Authors Note, I just watched Black Hawk Down, again. I love that movie, it's beautiful man. I'm all-emotional. There are tears! Though it may be oncoming P.M.S., I'm not sure yet. Anywho, since I'm all emotional this section is based on true life in my family. My great grandmother died a month before I was born, and my brother-in-law who was a father for two days lost his temper when he was cut off with my sister and nephew in the car. A few years ago I lost my Grandmother and my Uncle was run over by a Drunk Driver, so I'm inserting some of my life story in here. So enjoy, review and enjoy, please.
The night sky had opened up and poured down on the jeep, beside Hoot Diana sat in silence, she watched out the window with a hand upon her stomach.
If she would have talked, cried, or even screamed it would have made him happy. Hoot did not like her silence. He looked over every chance he could to be sure she was ok. Diana's eyes were red from her tears, which were the only sign of her grief.
The wipers were the only things that made noise beside the rain.
Unable to sit still Hoot reached over and covered her hand with his own. Diana in turn placed her other hand on his but continued to look out the window, silent.
Hoot stroked the top of her hand with his thumb, he risked a look away from the wet road and looked at her. He looked at the bump in her stomach and then quickly looked back to the road. Reminded that it wasn't just her he had to protect.
No sooner did he look back to the road, did the car in front of them put their brakes on. Hoot easily passed the smaller car and slid in front of it then he sped up, the base was ten minutes from the house, but longer in the weather. Diana watched him pass the little Japanese Import and remembered the endearment Danny had given them, it almost brought her to tears. She closed her eyes and laid her head back.
Hoot checked the rearview mirror and watched the little car pass them then slide in front of their jeep. Had it been any other day Hoot would have ridden the cars ass, he looked back to Diana and gave her hand a squeeze. She opened her eyes and looked into his deep brown ones. It was then Hoot saw the pain she felt, he wished more then anything to take it from her, he wished he were as close to his own father as Diana, but he wanted to pull the car over and hold her.
The bright lights behind Hoot dimmed, Sanderson had finally caught up.
Hoot looked back to the road and slowed down at the brake lights ahead of him, it was then Diana spoke, "I always knew he'd die on me." It was no more then
a whisper but it hurt him in a way he never knew before.
Hoot looked over at her, she softly whispered, "Watch the road, Hoot." Her words were broken, Hoot forced his eyes back to the road, he wanted nothing more then to say words that would help, but he didn't know any.
Diana lifted his hand from her stomach and kissed the palm.
The brake lights suddenly came on again, Hoot passed the car again and slid in the lane and sped up. Diana looked in the mirror and watched as the car sped up so Sanderson couldn't pass it. She closed her eyes and hugged his wrist. "What if it were you?"
Hoot quickly looked to her, "What?"
"I don't want to be alone again," she whispered.
Hoot took his eyes from the two-lane road and looked at her, he wanted nothing more then to pull the car over and hold her. She continued which broke his heart, "If something happened to you….we would be all right, I could make it. But I don't want to bury you too. I don't want to be a single mother."
Whether it was the pregnancy, the fact she had just lost her father or both, Diana was on the verge of tears again. The thoughts of loosing Hoot too terrified her, she trembled where she sat in the seat.
Hoot cupped her face, the sight of her so upset bothered him, he had never seen her so upset. Diana looked into his eyes and watched the little car drive past Hoot, she also saw the car in the oncoming lane. "Hoot!" She cried and pointed as the little car pulled right in front of them.
Hoot put his arm across her chest then slammed on the brakes, a quick look past Diana showed nothing but pasture and fencing. Hoot pulled the wheel to the right and guided the jeep right through a fence. His hand pinned her back into the seat with enough force Diana felt it bruise. She pulled her legs up and held her hands out, just incase the airbag came out.
Only when the jeep was still did she open her eyes.
Hoot had already lifted his hand from her chest and put it on her stomach, as if he could tell the baby was ok or not, he ran both his hands over her stomach, "Are ya aight?" His accent much much thicker, from concern and adrenaline.
Diana nodded and held her own hands on her stomach. "I think….I don't feel anything…..I'm ok, are you?"
Hoot nodded, then looked over Diana, he touched her lip that she had bitten, a bloody finger came back. He then looked through the back window and saw two cars. Sanderson who had the Delta's packed in his Explorer and the small car. "God damn, stay ere."
Diana looked over her shoulder and saw the two cars. She fell back in her seat and rubbed her stomach. Hoot climbed from the car and ran toward the smaller car, his temper slowly rising.
"Hoot!"
He turned and saw Sanderson climb from the Explorer, Hoot pointed to the Jeep through the rain what sounded like, "Mae sho Diyanas aight." From the thickened accent alone Sanderson knew Hoot had surpassed anger. He swore and yelled to the Delta's, "Go check on Diana." He ran through the muddy grass after Hoot. Who ran right to the car and opened the door, he grabbed the driver and pulled him from the car. The smell of alcohol came out into the wet night.
The drunken driver began to speak, Hoot didn't hear a word he threw the man against his car and shattered the passenger window. Glass rained onto the back seat followed by the heavy rain.
Sanderson came between Hoot and the driver, he pulled Hoot back and stood between the men, "Hoot calm down! Calm your ass down, now!"
A scream came from the Jeep, both men forgot about the driver and ran through the rain, the mud and wet night. They ran to the passenger side of the Jeep where the Delta's were crowded. Hoot pushed his way through to his wife, she looked up at him with a stunned expression, "The baby kicked."
Confusion filled his face, "Wha?"
Diana repeated herself, both her hands cupped her round stomach, "The baby just kicked me."
Hoot looked to Lambross, "Call 911."
Diana took his wet trembling hand and put it over her stomach, "Hoot the baby is fine."
The feeling of the kicks shocked Hoot, his eyes grew round as marbles at the feeling. He placed both his hands on her stomach and looked in her eyes. She held her hands over his and watched the emotions on his face. "The baby is fine, Hoot."