Well, here is the next chapter. It is short because I am going on a trip, and will not have much computer access for the next few days. I originally had a very long chapter, but split it into three so I would be able to update while I am gone. So sorry!

P.S. Thanks to Monica for betaing! And to all my reviewers!

"Well, the way I see it, we have two options." Dr. Malin said. He sat on a stool and faced Troy and Gabriella. The machine was showing frequent contractions, but they were short and small. "We could either deliver the baby, or give you drugs to try and stop the labor. If we deliver the baby, it will have an extended stay in the NICU, but with you being twenty-six weeks into your pregnancy, and the drugs we have been developing, your baby would have a good chance of surviving."
"How good?" Troy asked.

"More than 40 percent. I would bet even 50."

"And if we stop the labor?" Gabriella asked, breathing through another contraction.

"It could work. You would be on complete bed rest, no getting out of bed unless it is to use the restroom. If it didn't work, you would have to deliver the baby anyway, and the drug would lower it's chances of living by at least 10 percent. It is a new drug, and it does stop the delivery in more than seventy percent of women, but the thirty that it didn't work in, most of them were moms under twenty five years old." Gabriella took a deep breath. She had no idea what to do.

"What would you do?"

"I would deliver the baby." Dr. Malin said honestly. "Forty or fifty percent chance at life is still good. If we do deliver the baby, we need to give you medications that will be transferred to the baby to strengthen it's lungs. And soon. If we do not, the force of the respirator that we will put it on will most likely rip the lungs open. We also need to do an ultrasound to make sure that the baby is not in distress. Would you like to know the sex of it?" Troy turned to Gabriella. She nodded. Dr. Malin told one of the nurses to go grab the machine. She was back within three minutes.

"OK, this is going to be cold." Gabriella nodded, knowing just exactly how cold the gel was. He rubbed it around on her stomach, and then started looking around. "Everything looks OK. The cord is not around the neck, and the baby is not in distress. Now, lets see if we can find out if this is a boy or a girl." It took about five minutes, but finally, Dr. Malin announced it. "It's a girl." Gabriella smiled widely.

"Well, Raine will have a sister now." Troy said, smiling as well. He turned to Dr. Malin. "So, her chances are good if we go through with the delivery?"

"Yes. I am betting fifty percent. Once she is born, we will know more. After seventy-two hours, we should know a lot more about her chances. So, are we going ahead with the delivery?"

"Yes." Gabriella announced.

Troy stood by Gabriella's bed. She had been in labor for four hours, and she was five cm dilated. Their parents had been called by Troy, made aware of the situation, and although Troy assured them that they didn't need to come, they came anyway. Raine and Rocket were with their Grandparents, so Troy and Gabriella could be alone. The doctor was sitting across the room with the neonatologist from the NICU, talking in hushed tones. Gabriella had been given medications to help strengthen the baby's lungs, and was now resting, waiting until she could deliver. Troy got up and walked over to the doctors.
"Um, how much longer?"

"Not long now. She doesn't have to be fully dilated for her to deliver. The baby is going to be small, so it shouldn't be hard for her to deliver. Within the hour." And it was. Within thirty minutes, Gabriella was ready to deliver. Dr. Malin waited at his place at the end of the bed.

"Gabriella, next contraction, it is time to push." It was lot easier than she would have expected. As soon as her baby was out, they whisked her away. One of the doctors announced her weight.

"One pound, ten ounces. We need to get her up to the NICU as soon as possible. We will be putting her on a ventilator, and she will hopefully improve, not the other way around. Would you like to see her?" Gabriella nodded. As soon as the doctor showed them their baby, Gabriella started crying. She was tiny, and her skin was still slightly transparent. Troy gripped her hand, trying to hold back tears himself.

"Is she going to be OK?" Troy asked, worried.

"We will know more in seventy-two hours." He smiled reassuringly and placed the tiny baby into a isolated case and started rolling her out of the room. Gabriella cried harder.

It had been five hours since their baby had been brought to the NICU. Gabriella had been brought to a private room and Troy was with her. Raine and Rocket were sleeping with their grandparents, who were waiting out in the O.B. ward.
"We should name her." Gabriella said out of the blue. Troy turned and smiled.

"Have anything in mind?"

"Well, I really like the name Lilith, Lily for short." Troy seemed to think this over for a moment, then smiled.

"I like it. How about a middle name? How about Rose?"

"Lily Rose Bolton. I like it." Gabriella smiled and laid her head back on the pillow. "Do you think that I did the right thing? Going ahead with the birth?"

