Sorry if this chapter upsets anyone... but it ends nicely. Please read and review! I love you guys. Also, I'm trying to make my chapters longer. And yeah... read and review please. This might be my only update this week... I have alot going on this week and I'll trying to pull together a chapter for you guys, but anyway... here is your chapter.
"I'll stay with you," Her voice commanded softly as she gripped the muscular arm tighter almost as though she was the patient laying in the hospital bed.
"Gabriella, you don't have too," His deep voice reassured as they waited patiently outside of Jack Bolton's room.
"I want too," The brown eyes of Gabriella stared into the blue. She was worried about Troy and Jack.
"I can have Chad come pick you up. Or Taylor. Really, you don't have to stay," Troy insisted, his ocean eyes a deep blue as he ran a hand through his gelled hair.
"I know. But I'm going to," She pushed softly, her dark eyes darting towards the figure that laid still in the hospital bed. Jack's matching blue eyes closed as he was in a sleep. Gabriella's tiny body tensed a little as she looked at the sleeping body. Her mind flashing back to the night she had laid in almost identical hospital bed, her world lost. All she wanted was someone there by her side when her world seemed to crumble.
Smiling slightly, Gabriella looked down at her swelling stomach, rubbing her hand over her growing belly.
She was six and a half months pregnant. And all she had was the tiny life that seemed to dwell inside of her. She didn't have her mother anymore, who passed away without meeting her grandchild. She didn't have the father of her baby. The father that swore he would stick with her through the entire pregnancy but soon finding out about a dirty deed she had no clue about. She didn't have him anymore. She felt like all she had was the baby that lived inside of her.
As Gabriella began to walk towards her red Oldsmobile, that belonged to her father during his high school years, she hummed quietly to herself, smiling. She thought of the life she was preparing for her baby and herself, without the man who was untrue. The life that would need no man.
Dangling the set of keys in her right hand, she searched for her car key in the dark. She hand twisting slightly to obtain the key. "Ha, got it!" She said out loud as she won the fight with her tiny keychain. Successfully opening her car door, she settled herself into the red automobile, fastening her seatbelt across her growing figure, she giggled to herself remembering when she had first had to adjust the belt to accommodate the life inside of her stomach.
Grabbing the key she had fought with earlier, she placed it into the ignition. Turning it to start her old car, she felt the motor kick and the lights inside of the car illuminating the whole vehicle. Pulling of the parking space, she watched the road in front of her, cautiously waiting for the appropriate time to enter traffic.
Her brown eyes were peeled, as she pulled into oncoming traffic, making sure there was perfect time to fit her boxy car onto the road. Just as she pulled onto the two lane highway, her world seemed to crash as a car collided with Gabriella's old red car. Nothing only ruining her old car, but what seemed to be her developing life.
Waking up in the hospital two days later, she was sore and confused. Her whole body ached as her brown eyes popped open. She scanned the room around her, her breathing becoming uneven as she realized she wasn't at home. In her room. She was shoved into a hospital room. Somewhere she didn't want to be. Her sight began to blur she tears brimmed her brown eyes. She looked at her hand, she was hooked up to a machine she didn't understand. She looked around for any nurses, doctors? Anything. She needed to know what was going on.
Sitting up slightly, a sharp pain entered her stomach. Her baby. Looking down at her now flat stomach, she panicked. Tears pouring her eyes as she let out a scream, an earth shattering cry, as she pulled back the covers that were laid over her awoken body.
Hearing the sound of Gabriella's shriek, a crowd of nurses and doctors rushed into the small room the brunette inhabited. Looking as panicked as she did, she scanned the room for any intruder or any other threat.
"Where's my baby?" Gabriella cried, her voice shaking, as she gripped her stitched stomach. What seemed to be a doctor, stepped forward towards the freighted brunette, speaking softly as he cautiously tested his limits with her, he reached for her hand.
"Miss Montez, you were in an accident two nights ago," The man spoke softly, taking steps closer towards the shaking figure. The tiny hospital appeal that was provided now seemed to be seeping with a small trace of Gabriella's red blood. Her stitches ripped. "You're bleed, please let me help you," He pleaded. Gabriella stuck her free hand out, stopping the man from coming closer to her shaken figure.
"Don't come near me," She shouted in agony. Gripping her empty stomach tighter, in pain. "Where is my baby?" She asked, closing her brown eyes, as her bottom lip quivered.
"Miss Montez, we tried to save her. We had to remove her by a cesarean section," He said softly, his green eyes meeting the brown of the endangered mother.
"She? I had a baby girl?" She questioned, her brown eyes swelling with more tears, as she gripped her bleeding stomach.
