Next chapter! I am not sure I got all medical information right, but I am hoping I did. My BF's little brother was premature, so I learned a little from that, but I do not remember it all. I know only a little about premature baby's, so the rest is guesswork.

P.S. I have no beta, all mistakes are mine.

Gabriella groaned as she threw up into the bowl Troy held under her chin. She was on complete bed rest; which meant no running to the bathroom. Soon, she was finished and she rolled over on her stomach. This was her worst pregnancy yet. But she would do anything for her baby. Troy sat back against the bedpost. The nausea came back on average five times in thirty minutes, so he knew not to leave for at least an hour. Kessie and Deigo were out on the couch, watching 'Ice Age' with Ryan and his twins. He had come over to watch Kessie and Deigo because Gabriella couldn't get out of bed, and Troy was dead from teaching school and trying to watch two kids under six for three weeks. Gabriella was now a month and a half pregnant.
"So what about names?" Troy asked out of the blue.

"Girl or boy?"

"Both."

"Well, for a girl, I like Katie.For a boy, I like either Cole, or Kyte, or Kobe." Gabriella smiled. She had been thinking a lot about names in the past three weeks. No, she had been thinking a lot. Period. Except when she was reading or watching TV, she was thinking. There was nothing else to do.

"I like Kyte pretty good, but I love the name Cole."

"Well, I like Cameron, too. And Catlin. And Cassie, Kit, Casey, and a lot more. I can be reasoned with." Troy laughed.

"What is it with you and K and C names?"

"I dunno." Suddenly, Gabriella grinned insanely. "Troy, I want Ice Cream and Tuna."

"Please..." Troy said, knowing it was going to be worse than when she was pregnant with Kessie and Deigo.

"Together." Troy groaned, throwing his head back against the headboard.

"Can you be reasoned with about that?"

"No."

"Dude, what is that?" Ryan asked as Troy walked back into the bedroom, carrying a bowl of Chocolate Ice Cream and Tuna.

"Don't ask."

"Well, believe me, I know. When Kelsi was Pregnant with Sam and Luke, it was worse. Once, she wanted Mint Ice Cream with fish fins." Ryan shuddered and Troy laughed. This was going to be a long five months.

Gabriella sat on the couch at her mom's house. Troy had to work that day, and he couldn't call in sick; he had used up all of his sick days. Kessie was at Ryan's playing with Samantha because Troy had been letting her choose where she wanted to stay while he was working. She seemed to like Samantha the most, but since Danielle was closer to her age, Troy didn't know why.

"Mom?" Gabriella called into the next room.

"Yes, dear?" Ms. Montez poked her head out of the kitchen. Her face was covered in flour, so it looked like a bag of flour had exploded in her face. Gabriella started laughing. Suddenly, a pain ripped through her stomach. Grabbing her middle, she bent over, trying to hold back tears.

"Gabi? What's wrong?" Ms. Montez was at her side in seconds. Gabriella sat up as the pain passed.

"It f-felt like...a contraction."

"But it can't be, your only at three months!" Ms. Montez said worriedly.

"I know, mom!" Gabriella winced as another pain ripped through her stomach. "Would you call Troy?" Ms. Montez nodded, picking her cell phone up as she helped Gabriella out to the car. They were going to the hospital.

In the car, Gabriella had several more contractions, and by the time they arrived at the ER, the contractions were only minutes apart. Two nurses rushed her into one of the exam rooms and called an OB while they gave her drugs to help stop labor. Dr. Malone arrived minutes later. He was not their normal OB, but Gabriella was willing to shoot for anything at the moment.

"What seems to be the problem?" He asked as he immediately started his exam.

"Contraction!" Gabriella yelled as another one hit her. The doctor reminded her to breathe as he pulled out the ultrasound machine. Starting it up, he squirted the gel on Gabriella's stomach and started looking around. One of the other nurses checked how far along Gabriella was.

"She's at six CM." The OB cursed under his breath and put away the machine.

"Your baby is in distress. The cord it wrapped around his throat. We normally don't see this in women only three months along, because the baby has not started moving. Gabriella, I am afraid if we do not deliver the baby, it will die."

