Everything Will Be OK.

A/N: terradaina's review made me realize that I had written that they lived on 79th and East End, when really I meant West End. In my mind I was writing West End. There is no red building on 79th and East End. There are weird sort of dirty white-ish brownish ones with grimy fire escapes and palm readers, but no red buildings. Also, they would have gone to Mt. Sinai Hospital if they were on East End. Ok. Rambling. Point is: My bad. Nothing is random. It's all planned. They live on West End because I was on the 79th street cross-town bus the other day and I was reminded of the nice, red building on 79th and West End.

Special note just for terradaina: It is so weird that you go to Brearley because in my mind I made Lola go to Brearley and the boys go to Collegiate (ignore the fact that Collegiate boys suck). Damn, that's bizarre. I'm actually going to be weirded out for days.

For my loyal reviewer, Smile1: I can't help but feel that another reason why you don't like this story is because, well, there's not a whole lot of smiling. Just you wait. Originally this was going to be a one-parter, but apparently, I had a lot to write, so I broke it down. Unfortunately, this means that the first part is rather lacking in the happy department.

Warning: This is a short one. Don't be disappointed there is more to come. Also, I just need to get this story out of my system and then I'll get back to Lightning. Don't you fret.

Chapter Two

When Dr. Phillips checked Rory's progress, she was only two centimeters dilated.

"What does that mean? I mean, I know what it means, but what does it mean?" Rory hoped she made sense. From the light smile on Dr. Phillips' face, it seemed that she had.

"It means that you have a long way to go before you're ready to have this baby." The doctor clarified.

"How's the baby doing?" Tade's voice had become raspy at some point.

"It seems to be doing well, so we aren't quite sure what has sent you into premature labor." Dr. Phillips' face returned to her formal, no-nonsense look. Before the sound waves created by her voice had a chance to settle, a machine in the corner began to beep frantically. Tade and Rory's eyes darted to each other. Lightning. Suddenly Rory screamed in pain. It wasn't the sharp pain of a contraction. It was a thick, foggy pain that clouded over her eyes. Nurses rushed in and began doing things that didn't make sense to Tade. He saw syringes and clamps and knives and, and blood. He saw more blood.

"Mr. Ntekim, your baby's heart rate is dropping rapidly and we don't know how to get it back up so we are going to perform a C-section to get it out as quickly as possible." The doctor explained quickly but calmly.

"But what's wrong with my wife? Why is she in pain like that? Will she be ok?" He asked quickly, not understanding anything anymore.

"We think something must have ruptured, but we're going to do our best to make sure everything will be ok. I have to ask you to leave the room, however, while we operate." She said carefully.

"I can't leave." He didn't know to whom he was talking anymore. The doctor? Rory? Himself? It didn't matter. No one was listening.

"I'm sorry, but you must." She stated firmly. Tade couldn't argue anymore. How would he help by being in the room? He wasn't a doctor. He couldn't save this child. He couldn't save Rory.

He trudged out of the room and looked for his son through glazed-over eyes. At the sight of his child sitting alone in the hospital, he crumbled to the floor with tears overtaking his body. He probably hadn't cried like that since he was four-years-old, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't help anything or anyone.

Blue looked up from where he had been sitting for the past two hours. Essien and Mark had come with worried faces and brought him a CD player to keep him entertained. They had gone in search of information and soda a few minutes before. So, he was alone again. That is, until his father came out of the room. Was that his father? He had never seen him like this. He was frightened, yet he knew he needed to be brave and comfort this man who obviously needed help. In one quick, shimmying motion Blue had slid off the chair and gone to wrap his arms around his father.

Tade felt the tiny frame of his son in his arms and pulled him tighter. He held on to him for dear life. What if the doctors can't help her and the baby either? What if it's just Blue and I from now on? Don't think like this. Everything will be ok. He told himself without believing it.

Lorelai came racing out of the elevator in search of her daughter. She ran up to the desk, but down the hall she saw a sight that made her want to collapse. Her son-in-law was sitting in the middle of the hallway with his son in his arms, rocking back and forth in an unsettling manner, as tears dripped from his face and sobs escaped from his body. She had to be strong for these two. She sprinted down the hall and kneeled before them.

"Tade? Tade?" She put her hand on his shoulder and felt him shaking with fear. "I need you to tell me what happened. Here, why don't I take Blue and-" As she reached for the boy Tade jerked him away from her touch and held him closer.

"No! I need him!" He nearly hollered through his tears. Blue was scared, but not of his father. He was scared of what had happened behind that door. He was glad that he was needed, and in return, he hugged his father tighter.

"Ok. He can stay. Just tell me what happened!" Lorelai was rapidly losing her cool. She needed to know if her daughter was ok. She needed to know that everything was going to be ok.

"They think something ruptured." He stifled a sob. "The baby's heart rate dropped. They're performing a C-section and I can't be there. She was in pain. There was blood. More blood." He buried his head in the crook of Blue's neck. The boy had heard everything and was scared. He didn't know what the word "ruptured" meant. He didn't know what a c-section was. He didn't know what a heart rate was, but he knew what a heart was, and he knew what pain was, and he knew what blood was. He bit his lip so that he wouldn't cry, but tears began to trickle down his face anyway.

Lorelai let the information sink in. Her daughter was still alive. Had she really been thinking that she had died? No. She was sure that she would have known. Everything was going to be ok. She just had to make Tade believe this.

"Honey, it's going to be ok. C-sections are performed all the time. This is a very good hospital." She tried to comfort

"Dad," Blue began quietly in a tear-filled voice. "I promise that everything will be ok. It has to be." He told his father confidently, but at a near whisper. When Tade saw the honest look on his son's face, he couldn't help but believe him. It was going to be ok.

"Thank you." He told his son before kissing him on the forehead and standing up with the boy still in his arms.

At that moment the door to Rory's room opened and a number of nurses came rushing out, pushing an incubator ahead of them. Tade looked to them expectantly.

"One of her lungs has collapsed and we need to get her to St. Luke's Hospital. Would you like to come with us?" The young man asked Tade in reference to the small baby in the incubator.

"Yes. Of course." Tade carefully, but quickly handed Blue to Lorelai. "How's my wife?" He asked with fear.

"She's doing just fine." The nurse answered.

"Ok." Tade turned to Blue and Lorelai. "You stay here for Rory and I'll go with my daughter." He let a small smile flicker on his lips. Essien came down the hall in time to hear the last part.

"Congrats Kiddo." Essien told his brother. "You just make sure that little girl is ok." He patted Tade on the back as he, the nurses, and his daughter were loaded into the elevator before being taken to another ambulance.

Once inside the speeding vehicle, Tade finally looked down at his newborn child. She was strikingly pale and couldn't have been any longer than his forearm, but she was beautiful. There was a tube in her nose, but he couldn't help noticing that she had Rory's nose. He wanted to kiss her and hold her tight, but he couldn't. He could only stare.

Soon they were at St. Luke's and the frantic rushing and shouting began again. Tade ran after them until they reached the double doors of the ICNU. A nurse told him that he couldn't go in there and he knew that he couldn't fight her. He stared after his baby girl and as she was being pulled through the doors, her eyes snapped open to reveal an amazing blue that seemed to meet her father's. He let a full smile spread across his lips. Everything was going to ok. He was positive.

To be continued.