Hi Mary, it's Simon."
"What's going on?"
"Kevin's fine now, or back where he was."
"Oh, good."
"Where are you?"
"Buffalo Airport. The next flight boards in ten minutes."
"Oh, so are you still coming here?"
"Actually, I don't think so, since Kevin is still among the living and Lucy is still among the sane."
"Ha! Just what exactly is your definition of sane?"
"You know what I mean. Anyway, I'm sticking to the original plan, coming in three weeks, when hopefully the baby will come. And if she starts having contractions before then, you call me up. I still have three free plane tickets I need to use up anyway."
"Okay. I have to call Matt now, bye."
"His cell phone won't be on if he got on the flight I think he got on, but try anyway. Bye." She hung up the phone.
"So what happened?" asked Tyler.
"Apparently, they thought he was going to die," said Mary, "but he didn't die."
"That's good. So you're staying here now?"
"Yeah. I wasn't even supposed to leave, because I'm on call, but I doubt they're going to call me for another week anyway."
"Okay, then, shall we go?" Mary nodded, and they started to walk off, but then her cell phone rang again.
"Hello?" she said as she picked it up.
"Me again," said Simon's voice.
"What now?" groaned Mary. This probably wasn't good.
"Um, you remember you told me to call you if Lucy started having contractions? Well, now she is." Mary's jaw dropped and she looked back at the gate where people were boarding to go to Glenoak.
"I'll be there in five hours."