"Yes, Miss Montez. She was premature and we thought she would be able to make it, but there were complications and she passed this morning," His green eyes seeped with sympathy for the young mother. As her body shook from the impact of the news. "You're bleeding, Miss Montez, please. I need to help you,"
Letting her hand down softly, she allowed the doctor to step forward, her heart breaking. Her world crashing around her. She didn't even get to meet the only person who would've mattered in her life. The father of the baby no longer played a part. She lost the only person she loved.
Her heart was shattered. Broken. Destroyed.
Tears seemed to brim the beautiful brown eyes of Gabriella as she thought back to night she lost the love of her life, her baby. Her back turned to the beautiful man who stood above her, watching his dying father. She sniffled as quietly as she could, trying to avoid the attention from Troy who stood so close to her, she could hear his breath exiting his body.
"Is something wrong, Gab?" Gab, a nick name she hadn't heard in years. A nick name her father would call her when she was just a young girl. At the mention of that name, she tensed slightly.
"No," She lied, slightly, turning as Troy went to grasp her bear arm, something she longed for at this time. She was crying on their first date. Great, she thought.
"You're lying," His voice was low and sexy, as he grabbed her cool arm, his warm hand sending chills all the way down to her toes. Turning her tiny figure towards his towering one, he stared into her brown eyes with his blue. Making her knees wobble.
"I am," She sniffled, wiping away a tiny tear that was threatening to fall from her giant brown eyes. She looked away from the amazing stare that was piercing her soul.
"What's wrong?" He asked softly, running his warm hand up her arm, a habit he had when he was around her. He searched for her brown eyes that avoided his beautiful gaze.
"It's just that I'm fucked up," She whispered, pulling her tiny body from his grasp. Silently cursing herself as she did. She whipped her body around, her back facing his chest. She felt that even if she looked in his direction, he would pull her soul from her and make her knees go weak. Her brown eyes looking in the direction of Troy's sleeping father.
Troy let out a low chuckle, as his hand touched her arm again. He laughed, she thought. He actually laughed at her. "And I'm not?"
Turning slightly, she peaked at the beautiful young man who stood behind her, a sigh erupting from her body. "It's just, I have a lot of baggage, Troy," She pushed, wanting to pull from his grasp again, but she didn't.
"I do too," He said softly, his arm pulling her body to face him. His blue making her stomach do flips. Something seemed to come over Troy. Something he didn't understand in that moment. Something that made his heart overcome his mind. He didn't know Gabriella well enough to say that he wanted to be in a relationship with her, but he knew that he wanted to be with her. Not in a sexual way. Not in a needy way. But just be with her. Just to see her smiling face once and a while. To see her brown eyes staring back at his. He just wanted to see her in an environment other than inside the white walls of a hospital. He didn't understand how he had just let her inside of his built up walls. He didn't understand how no other woman did this to his insides.
His hand wondering up the cool arm of the Latina, caressing the smooth cheek of Gabriella, he smiled at her, a weak smile. "I like you," He said softly, his thumb grazing her cheek. The brunette's eyes looked into the deep blue, her chest heaving up and down with every breath she took. She nodded, agreeing with what he said. Almost as if she was saying it back to him without speaking. He continued as she was almost left speechless "And I don't know what it is about you," He added, as the goose bumps that were crawling on his skin intensified as Gabriella's cool hand gripped his. "But, I have these things inside of my stomach when I'm around you,"
"Butterflies," She finished for him, squeezing the hand that gripped her cheek. "I have them too," The blue seemed to smile into her brown as his face was sent into a small grin, making the tiny fluttering creator move around in tummy. "Oh, there they are," She added, making the smile on Troy's face grow a little wider.
"We can take this day by day," His sexy voice making the butterflies in Gabriella's stomach turn into something much bigger. A bird? Five hundred birds? Nodding as Troy spoke, she felt the hand gripping her cheek, move down to her shoulder, pulling her tiny figure closer to hers.
"Day by day," She repeated tenderly, letting his hand go, the breath in her throat hitching as his head floated towards hers. His figure inching closer to hers.
His lips enclosed hers as his hand drifted into the dark depths of her brown curls, pulling her even closer to him, making a sigh escape her lips, as they seemed to fall into each other. The tiny hands of the Latina gripped Troy's neck, trying hopelessly to be closer to the muscular young man. She wanted to feel his heart beating against her chest.
Both of their minds raced back to the single moment they stood in a closest, only twelve years old. The nerves that set in their stomach that night making them fumble as they both didn't know what was happening around them. Twelve years later, they stood together in a hospital waiting room, watching over Troy's dying dad, as their lips were tangled together for the second time. Pulling apart from the kiss moments later, they pair seemed out of breath. The brown just seemed to peer into the blue as they both seemed to catch their breath, neither of them having the right words to say to each other. They just both seemed to smile at each other, both remembering the first night they had kissed. The night that seemed to seal their fate.
Day by day, they both repeated inside of their heads as they gazed into each other's eyes, the butterflies in their stomachs were in sync with each other, fluttering around aimlessly as they just connected with each other.
Day by day.