DISCLAIMER: The whole "I don't own it" drift. Yeah. You get the picture. The title of this chappie and the lines at the end are from the Lifehouse song (believe it or not) "Simon."
MY NOTES: Thanks to all reviewers! You guys rock!
LaurenD-Glad you like it!
Kaykay- I'm glad you like it...It must be DANG good if you liked it even without Mary and Wilson being together in the first chapter. LoL.
Camden-Kinkirk- Glad you liked it! Don't cry!
Shan- Yes! Boo Carlos! And sad girl died...lol... You're hilarious! Bethie talk like caveman sometimes, too...lol... I'm not revealing the middle name on my birth certificate...lol...but you can say "Bethany Michelle Smith!" lol...
RGBlue16- Thanks!
CHAPTER TWO: CATCH YOUR BREATH
Mary woke up in the floor, the divorce papers still in her hand. "Oh, Carlos! Please come home!"
But Carlos wasn't coming home and the papers in Mary's hand were proof.
She groaned as she felt a contraction. "Not now, Baby. Please not now." But it appeared that the baby had made up his mind to. He was ready to come. Mary barely managed to drag herself onto the couch. She grabbed the phone and dialed 911. Then she prayed that someone would make ir before the baby came. She didn't want to give birth alone.
The paramedics arrived just when Mary thought they wouldn't make it. There was no time for them to get her to the hospital. A young paramedic delivered Mary's son. Then they cleaned him up and layed him in his mother's arms. She kissed his tiny head. Why did he have to look so much like Carlos?
The paramedics cleaned up the place a little before taking Mary to the hospital.
As she rode in the ambulance looking at her son, she tried to decide what to name him. She and Carlos had planned to name him Charles Miguel...But Miguel was Carlos's grandfather's name, and the baby alone reminded her enough of Carlos. She didn't want to give him a name that would only bring back more memories.
She looked over at the paramedic who had delivered her baby. "What's your name?" she asked him.
"Tim," he replied. "Tim Dawson."
She looked back at her son, pondering the name in her mind. Then she looked up and said, "Well, Tim Dawson, meet Charles Timothy Rivera."
The paramedic couldn't help smiling at the tiny baby boy who was named for him. "I'm honored, Mrs. Rivera."
"Mary," she replied. "I'm taking Rivera off as soon as I can."
The young man said nothing to break the awkward silence.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Immediately after Alyssa's funeral, Wilson went home and started packing. He had to work only eight more days to finish out his notice. And then he was leaving. He never wanted to see Buffalo, New York again. He was moving back to Glenoak. For good.
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Catch your breath,
Hit the wall,
Scream out loud,
As you start to crawl.
...............
A/N: Watcha think? Shannon, don't be mad at me for leaving the baby's name Charles. I won't let 'em call him Chuck...lol That was another short one!
MY NOTES: Thanks to all reviewers! You guys rock!
LaurenD-Glad you like it!
Kaykay- I'm glad you like it...It must be DANG good if you liked it even without Mary and Wilson being together in the first chapter. LoL.
Camden-Kinkirk- Glad you liked it! Don't cry!
Shan- Yes! Boo Carlos! And sad girl died...lol... You're hilarious! Bethie talk like caveman sometimes, too...lol... I'm not revealing the middle name on my birth certificate...lol...but you can say "Bethany Michelle Smith!" lol...
RGBlue16- Thanks!
CHAPTER TWO: CATCH YOUR BREATH
Mary woke up in the floor, the divorce papers still in her hand. "Oh, Carlos! Please come home!"
But Carlos wasn't coming home and the papers in Mary's hand were proof.
She groaned as she felt a contraction. "Not now, Baby. Please not now." But it appeared that the baby had made up his mind to. He was ready to come. Mary barely managed to drag herself onto the couch. She grabbed the phone and dialed 911. Then she prayed that someone would make ir before the baby came. She didn't want to give birth alone.
The paramedics arrived just when Mary thought they wouldn't make it. There was no time for them to get her to the hospital. A young paramedic delivered Mary's son. Then they cleaned him up and layed him in his mother's arms. She kissed his tiny head. Why did he have to look so much like Carlos?
The paramedics cleaned up the place a little before taking Mary to the hospital.
As she rode in the ambulance looking at her son, she tried to decide what to name him. She and Carlos had planned to name him Charles Miguel...But Miguel was Carlos's grandfather's name, and the baby alone reminded her enough of Carlos. She didn't want to give him a name that would only bring back more memories.
She looked over at the paramedic who had delivered her baby. "What's your name?" she asked him.
"Tim," he replied. "Tim Dawson."
She looked back at her son, pondering the name in her mind. Then she looked up and said, "Well, Tim Dawson, meet Charles Timothy Rivera."
The paramedic couldn't help smiling at the tiny baby boy who was named for him. "I'm honored, Mrs. Rivera."
"Mary," she replied. "I'm taking Rivera off as soon as I can."
The young man said nothing to break the awkward silence.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Immediately after Alyssa's funeral, Wilson went home and started packing. He had to work only eight more days to finish out his notice. And then he was leaving. He never wanted to see Buffalo, New York again. He was moving back to Glenoak. For good.
---------------
Catch your breath,
Hit the wall,
Scream out loud,
As you start to crawl.
...............
A/N: Watcha think? Shannon, don't be mad at me for leaving the baby's name Charles. I won't let 'em call him Chuck...lol That was another short one!