A/N Heeeeeeyyyyyy guys. *Dodging tomatoes* I'm sorry I haven't been on for so long! My parents are in the middle of a divorce and I'm being dragged in and out of trials a lot. Property/ custody/ blah blah blah. Also, my school computer has a blacking page on it to my email and to fanfiction. So, I get an hour a week at the library to write, sometimes more if I go over to a friends house. I will update when I can until the hearings over, and then I'll tell you guys what's going on. Anyway, here's the next chapter. REVIEW PLEASE!
Eli's POV:"Yeah, yeah, she's fine." I sighed into the phone. Randal had called at least three times an hour since Clare had delivered the baby. He couldn't care less about Celia, he only cared about whether Clare was strong enough to file divorce proceedings. Randal had called her and talked to her privately, telling her that this premature baby was just another sign that Clare should leave me (and the kids). Randal had become an attorney after breaking up with Clare's mother. "Eli, face it, you're just not right for her." Randal said. My hands balled into fists, and I could feel myself about to lose control. My hands froze as I was about to hit the dial tone. "Randal, Clare has made her decision to stay with me. If she ever wishes to leave, I will let her go. It will break my heart, but I will let her go. Please leave me alone. If you want to fly up and see Clare and Celia that's fine, if not, please don't call back." I hung up the phone and walked down the hall towards Clare's room. She was already standing in her hospital gown, wincing as she tried to walk. Her sock covered feet stuck to the floor and I wrapped my arm around her. "C'mon, Clare, lets go see our baby." I whispered gently. We walked down the hall to the nursery and stared past the glass. There was our baby in her 'baby-cooker' incubator, as I liked to call it. She was asleep, her lips squirming. What was wrong with her lips? I grabbed the nearest nurse and pointed. "That's my daughter, what's wrong with her?' I demanded immediately. The nurse looked closely, and then panic flooded her eyes. I turned back to my baby. Her breathing was shallow, and now her lips were almost purple, she was squirming more now. Her legs flailed and her body heaved. What was wrong with my baby?
A/N I am SO sorry it is short but the library computer is going to shut off in 6 minutes because I've been on for to long. BIG problem with the Torres's next chapter, and what's wrong with Celia? REVIEW!