A/N: It's my last update of 2004!!! How sad! I own Sara, anyone else mentioned owns them self, obviously! Hope ya enjoy, and yea that's bout it! Read on!

Complications

Sara's POV:

Oh my God, I think I'm going to die! This pain rips right through you, I feel like I'm getting split into two separate halves. Randy is driving, Jenna is making phone calls for me, and John is sitting in the back seat, trying to comfort me, and let me tell you that it's NOT working! I'm actually being really quite, I'm afraid that if I open my mouth I might puke or something.

"Baby, how you doing?" John asked me. I just lifted my head, and glared at him and went back to staring at the floor, trying to go to my "happy place," (Yes, I have been watching Happy Gilmore! I love Adam Sandler!)

"I'll take that as a bad." John replied, rubbing my back. Randy made a quick turn, which I wasn't ready for, so I slid into John, on his bad side, which caused both of us to yell.

"God Randy, do you know how to drive?" John and I yelled.

"Yes I do know how to drive. We're here, you guys get out and I'll go park." Randy answered. John opened the door, and helped me out and we headed into the hospital.

I was sent back to a room in a matter of minutes, and got hooked up to butt loads of machines. A doctor came in, and informed me that they were going to have to break my water, since it didn't happen on its own. He also asked if I wanted pain medicine, but I told him no, that I would try to do this without meds. I didn't want anything harming the baby, and I wanted to be fully alert when I first saw my little girl.

The pain got bearable, my water was now broke, and it was smooth sailing for at least 2 minutes. John, Jenna, and Randy were by my side, and we were all talking and laughing, until a wave of contractions hit me. My lower back was killing me, and I was roasting in that room.

"I guess you'll be back on the road sooner than everyone thought." Randy pointed out.

"Yea, at least a month." I replied through clenched teeth.

"I called your families, Sara your mom is flying down, and John your parents want to be called every hour. Oh yea, I called Andrea and Chris. They are on their way here. Their plane lands in 45 minutes. They must've really lucked out on tickets!" Jenna informed me.

"Chris is coming here?" I asked, cheering up.

"Yup. He's on crutches still, but he'll be here." Jenna said, smiling at me.

"What, we aren't enough?" John joked.

"No. I want my Chrissy." I answered. I leaned back against the pillow, listening to my baby's heartbeat. Thank God that I have this unreal ability to stay calm, even when I was in EXTREME pain. I've had a lot of practice in that pain department, there was the time I feel out of the chair and broke my wrist, the time I got caught on a chair lift skiing and broke my ankle, or when I busted my finger falling up the stairs in middle school, the five times total that I've broken my ankles (that means left and right) falling or dancing, or the time when I had a tooth pulled, and they didn't wait until my mouth was numb. Yea, you put all of those events together, and they don't even equal half of the pain I'm in right now. But what the heck, it was practice.

I know that I have to stay calm, cause the doctor has already informed me multiple times that this is an at risk pregnancy, so if my blood pressure doesn't stay down, it will harm the baby, and I'll have to have a c-section, which involves drugs, but most importantly, lots and lots of shots! I have a serious needle fear, so that wouldn't be good. It's bad enough that I have IV's in my arms, but a shot would just push me over the edge.

Jenna and Randy had gone to pick up Andrea and Chris at the airport, and it was just John and I in the hospital. As another contraction set in, I started to lose my control over my emotions.

"John, I can't have the baby now. I mean, we haven't even chose a name yet, the baby's room isn't finished, and it's too early." I cried as I clenched his hand.

"Sara, calm down. It's ok, we can pick a name now. The baby's room will get done soon enough so don't worry about it." John reassured me.

"I can't think of any names now. I can't think period. Oh God, I'm going to die!" I exclaimed.

"Baby, you're not going to die. Come on, it's not really that bad, right?" John said, attempting to keep me calm.

I looked up at him, and I swear that I heard myself growling! "Not that bad? Not that bad? You may have gotten shot John, but you have NO IDEA how much this hurts!" I said, in a menacing voice.

"Ok, you're probably right. Now you need to calm down." John replied, a little taken aback at my aggressiveness.

"I know, sorry if I'm a grouch." I replied, taking a deep breath since the contraction was over.

"Don't worry, I won't hold it against you." John answered, making me smile a bit. "So you got any ideas for baby names?"

"Uhm, no. I'm not good at this type of thing. I couldn't even pick a name for my dog until 4 weeks after we had gotten it." I told John.

"Alright, let me think for a minute. We're positive it's a girl right?"

"Yea, its definitely a girl." I replied.

"April?" John suggested.

"No, she's going to be born in April, that's just messed up." I answered.

"Well, I was going with that, because my birthday is in April! Ok, how about Brianna?"

"Brianna? I like that. Ok, Brianna Morgan Cena. I really like the sound of that!" I exclaimed.

"Yea, I do too! So, we got the baby name out of the way, now I've just got to get cracking on that baby room." John said, giving me a kiss on the forehead.

Five Hours later:

Well, this sucks major butt, I'm not dilating like I should be, and they are now worried about the baby's heart rate. It has been getting slower, then speeding back up to normal, which isn't good. Chris and Andrea got here like 4 hours ago, and my mom was now here, which was a relief. My mom had a c-section with me, so I'm glad to have her here with me, since it seems like a c-section is looming ahead in my near future.

John's POV:

I was trying really hard to keep my nerves unnoticeable, but it was getting harder and harder by the minute. Sara had done fine for the first 2 hours, but then everything went down hill. The doctor was concerned for her and the baby, and there were nurses constantly checking her. This is some scary shit, and I've got to stay strong for Sara, cause I know that she is scared to death about everything. Chris and her mom being here are helping a little, but it's not a good situation. Sara gets more stressed out each time she hears that nothings changed, and yea it just not good.

"I'm starting to think that this is my fault, for some reason." Sara commented, after a nurse told her that there had been no change.

"It's not your fault that your body is being difficult." I replied.

"Sweetie, it's your first child, and you've almost had a miscarriage before. You should be thankful that you're doing this good." Sara's mom said, being the voice of reason.

"Hey, this sure beats sitting on my couch at home." Chris piped in.

"Chris, no one asked you to comment." Sara playfully responded.

"You be glad that you're stuck in that bed and in labor, otherwise I would be beating your behind with this crutch right now!" Chris answered.

"No you wouldn't, or at least John wouldn't let you. Right baby?" Sara replied.

"Well, I really don't want to get in the middle of yours and Chris's sibling bonding time. You would be alright." I said with a smirk.

"John, you'd let him beat me up with a crutch?" Sara asked, looking up at me with big blue eyes.

"Naw, I'd shove the crutch up his ass first!" I replied, getting a disgusted look from Sara's mom.

"Alright, enough with the crutch." Sara said, as she clenched my hand again as another contraction hit her. "Why can't this just be done?"

The doctor came into the room, and checked the monitors, and then did an ultrasound to see where the baby was.

"I'm afraid that we're going to have to do an c-section. You are not progressing, and the baby's heart rate is getting slower. Nurse, get her into the OR right away." The doctor solemnly said.

"John, I'm scared." Sara whimpered.

"It'll be fine. They'll get the baby out in a matter of minutes, and everything will be fine!" I said, reassuring her. Now if only I could reassure myself of that.

A/N: Hehe, just had to leave it there! I know, y'all hate me now! I'm sad to say, that I'll probably only update my stories once more, on Saturday. Saturday I work all day, so I'll try to squeak one update in, and Sunday I work all day, and have to go to sleep at a normal hour of the night, cause school starts up again. OH NO, NOT SCHOOL