Gabriella waited outside her father's hospital room as she waited for the doctor to come out to explain to her what happened. She had been waiting for one hour already and there aren't any chairs for her to sit but she didn't care. She took off her heals and paced in front of the door back and forth. She tried everything to keep herself calmed and relaxed and not stressed but it's very hard.

Since she has arrived in the hospital with the ambulance, she has been crying and sobbing. Every time she tried to ask the doctor what's the matter with her father, they refuse to answer and asked her to be calm and patient. She didn't understand what happened. She was having dinner with her father and then suddenly, he just collapsed. She didn't understand what happened. She needed an explanation but no one in the hospital is telling her.

"So how was your day?" Gabriella asked during dinner as she handed her father's dinner.

"I worked at home today. Didn't feel like going outside. But just because I am not at the office doesn't mean I can have a day off," her father replied.

"No one said designing buildings for other people is easy, right dad?" Gabriella joked.

Her father nodded in agreement, "So how was the doctor appointment just now? Anything good happened?" he asked.

"Not really. Nothing new except we get to listen to the baby's heartbeat for the first time and we can now see how it looks like with its fingers and feet. Here's the picture," Gabriella said as she showed the picture of the sonogram to her father.

"Wow. It's incredible. I remember the first your mother showed me your first sonogram. She wanted it to be a surprise so she gave it to me during my birthday and she put it in an envelope. I can still remember when she confirmed that she was pregnant. She looked so excited and so was I but I have to say, the day you were born is one of the best days of my life. I remember when I first held you in my arms and you were wrapped in a pink blanket. When I first spoke to you, you started to move your fingers as if trying to find something and when I let you hold my finger, you grabbed it tightly seemingly to tell me that I will always have you. It was my one of my favourite memory," her father said.

Gabriella smiled. Honestly, she didn't know what to say next. Then her father continued, "I hope that one day, when your baby is born, I hope that Troy will have the same feeling I had when I first held you," her father said.

Gabriella eyes grew in suspicion, "Dad, why are you talking about this?"

Her father just shrugged, "I'm just saying. Excuse me; I have to go to the bathroom."

Gabriella nodded as her father got up and walked to his bathroom. Fifteen minutes have past, Gabriella just finished her dinner but her father is still not back yet. Gabriella cleaned up the table and put her father's leftover in the microwave while she went to find her father. She knocked the bathroom door.

"Dad?" She called. "Dad? Are you ok?"

There was still no answer. She realised that the door wasn't locked. "Daddy? I'm coming in now."

When she opened the door, her father wasn't inside. She turned to the other that leads to her father's bedroom. It was opened. She walked through the door and was shocked to find her father on the bedroom floor unconscious. "DAD!" she cried as she ran to him. "DAD! Wake up! DADDY?" Gabriella pleaded but he didn't respond.

Gabriella then grabbed the nearest telephone and called for an ambulance.

The memory of what happened brought tears into Gabriella's eyes. She can't believe what she had just experienced. It is the most unfortunate thing to happen to her in her life. Suddenly, her cell phone rang. She looked at the caller's name and it read Troy. Gabriella thought that Troy was probably worried for her still not at home yet.

"Hello?" she answered softly, trying to not sound like she's crying.

"Hey, it's getting late. I was just wondering where you were. Are you ok?" Troy asked with concern in his voice.

Gabriella stayed silent for a second. Telling Troy of what happened could make her cry even more. She's not ready to explain it to someone whereas she didn't know the full details yet. "No."

"What's the matter? Where are you?" he asked again. This time sounding more concern and worried.

Gabriella took a deep breath before answering him, "I'm at the hospital. It's my dad. He collapsed during dinner and I don't know why. The doctors won't tell me anything and I've been waiting outside his room for an hour already and no one has come to me to explain anything," she said while crying.

"Stay where you are. I'll be there as soon I can. Try not to get stressed out Gabriella," he said.

"No. You don't have to be here. I'll be fine," Gabriella objected.

"But you're alone and what if something happens to you?" Troy said.

Gabriella thought that Troy does have a point. With all the stressed she's having now, she might do something to damage herself and the baby. "Alright. I'm at the third floor."

"Ok, I'm coming," Troy said.

"Hey, Troy?" Gabriella called.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Thank you," she said softly.

"No problem. I'll see you soon. Bye," he said then hanging up.

Gabriella had to admit, listening to Troy's voice put a smile on her face for some reason. And with the way he talked to her, he wasn't making fun of her, he sounded concerned and caring. She liked this side of him. It was the side that made Gabriella smile all the time. This is the Troy that Gabriella wanted to be with. Gabriella rubbed her baby bump and secretly told the baby how lucky it is to have a father like that.

Suddenly a doctor walked to Gabriella, interrupting her thoughts. Gabriella quickly stood up. "How's is he?" she asked quickly.

"Perhaps you might want to brace yourself for this," the doctor said.

"What do you mean?" Gabriella asked.

