I thought it was kinda funny how not even three days ago this position was reversed, she was the one sitting in the chair and I in the bed waiting for the good news that I can go home. Now we sit waiting for the answers of to what happened.
She seemed tense still mad at me from out little quarrel we had earlier. I saw her point now, when she collapsed my heart stopped beating. Is this how she felt?
She was nervous he could tell she was squeezing the bed sheets tight leaving wrinkles. And wouldn't look at him trying to ignore him.
"About what I said earlier he clears his throat I didn't mean it, I just.." What did one say to this? "Well...She glared at him and he stopped. She didn't want to here it.
"I'm sorry too" she let go of the sheets and laid her hands flat out on top of her legs.
He takes her hand and laces it with his. He stands up and she looks up at him as he closes the distance between them and kisses her lips.
"I hate to interrupt your little ahh show of affection but I have the results of the tests" She scooted over so he could sit beside and hold her.
"We're not really sure how we didn't detect this sooner but you are unable to carry the baby to term"
"I don't understand" He could feel her back tense.
"Your body isn't designed to carry a baby full term"
"I got that part, what happens to the baby?"
"We are going to try to stop your contractions and keep you here for the remainder of your pregnancy just to be sure"
He glanced sideways she was fighting back tears"Is there a chance that the baby could die?" The doctor looked away from them to his chart
"Yes a very high chance. There is also a chance you could die too" The doctor left and she collapsed against him.
"How could this happen Bosco?" I don't know sweetheart, I really don't.
"I don't know" This was a sick cruel joke. How could there be a chance that everything that mattered to him the most could be snatched away without a second chance?
A nurse came in shortly after with a syringe, he looked away as she put into the IV needles made him jumpy.
"This will make you sleepy" She needed it, all this was exhausting. The nurse left.
"Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?"
"I couldn't leave even if I tried"
He always knew Ritza was a fighter he'd seen it first hand on several occasions. She lasted a month longer before the doctors said they couldn't keep it in any longer. When she went into labour she refused to have eppi now from what he understood that was saying something almost as if she liked pain. But seriously who liked pain? Even something as simple as stubbing your toe and you were screaming and cursing about how much it hurt even if the pain is gone before your done ranting.
There she went again, she was going to break all the bones in his hand if she squeezed any harder. She squeezed harder proving him wrong. Women. Always trying to prove men wrong.
"Ok just one more push" Ahh his hand again. No more children, they'd adopt he wanted to save his hand.
A cry broke through the room signaling that his son was finally here and had a set of lungs just like his mother. Great. What were they going to name him? Had she thought about it? They couldn't keep calling him baby for the rest of his life or Hey you.
Finally some relief to his hand. He kissed her sweat-drenched forehead. She was the bravest woman he knew. He didn't know what he would do with out her. He was a father! It hit him at once. He had someone else to look after, a person that depended on him. He just hoped that he didn't let this little one down.
Hey daddy would you like to hold your son?"
"Yes I would like that very much" The doctor coached him on how to handle it properly. He didn't realize how small babies were. He stopped crying by now and looked up at his father. His heart swelled when he could have sworn his son winked at him.
"Your hogging him" What?
"Look at him how could I not?"
"Well seeing as how I haven't seen him I wouldn't know" Even just having a kid she was being sarcastic. He handed him over to her. A nurse interrupted them.
"Have you two decided on a name?" Umm
"Michael Gabriel Boscorelli" the nurse took the baby
He looked at her, why would she do that?"I know how much Mikey meant to you" "And Gabriel was my father's name"
"Thank you"
"No problem. I love you"
"I love you too"
"Good cause I aint going through this again"
"Ya I don't think my hand could handle it either" He grins earning him a smack
A/N: I think next chapter is going to be the last cause as much as I hate to say it. I am bored with this story. I'll tie it up as much as I can in the next chap.
