The sun had set and a chill moved in. The wind was coming off of the ocean, washing us in sticky salt spray, but the night air was crisp and refreshing. None of us really minded it anyway, seeing as we were having too much fun singing songs around the camp fire the guys had built up.
Before long I was snuggled between Dally's legs, which were bent at the knees so he could bury his feet in the sand, and resting against his chest, the gentle rising and falling of it lulling me to sleep with the crash of the waves. I could feel his breath tickling my neck and the violent shaking of his shoulders when he tried unsuccessfully to hold back his laughter. His hand moved up and down along my bare arm, tracing invisible patterns on my skin, and with the mesmerizing dance of the flames I found my self contentedly dreaming in his arms.
He shook me awake gently a short while later with a laugh. "Come on baby. Time for you to go to bed," He cooed into my ear.
He lifted me up into his arms and I held onto his strong neck as we made our way across the dunes and back into the house.
Gently setting me onto the bed, he pulled off my shoes and pulled the comforter over me. I heard a hushed conversation presumably near my door, but was much too tired to make out the words. I heard Dally laugh, then make his way towards my bed, slipping in beside me, and pulling me close to him.
And there is where I fell asleep; lying in the arms of the man I love, curled up in the warmth of his body.
So the days passed and the nights flew by. Soon I wasn't able to play the tour guide anymore, but Nick was more than happy to do it for me while I lazed around the house. Dally grew more and more nervous as the due date got closer and closer, as did I. Then finally, the day came…
I had just set down the book I was reading to get a drink when I felt my water break. Needless to say I started screaming. Such emotion flooded my senses. I was lost, scared, nervous, excited, anxious, and…well…you get the point.
Mom was the first to make it to my room. She grabbed the two suitcases we had packed for the occasion and screamed for Dally, who was not too far behind.
He helped me into the car and mom sped away with me in the back seat and Dally beside me, trying to calm me down. Well it's kind of hard to be calm when you are about to have a child out of wedlock and it feels like your entire insides are being ripped apart during every contraction.
The ride there passed in a blur and Mom got me into a hospital gown and I was sent into a room to wait for the baby to come.
The doctor offered me drugs, but I didn't want to take them. I didn't want anything to happen to the child, even though I wasn't too keen on having it anymore.
The hours passed slowly, waiting for each contraction to take its turn, only focusing on living through each one. Dally was in by my side whenever he could be. He was allowed. He was the father after all. The rest of the guys, however, were forced to wait out in the lobby. Nick decided to stay out there with them after he had come in and said hi. I think it might've been the fact that my face was scrunched up in pain and my hair was matted with sweat.
Only a little while to go is what the doctors told me, but it lasted forever.
Okies, I'm saving the delivery for the next chapter because I don't know how long it will be and I need some time to write it I think…I dunno…I've never had kids, so I can't even guess what its like. I'm only writing from like the show ER, and stories I've read…so don't get too mad at meh!! lol