Chapter 7! Point of view will be changed around a little in this chapter so pay attention!

Riker POV

This night had just taken a turn for the worst. One minute I'm sitting around with my brothers, pumped from the awesome show, and the next I am rushing my pregnant girlfriend to the hospital, terrified that she is losing the baby. My wrist is throbbing from carrying her to car, so when we pull up to the hospital, I support her as she tries to walk. She makes it a few steps before collapsing.

"Maya!" I exclaim, holding her up.

Mom rushes past me, going into the hospital. She returns seconds later, followed by a couple nurses. They take Maya from my arms, lifting her onto the stretcher they brought out and wheeling her towards the door. I vaguely register mom telling me she'll meet me in there after she parks the car as I follow, trying to tell them everything that has happened.

She's taken through a set of double doors, where I am told I'm not allowed to go. I start pacing, too worried to sit down. Mom comes in a moment later. She go to the front desk, trying to get some answers, but has no luck. She tries to get me to sit down, but I can't.

It seems like forever before a doctor finally walks through the doors.

" For Brooklyn Daniels?" He asks.

It takes me a second to recognize her name, not used to hearing her actual name. As soon as I do, I whirl around, hurrying over to him, mom following.

"I'm her boyfriend." I say.

He looks at me, skeptical, "Is there any immediate family here?"

I shake my head, "No. She hasn't spoken to any of them in years."

"Okay, well, Brooklyn is awake and stable but she's had a partial placental separation." He replies.

"What's that?" I ask.

"It's when the placenta separates from the uterus. Hence the abdominal pain and bleeding." He explains.

"Is she going to be okay? What about the baby?" I question.

"They are both okay right now. It's not severe, and may even mend on its own, but she's going to need to be on bed rest for a while." He answers.

I feel a small wave of relief, "Can we see her?"

He nods, "Of course. Right this way."

We follow him through the doors and down a hall marked 'maternity'. He directs us to Maya's room, walking off as we go inside. Maya is propped up on the bed, connected to IV's and machines. She's pale and looks weak, but still smiles when she sees us.

"Hey." Her voice is hoarse.

I smile, going to sit on the edge of her bed, "Hey."

Mom stands next to the other side of the bed, "How are you feeling?"

"Like I got hit by a truck." She replies.

"At least you and the baby are okay. That's the important thing." Mom says.

I squeeze Maya's hand and lean down to kiss her head, "Don't ever scare me like that again."

She pats her stomach, "Hear that, placenta? You better stay attached."

I shake my head but laugh.

"Now that we know she's okay, I think there's something we need to discuss." Mom interrupts.

I look at her, "What?"

"Maya obviously can't go on tour with you now, and you can't leave her alone…" Mom starts.

"So I'm not going on tour." I finish.

Maya's eyes widen, "What do you mean you're not going?"

"I'm not leaving you alone. And I'm definitely not going to ask anyone else to stay with you. The tour can wait." I respond.

"What about the rest of the band?" She asks.

"We'll figure something out." I shrug.

"Riker-"

I cut her off, "Don't argue with me, Maya. You're not going to change my mind."

"It's not like he's going to have to give up the tour." Mom adds, "I'm sure if we talk to your managers we can get it pushed back until after the baby is born. Then you can just do it like originally planned, only later."

Maya sighs, "I don't like it."

"I don't care. It's already decided." I say firmly.

Maya POV

I don't get released from the hospital until the next afternoon. By then, Riker is starting to drive me crazy. I know he is just trying to help, but his hovering is a little overbearing. He's barely left my side since he came into my room at the hospital. It must be obvious that he is getting on my nerves, because after a while his dad and brothers convince him to go play hockey. He objects until I practically beg him to go.

Without him here, I am able to start working on the plan I've been thinking about since he told me he wasn't going on tour. I couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of guilt that I was taking him away from his career and I wasn't going to let that happen, so as soon as I am alone, I get to work.

I think of writing a note but decide it's better if I don't. Trying to be quiet, so Stormie and Rydel don't get suspicious, I grab my bag and slip out the door, walking to the corner and climbing in the waiting cab. I know it's risky to be traveling, but I try to push those thoughts away, hoping that the baby will be okay.

I get to the airport and buy a ticket for the first flight out of LA. I wait anxiously, willing the clock to move faster. I am just getting in line to board the plane when my phone rings. I stare at the screen for a second before forcing myself to press ignore. It feels like a small piece of me breaks off, but I know it's for the best. He'll be better off without me dragging him down.

I sigh heavily and shut the phone off, stepping onto the plane. I blink away the tears as I take my seat, resting my hands on my stomach. I watch out the window as the plane takes off.

Sorry this chapter was a little short but I wanted to get something up. It's not my best work but I promise the next chapter will be better!