A/N: I know I said I wanted 3 reviews; but I couldn't bear to keep the first reviewer in the dark for much longer! BUT I'm going to take a break now, and give people a chance to catch up with the story- two chapters in one day is a bit too much! So here's Chapter 8, tell me what you think and I'll get onto Chapter 9 as soon as the energy comes back to my fingers! Enjoy!
Chapter 8:
Marie and Robert had been alone in the waiting room for one hour. They were waiting for news on Sophie's operation. They were told it would last 1 and a half hours if they chose to go ahead- and they did, desperately hoping Sophie and her baby would live.
"Marie; I'm going to get something to eat- would you like me to pick something up for you? We haven't eaten since breakfast and it's now teatime." If anybody but Robert had asked her this, Marie would of thought they were being utterly selfish at her granddaughters time of need, but Marie could see the pain and anxiety in Roberts crystal blue eyes, and she could also hear her stomach rumbling- she wouldn't what that overwhelming sensation had been in her stomach! It was hunger!
"Yes please Robert, just a croissant and a hot drink please, I'll wait here for any updates." Robert smiled at Marie with warmth and walked out of the room, heading to the canteen- if only he'd of known the news awaiting him when he arrived back….
Meanwhile, back in the surgery room the doctors and nurses were dong all they could to prevent Sophie's death. There was a grave feeling of panic and tension in the air- but they never gave up. Doctor Jerome was injecting Sophie with a substance that he could only hope would work, as well as feeding her oxygen through tubes. Sophie's pretty face was full of bruises and scars from the tubes in her nose and mouth. As a young nurse gently removed the nose tube from Sophie's button nose; her eyes slowly but surely opened. Her long lashed eyelids were fluttering madly, and she was gasping for air. She was very confused- her legs weren't in pain! Instead she had a blinding headache.
"Sophie, you've had a traumatic experience, calm down, drink this" reassured Doctor Jerome, passing her a cup of water. Sophie delicately sipped at it…then she remembered.
"The…the baby? Will it be alright?" she croaked.
"Sophie- I'm pleased to tell you that in 8 months time, all being well, you'll give birth to a baby girl." Sophie plastered a grin all over her face- she couldn't believe it! She was going to be a mother! She couldn't wait to tell Robert he was a dad!
"Oh…but Sophie, you nearly died during your operation, you did very well, you need yo yake some time out to relax, you're a very strong girl, however your legs have failed disappointingly. You will have to spend your life in a wheelchair."
Robert came back into the room and nearly bumped into the young doctor heading in the opposite way. He was carrying a bag of muffins, Marie's croissant and a carton of hot chocolate. The doctor looked madly excited.
"Sir, Madame, I'm very happy to tell you that Sophie has survived! She is awake and is recovering from the operation!" Marie had a sharp intake of breath and Robert was so delirious he dropped the muffins right out of his hands.
"The baby! Is it alive?" he asked.
"Sir, I'm pleased to say that you will be a father in 8 months time!" Marie leapt out of her chair and wrapped her arms around Robert.
"Thank you! Thank you! You have given me the chance to be a Grandmother!" she started to cry.
"When can we see her?" asked Robert.
"If you'd like to follow me…"
