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Chapter Seven
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November 20th
Finally, the day had arrived. Stacy smiled nervously at herself, her reflection gazing back at her in the dressing room mirror. Her long, honey colored hair hung in soft curls around her shoulders. A thin veil was pinned to the tiara that adorned her head. She had yet to place the veil in front of her face. Her makeup was done lightly but beautifully; pale pink eyeshadow, silver eyeliner, and clear lip gloss. Her dress was by far the most beautiful dress she had ever seen. It was strapless and flowed, the train trailing a half foot behind her. It was white silk, with elaborate beadwork around the bodice. She was lucky to have it altered to fit around her now fairly large swollen stomach and it still look amazing on her. She wore no shoes.
"Stace," Torrie said, walking into the room. She also looked beautiful in her ocean blue Maid of Honor's gown. She had tiny sprigs of baby's breath in her hair, that was pinned in tiny ringlets atop her head. "The ceremony begins in ten minutes. It's time to get out there."
"Alright." Stacy smiled. She took a deep breath and moved the veil over her face.
"You look so beautiful." Torrie smiled, linking her arm with Stacy's as they walked to where all of the other bridesmaids and Stacy's father were. As soon as she arrived, Torrie linked arms with Christian as they walked down the aisle, the Maid of Honor and the Best Man. Next was Amy, and Stacy smiled at the redhead as she and Chris Irvine trekked down the aisle. Lisa Marie and Jeff were next, and last was Trish and Dave Batista.
Finally, the wedding march began to play. Stacy interlinked her arm with her fathers and they began to slowly walk down the aisle. Stacy smiled widely as she met Adam's eyes. They were the only people in the room. Adam's smile was full of such happiness as he looked at his future wife. He couldn't help it as his eyes filled with tears as he watched her come nearer and nearer. As Stacy watched him, she didn't even notice the tears in her brown eyes spilling over onto her cheeks. When Stacy and her father reached Adam at the altar, her father lifted her veil. brushed her tears away, and kissed her once on each cheek.
"I love you, sweetheart." Her father told her.
"I love you too, Daddy." Stacy smiled, hugging her father, before turning back towards the priest. He began to speak, but Stacy could barely hear a word he was saying. Natural ecstacy was coursing through the blonde's veins, pure joy at the thought of soon becoming Mrs. Adam Copeland.
Stacy barely heard a word that was spoken during the ceremony, just her cues to say 'I do.' Finally, after much anticipation on the parts of both the groom and the lady, Stacy Keibler became Mrs. Stacy Copeland. Tears of happiness streaked down her cheeks as Adam leaned in, giving her the first sweet, loving kiss they shared as man and wife.
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"Adam," Stacy whispered in her husband's ear. "Our wedding was beautiful. Thank you."
Adam opened his sleepy eyes from the hotel room bed. He and Stacy had flown to the Caribbean after the wedding, and it was now very late at night.
"For what, sweetheart?" Adam asked, wrapping his arms around his beautiful bride.
"For loving me. For showing me what real love is." She smiled, snuggling in close to Adam. He returned the smile, kissing her forehead.
"I love you, baby." He said. Stacy smiled.
"I love you too." She said before yawning. The two then drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
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Adam woke up early the next morning. Sunlight was streaming through the window, and the bathroom door was closed. The pleasent sounds of heaving could be heard from inside.
"Baby?" He said softly, knocking on the door. There was no answer. "Stace?" He knocked louder. Still no answer. He twisted the doorknob and walked in. He saw his wife resting her head on her arms on the toilet lid.
"Are you alright, sweetheart?" Adam asked, kneeling down beside his wife. He noticed a trickle of blood trailing from the corner of her mouth.
"Something's wrong, Adam. Something's wrong." She began to cry. Adam scooped her up, carrying her into the main part of the room.
"What's wrong? Stacy, please talk to me..." Adam said, rocking her back and forth slightly.
"The baby, something's wrong with the baby...I need to go to the hospital." Stacy was becoming weaker and weaker as she spoke. Adam quickly dialed a number on the phone, and demanded that an ambulance be there as quickly as possible. No more than ten minutes later, two men with a stretcher entered the hotel room. They loaded Stacy onto it, and as Adam took her hand, she passed out.
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When Stacy woke up, she had more needles in her and more wires attached to her then she had ever had before. Adam was sitting at bedside, his green eyes peeled wide open. He snapped to attention when he felt Stacy stirring.
"Baby...you're awake," He said, his voice cracking. "The doctor's said they were afraid you were going to slip into a coma...you've suffered such bad internal injuries..."
"What? But...how?" Stacy asked.
Adam shook his head. "From Andrew...the doctor who checked you out said that the other hospital released you too early last time...you weren't out of the danger zone yet...and something triggered another bout of hemorrhaging. It caused so much strain on all of your other organs, the doctors thought your body was going to shut down to try to keep the baby alive..." Adam's voice was now wavering horribly, and a single tear slipped down his cheek.
"Is the baby dead?" Stacy whispered. Adam shook his head once more.
"No...but she has a very low chance of survival..." Adam cried. "It's a baby girl, Stacy...they did an ultrasound...it's a girl...our baby girl..." He couldn't stop the sobs from racking his body. Tears also began steadily flowing down her cheeks. "I hate that bastard! He's tried to take away everything I love and care about!"
"Adam...shh...baby, it's alright...we're going to be okay...the doctors...they can do something for the baby...she'll be okay..." Stacy told him. He couldn't stop his tears, and Stacy scooted over in her bed.
"Come here, sweetheart." She patted the bed next to her. He climbed into it and held her as they both cried.
"I can't lose you, Stacy...I can't bare to lose you...You're my everything..." Adam whispered as he rocked her back and forth. "I love you so much..."
"I love you too, Adam, so much..." Stacy whispered back. The two sat in silence as their tears dried up.
"I'll do everything I can to make this better, baby. This baby is going to make it. She's going to be okay." Stacy said, before leaning in and giving Adam a small, but sweet kiss on the lips.
The doctor came in about twenty minutes later. "Mrs. Copeland," He said, looking at the couple, then down at her charts. "You've suffered severe hemorrhaging. Though I'm sure your husband has told you everything."
"Yes, doctor."
"We're going to try everything in our power to save this baby."
Stacy looked up at the doctor. "I know, doctor. But I know she's going to be okay...I know in my heart that she will be."