"I think we did. If the medication hadn't worked, and it probably wouldn't have, Lily would have had even less of a chance at life. I think that you did the right thing. And whatever happens, I will still think it." He took her hand and held it. "Is it OK if I go ask the doctor if we can go up and see Lily?" Gabriella nodded and Troy stood up, walking out of the room. Raine was awake, still in her pink fuzzy, and ran over to Troy, grabbing onto his leg and sticking out her bottom lip, looking up.Troy smiled and picked her up. As soon as she was in his arms, she rested her head against his shoulder.

"Dada?"

"Yea, sweetie?" He kissed her head.

"Where mama?" She then stuck her fingers into her mouth.

"Mommy is resting." Raine nodded. Troy then turned to his parents. "I am going to go see if we can go see Lily." At the confused look on everyone's faces, he explained. "We decided on a name for her. Lily Rose."

"That's very pretty." Mrs. Bolton said, smiling slightly. Troy nodded and walked over to the desk.

"Um..my wife delivered a couple hours ago. We were wondering if we could see our baby up in the NICU." The nurse looked up, smiling.

"Well, let me give them a ring. Name?"

"Bolton." The nurse called the NICU and talked with the man on the other line for a few minutes about 'baby Bolton'. Then hung up, turning back to Troy and Raine.

"Sure. We will need to have your wife use a wheelchair, but you can see her now." They were soon up there. There were several baby's, some looked healthier, some looked worse than Lily. Every available corner was packed with one machine or another. They each beeped in turn, sometimes beeping faster, indicating that something was wrong. They were led over to the corner, to where there were four beds set up. Lily was in one, machines hooked up to her all around. She had a tube in her mouth, and an IV in her arm.

"She is doing as well as can be expected. We have her on a warmer, for her body is not very strong, and her is not heating right. The warmer is warming most of her body, but we need to put a cream on her legs and arms often. Would you like to do it once?" Troy nodded.

"We can touch her?" Gabriella asked.

"Yes. But be careful." They stayed with Lily as much as they could. Often, Gabriella would be taken back to her room, but she wanted Troy to stay. Rocket and Raine went home with Mr. and Mrs. Bolton, where they would stay half of the week, then go to stay with Ms. Montez. Finally, seventy-two hours later, Troy asked again.

"How is she doing? What are her chances of survival?"

"Well, she seems to be doing well. However, her lungs are extremely weak, and I am worried about the pressure of the ventilator ripping them. I would put her chances at fifty percent. We will see what happens over the next few days. I am sorry I couldn't give you better news." Troy nodded, taking the tiny hand of his daughter. "We are developing a new drug, to help stregnthenyoung baby's lungs. And although we already have something to do that, we are working on one that will do the job better.The drug is complete, but is still highly experimental. If her case goes downhill, we will ask you to sign a concent form saying we can try it. We have had a ninety-three percent success rate in baby's born after six months. We can't force you to sing the form, but if the time comes..." He trailed off.

"We might sign it. Are you saying it will come to that?"

"No, I am saying if." Troy nodded again and the doctor walked off. Gabriella was brought in a few hours later.Lily was moving around slightly, but her movements were limited because of the various tubes and IV's in her body. Gabriella leaned on Troy as he wrapped his arms around her. This was hard. He didn't think he could take it if she died. He wanted her to live, he would do anything. Why did this have to happen to them? To Lily? She was so small, weak. Her eye's were exactly like Gabriella's. In fact, she was a mirror image of her mother. Troy knew she would grow up to be beautiful, like her mom.

"Do you think she will make it?" Gabriella asked in a small voice.

"I don't know." Troy said, hugging her tighter and resting his chin on her hair, taking in the scent of her shampoo. It was Vanilla.

"I don't want her to die." She started crying quietly, the tears soaking through Troy's shirt. He didn't want her to die either. His little girl had to live. "Was it my fault?"

"What?" Troy asked, confused.

"Was it something I did while I was pregnant? Something I should have known?" She looked up at Troy, tear still making their way down her face.

"No. I am sure it was nothing we could have prevented. You did everything you could have for her. It was not you fault." He didn't want her blaming herself. She had tried to kill herself the last time she had blamed herself for something. "It's not your fault." His voice faded into the background, the beeping of the machine beside him pulling him into it's rhythm. He was pulled from his peace when the machine beside him suddenly made a loud, steady screeching sound. it was Lily's machine.

Well? What should I make happen? Should Lily die? Do you like the name Lily, or should I change it? Personally, I love the name Lilith Rose. If I ever have a child, a girl that is, I would name her that.

Sigh I am going to update tomorrow, I hope. Maybe not...

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