"Your father first came to me when he realised that he hasn't been having an appetite to eat anything for almost two weeks. He started to throw up a lot and lost a couple of weight. At first I thought it was just the stomach flu which is common but unfortunately…he has pancreatic cancer and it's at its final stage already," the doctor explained.

Gabriella couldn't believe the information she just received. Now that she thought about it, her father seemed to lose a lot of weight. She just thought he's been stressed out about work. She never expected that he has cancer. "How long?" she asked.

"He came to us about a year ago so we gave him some medication. Two months ago, he went for his monthly check up and we observed that the medication hasn't done much to help him. So we gave more and more medication to help him but about 6 weeks ago, he came to me and told me that he wanted to stop his medication for personal reasons," the doctor explained.

"But why would he do that?" Gabriella asked, trying to control her tears.

"Maybe he just thought he didn't have anything to live for anymore or he just knew that his time is almost up," the doctor said.

"No. He has so much more to live for. Just a few weeks ago he wanted to throw me another wedding because he didn't make the first one and that he felt guilty for it," Gabriella said. "Why didn't he tell me? I mean, it has been going on for a year. Why won't he just tell me?" she asked.

"He did tell me that you were busy on planning your job and he didn't want to stop you from achieving your dream," the doctor told her.

"He said that?" she inquired.

"Yes."

"Are you sure there isn't anything you can do to help him?" Gabriella asked.

"I'm afraid not. I don't think he has much time to live. I give him a few months or so," the doctor answered.

Gabriella's heart completely fell into bits of pieces. She can't believe her father only has a few months to live. He'll miss out on everything. The birth of his first grandchild, his grandchild's first words, first steps, everything. She needed her father for all of those things. He being absent is just not right.

Gabriella then slowly walked to her father's hospital room. She opened the door and found her dad looking out the window. She closed the door behind her but stayed near the door and away from her father.

"You lied to me," Gabriella started.

"Gabriella-," her father wanted to explain but Gabriella interrupted him.

"No. You lied to me. You said you were fine but look where you are now. You're sick. You're more than sick. You have pancreatic cancer for a year and you didn't tell me. Why not?" Gabriella asked desperately.

"I didn't want to affect you. I want you to live your life and not to be worried about me all the time," her father explained.

"If you told me a long time ago, this wouldn't be happening. Why did you stop your medication? Why did you tell the doctor you didn't have much to live for anymore? You have a lot to live for. You job, your family, me and now your first grandchild. Don't you even want to meet your first grandchild?" Gabriella demanded.

"That was before you told me you told you were pregnant," her father explained.

"But before Troy and I told you the truth, didn't you think about our future. What if we were falling in love and were really getting married because we love each other? What if one day in the future we decided to have a family? Don't you want to be a part of it?" Gabriella asked while sobbing.

"I guess I wasn't thinking," her father answered. "Gabriella, like I said, you shouldn't be worried about me. I want you to live your own live with your family. This is the time for you to not think about me. I'll be fine-"

"Fine? You are far from fine. Look at you. You're connected to wires and all the hospital stuff. You are not fine at all. I hate you dad," Gabriella said while walking to her father. She then sat on the chair.

"And you should be. You have the right to be angry at me," her father accepted it.

Gabriella's tears began to form even more. Why was her father accepting his mistake? Her father then put his hand on Gabriella's face to wipe the tears away. "I didn't mean that. I love you dad. Always. You took care of him. You love me. You took care of me when mom wasn't here. You were always there for me when no matter how good or bad I am. Whenever I need help, you were there to help me solve it. You're a good father. Don't ever doubt that," Gabriella said.

"I know," her father replied.

Just then, a nurse entered. "I'm sorry but I'm afraid you leave miss. It's far past visiting hours and your father needs his rest."

"Just go Gabriella. I have all the doctors and nurse in the hospital to take of me," her father said.

"Ok. I'll come back in the morning dad. I promise," Gabriella promised.

"Alright. See you," her father replied.

Gabriella then left the hospital room and walked to the lift. When the lift opened, it revealed Troy. "Hey," he greeted. "Are you leaving? Is your dad ok?"

"Yeah, he's fine. Visiting hours starts in the morning. I'm leaving now," Gabriella said.

"Ok, let's go then," Troy said as he held out his hand to Gabriella. Gabriella grabbed it tightly and stood beside Troy.

"Thanks for coming here and being caring," Gabriella said.

"Hey, anything for you. I do still owe you a favour right?" Troy said.

Gabriella smiled. She wondered when the favour will be over soon. "Anyways, are you ok? Are you stressed out?" Troy asked.

"I'm trying not to be," Gabriella answered. "Stress isn't good for the baby," she said she rubbed her belly.

"Well you shouldn't be. I'll help you keep your mind of this. I promise."


So how was that? Well done? I hope so.

Anyways, did anyone saw the Charlie St. Cloud movie trailer? I did and it was awesome. What did you guy think of it?

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