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Chapter 21

Lucy's POV

"I think…." I guided myself to the floor. "I think something's wrong."

"Somebody call 911," Dad kneeled down next to me. My mom made her way to my side and I felt comforted knowing that she was there.

"Everything's going to be okay, Sweetie," Mom comforted me.

"Okay Luce," Uncle Hank made his way up to me from the back of the church. "I need you to show me exactly where it hurts."

I moved my hand over to the spot where it was hurting. "It's right here."

"Okay," Hank answered. "Eric, why don't you clear everybody out of here?"

"All right everyone, let's all move out to the parking lot and give Dr. Hastings some space." Dad motioned the congregation to exit the church.

"Okay, is it more of a sharp pain or is it a cramping sensation?" Hank asked.

"It's a sharp pain," I answered squeezing Mike's hand tightly.

"On a scale of one to ten, how bad is the pain?" Hank continued questioning me.

"About a nine," I answered shakily. "Please just help my babies." The pain was increasing and I was becoming more and more scared for my babies lives.

"I'm going to do everything I can, but I need you to calm down." Hank told me. "The longer you stay stressed, the longer your babies will be in danger."

"Just try to relax Sweetheart," Mike kissed the top of my head. "Hank knows what he is doing and you should listen to him."

"The EMT's are here," Dad told us as the stretcher pulled up next to me.

"What do we have here?" One of the EMT's asked.

"Eighteen years, six months pregnant." Hank answered. "I think she is in premature labor."

"What?" I asked frantic. "The babies can't come now. It's way too early."

"Calm down Luce. If you continue to react this way then you are going t make things worse." Hank told me as I was lifted onto the stretcher.

"Can you stop it?" I asked as calmly as I could.

"I'm gonna try, but first we have to get you to the hospital." Hank answered as I was wheeled out of the hospital.

"I'm riding with her," Mike told the EMT's.

"So am I," Hank told them.

I was loaded into the ambulance and Mike held my hand and whispered comforting words the whole way to the hospital. The ride felt like the longest of my life as I listened to Hank and the EMT's talk back and forth.

The ambulance arrived at the hospital and I was taken directly back to a room and hooked up to an ultrasound machine. I was so thankful that Mike had been allowed to come back with me. I don't think my sanity could have taken being alone.

Hank came in a couple of minutes later with and IV bag. "What is that?" I asked, still crying.

"Don't worry about it?" Hank told me. "This is hopefully going to stop your contractions."

"And if it doesn't?" I asked.

"Then I will have no choice but to deliver the babies." Hank told me honestly.

"If you have to deliver them, what kind of a chance will they have of surviving?" Mike asked the question I was thinking.

"Let's not worry about that right now," Hank danced around the question. Obviously the babies wouldn't have much of a chance or he would have given us a straight answer. "We'll deal with that when or if the situation arises. As of right now, that is not something that Lucy needs to be worrying about."

"I want my Mom," I told Hank as Mike ran his hand through my hair.

"Alright. I'll go get her. In the meantime, you need to remain calm. Think positive thoughts and try to keep your stress level low. I'll come back in a few minutes to check on you," Hank told us before leaving to find my parents.

"I'm scared," I whispered to Mike when Hank left the room.

"I know honey," Mike whispered back. "I'm scared too, but everything is going to be okay."

"But what if it isn't okay? What if we loose one or both of the babies?" I asked.

"Luce, you need to relax. You can't think about that right now. Think positive. Both of our babies are going to be fine. You just need to have faith in God." Mike told me. "Has he ever let you down?"

"No, but," I began.

"Well he's not going to now either." Mike told me. "Everything is going to be fine. We'll have our babies, we'll get married, and then we'll spend the rest of our lives happy together. All four of us."

"Luce honey," I looked toward the door and saw my mom heading towards me. She kissed the top of my head and looked down on me. "Is it any better?"

"I guess it's a little better," I answered. "But it still hurts really bad."

"Well maybe that's a good sign," Mom told me. "What are they doing for you?"

"Hank gave me some medicine to stop the contractions," I answered as I looked at my babies on the monitor.

"Well I'm sure that the medicine should start working anytime now," Mom tried to comfort me. "If the pain is lessening, then it's probably already starting to work. Right Mike?"

"Yeah," Mike agreed. "Like I said, everything is going to be fine. You just need to relax."

"Just think about what it is going to be like to hold your babies in your arms," Mom told me. "And that is going to happen Luce. You just need to stay strong."

"Why don't you close your eyes and get some rest," Mike suggested. "That might help keep your stress levels low."

"I can't sleep. I need to be awake when Hank comes back in," I protested.

"We'll wake you up when he comes back in," Mom told me.

I gave in and slowly closed my eyes before drifting off to dream land. I could see myself sitting in Mike's house holding a beautiful newborn baby girl. Mike was sitting next to me holding a young boy of the same age.

"I can't believe this is real," Mike explained. "We have the two most beautiful babies in the world."

"I know," I answered kissing my daughter's head. "I can't wait to show them off to everyone at church."

"They are defiantly going to be the envy of the neighborhood." Mike told me as he rocked our son back and forth. "I'm just glad that they are healthy. It's hard to believe that they were almost premature."

"Thank God Hank was there. I don't want to think about what would have happened if it wasn't for him." I answered.

"But he was there," Mike told me. "And he made sure our babies were safe and stayed where they needed to be until it was the right time for them to make their entrance."

"Luce," I heard my name being called and I jolted awake. "Luce, Hank is back. You told us to wake you," Mike told me.

"How are my babies?" I asked concerned.

"The contractions have stopped. You and your babies are going to be just fine. I'm going to admit you here over night for observation and when you go home, you'll have to be on bed rest." Hank answered.

"But my babies are okay?" I asked.

Hank smiled. "Your babies are going to be just fine."

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