*ELI'S POV*
I bounced my one month old baby girl on my shoulder, trying to get her to stop crying. What was wrong with her? After we got home from the hospital, she kept crying. I had scheduled an appointment at the hospital for her, I was going today to get shots anyway. "Clare, baby, I'm leaving." I said, walking into the bedroom to get my jacket. I bounced Celia a little harder as she hiccuped from crying so much. I kissed her soft little cheek and turned to my wife. Clare was lying in bed, her cinnamon curls framing her porcelian face. She belonged in a musuem somewhere, the most beautiful woman in the world, sculptor unknown. She was on bed rest for the next week, just a precaution so she wouldn't get hurt because the baby came so early. Her long legs stuck out from her nightgown, and as she leaned up to kiss the baby goodbye I got a nice view of her chest. I licked my lips. No, no, bad Eli. We couldn't have sex for the rest of the week. I sighed, kissing my wife goodbye and nuzzling my baby. "Think she's lactose intolerant like Blake was?" I asked. when Blake was born, he was lactose intolerant, and whenever we fed him, he would get sick. He cried like Celia is for hours. "I hope not." Clare said,
pouting as she looked down at the carton of ice cream I had broughten her earlier. "Are you sure your still not pregnant?
Like, maybe a twin is hiding in their or something? Your still hungry all the time." I said, laughing. Clare didn't think it was funny. She immeadietly looked over her body, scared that I was judging. How could Clare think of herself as anything but stunning? She opened her mouth to talk, but I cut her off with a kiss. Maybe I could stay, apoligize, take her clothes off...I pulled myself away and dragged myself into the car, buckling the baby into the backseat. I sighed as I pulled into the parking lot, taking the baby upstairs with me, my mind still on Clare. I hope she wasn't mad at me. I handed the baby off to the pediatrician, though rather unwillingly, I loved holding my baby girl. I had learned to give myself the shots now, and took them from the nurse to inject in my skin as the doctor asked me questions about Celia. "Any abnormalities?" the doctor asked. I gritted my teeth as the next needle went in. The needles weren't bad, but what they injected hurt. It burned through my veins for a few more minutes. "Uh, no. No, no abnormalities." I said, looking over at Celia. "Why?" I asked. My baby squirmed on the table, her pale cheeks blushing red. "Well, Mr. Goldsworthy...
You do realize that the kind of lung damage you had could be genetic? That the baby could have it to?" I stared at my child, squirming and wailing on the table. And it took a second fo rme to realize my nightmare might be coming true.
*Adam's POV* "Fiona!" I yelled up the steps. My wife had been in the bathroom for awhile, saying that she was getting ready to leave. We were going out to dinner to celebrate her being sober for two weeks. She had gone to AA, she was so scared that we wouldn't get the baby. She hated that she was hurting me. I smiled, thinking off my wife smiling after her last AA meeting.
She told me that the next meeting I had to go with her, and hear he confess everything that she'd done when she was drunk. I knew, no matter what, that I would still love her. "Fiona!" I said, stepping in front of the bathroom door. "Babe, our reservations are in half an hour and it takes awhile to get the-. I stopped as I heard noises behind the door. "Fiona?"
I called. I opened the door, to see my wife throwing up. I looked at her, scared. Had she been drinking? I didn't smell and alcohol on her. I fell to my knees next to her and pulled her hair back out of her face. Tears were streaming down her face. "Fiona!" I said, horrified. What was wrong with her? She was throwing up and crying. When she finally finished,
she wouldn't look at me. She sobbed as she flushed the toilet and brushed her teeth over and over. She held my hand the entire time, and I rubbed her back, trying to soothe her. What was wrong? Her hands shook and she slid down the wall next to the toilet, sobbing into her knees. Her nails dug into my skin, but I didn't mind. I kissed her tears away. "Fiona, sweetheart, what's wrong?" I asked her, staring into her ice blue eyes. "Y-You're g-g-oing to leave m-me."she stuttered, tilting towards the tile away from me. At first i thought she was joking, but then she hiccuped. Her eyes were wide and terrified, I had never seen her so scared. "No, baby." I said, shaking my head. "Never, my love. Never." "Why would I ever leave you?" I said, laughing without humor. Like I could ever live without her. She looked at me, looking terrified.
Her lips were chapped and torn, she had been biting them again. She did that whenever she was nervous. "Tell me what's wrong." I whispered calmly. I smoothed her hair back, but her breathing was still shallow and rapid. "I-I think I'm pregnant." she whispered, sobbing. My hands froze, my entire body froze. Pregnant. The word meant nothing at first, and then reality hit me like a truck. Pregnant. Baby. But... "I can't get you pregnant." I whispered to the floor. I had the sex-change operation, but couldn't impregnante anyone. I looked at her, scared suddenly. "It's not mine." I said.
*A/N* WHOA! SO, FIVE REVIEWS TO UPDATE! IF YOU READ THIS, TWO WORDS OF COMMENTS, OR SUGGESTIONS IS ALL IT TAKES! IS FIONA PREGNANT? HOW DID SHE GET PREGNANT? DOES THE BABY HAVE LUNG PROBLEMS? WILL SHE GET SICK LIKE ELI? FIVE REVIEWS TO FIND OUT!