"But if you do deliver it, it'll die too!" Gabriella screamed. She wasn't about to give up on the baby yet. "There has to be another way!"

"The baby isn't moving much. I don't think there is any way short of surgery that we can get it unhooked." The OB said.

"Surgery?" Gabriella gasped.

"We have yet to be successful in a woman of your age. And not for these reasons. We normally to the surgery to repair broken or damaged umbilical cords, or help the baby receive more of the necessities."

"But it is possible?" Gabriella said. She was crying now. Both from the pain of labor and the thought of losing the baby she had wanted so badly.

"It might be. But I highly advise against it. We can't do the surgery if we can't stop the labor, and stopping labor will take to long; the cord will have killed the baby. The only option we have at this point it to deliver."Gabriella choked on a sob. She had imagined many things happening, but never something like this. She was being asked to kill her baby.

"But my baby will die."

"I am sorry."

"Can we hold labor off until my husband arrives?" Gabriella asked. She knew it would hurt Troy to much if he didn't at least get to say good-bye.

"Possibly." Ten minutes later, Troy came flying through the door. He ran up to Gabriella and the OB explained the situation.

"Deliver? But Gabi's only at three months. The baby will die!"

"We can't do anything else. The baby has to be delivered as soon as possible." Five minutes later, Gabriella was told to start pushing. It barely hurt at all, and within seconds, the baby was born. Gabriella heard the tiniest of whimpers from below. When the doctor came up, she couldn't even see the babyin his cupped hands, it was so small. The doctor spoke.

"About three inches long, not even close to weighing a poind. I see no signs of a penis, which normally starts to form within seven weeks, so it's a girl." The doctor said. Troy cut the cord with shaking hands. "I don't think she is going to live long, so you should probably say good-bye." He wrapped the tiny baby in a soft paper towel, for nothing else was small enough. Troy took the little girl with shaking hands. She was barely breathing, and Troy knew they had only minutes. She fit in the palm of his hands.

"Can I see her?" Gabriella asked through her tears. Troy nodded and laid the baby into Gabriella's waiting arms. "She's so small..." And she was. She was not fully formed, but Gabriella thought she was the most beautiful thing in the world. Her fingers grasped Gabriella's own, though she could barely feel it. Troy motioned to the doctor.

"Could we get a picture? We would like to have something to show her siblings and to remember her by." The doctor nodded and Troy went to stand by Gabriella. The doctor took a camera out of a drawer and moved closer to Troy and Gabriella, so the baby would be in the picture as well. Once the picture was taken, he handed it to Troy. It was an instant one, and it was ready immediately.

"What do you want to call her?" Troy asked Gabriella, who was still holding the baby.

"Hope." Troy nodded. It fit the situation very well. "She gave us hope."

"So Hope Gabriella Bolton." Gabriella nodded. Troy looked down. Her chest wasn't moving anymore. Letting his head drop to his chest, he cried. His little baby girl was gone.

"I love you," Gabriella whispered.


One Week Later

Gabriella clutched the white flowers in her hand. They were going to bury Hope at a place made specially for baby's that had died before their family's were able to say hello. Hope was being buried right by Troy's little sister, Abagail Marie. She had been born at six months, and had not lived for more than two hours. Soon, the service was over and people went to drop the flowers. Kessie was dressed in a black dress, and was holding a small bouquet she had made from the flowers in Ms. Montez's flower garden.

Troy and Gabriella stayed at the grave of their baby for just a minute longer than everyone else. Deigo and Kessie had ran ahead with Ms. montez. Dropping to his knees beside the grave,Troy cried. Gabriella sat beside him, placing the tiny while flowers at the head of the gravestone. After about five minutes, they left. The wind started blowing, the white flowers scattering everywhere. The engraving on the stone was now clear.

"Hope Gabriella Bolton. Born 3/8/08, Died 3/8/08. Though we never knew you, you will always be in out hearts."

Well, I think I made myself cry. What do you think? Should I run for cover? Are people going to hurt me?

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