I apologize for the weird change in pov in this chapter. I usually try to avoid it because I know a lot of people don't like it, but it was hard for this chapter. Also, we actually have a schedule going now. Updates will most likely be on Fridays and Saturdays, depending on when we are able to write. School has started and we realized it would be hard to write without some sort of schedule. Fridays will be VictoriousGurl's chapter (unless I can't get it up until Saturday) and Saturday will be mine. You might see some changes if we are able to write in the middle of the week (like now) but just know that you'll get 2 back to back updates a week. (usually)

We don't own this. Enough said about that of course!

I screamed and sat up in my chair, petrified. Tori lay on the floor as close to lifeless as I've seen anyone before. She had turned from Spanish sun tanned to powder Irish pale in a matter of seconds. The rest of the world moved in slow motion as Beck and Robbie carried her to the car, Andre close behind. Holly and I were told to stay behind with the kids and Flower, and I watched motionless as my best friend was driven away from the house. What if that was the last time I ever saw her? I immediately pushed the thought to the back of my head and put on a fake smile for my little man. He rushed over and I let him onto my lap, holding him close. Aiden looked up at me, looking me over as I tried to cover my tears.

"Mommy," He put his hand on my shoulder, "It's going to be okay, Auntie Tori is going to be okay, I just know it. Don't cry." I almost lost it at that moment, but I managed to keep myself together. Aiden is my little angel, I can tell his daddy taught him a lot about things like this already, and I'm thankful once again for having such a wonderful family. I look over to Aiden and Zach laying on bean bag chairs and watching Spongebob, completely at peace.

"Do you need something to drink? Coffee maybe?" Holly's arm is on my shoulder and she looks down at me, worry written all over her face.

I sigh and take the mauve colored cup from her, letting myself take a long sip. The coffee scorches my throat as it goes down, and I sigh in a contentment I feel I don't deserve.

I pull into the emergency lane of the parking lot, narrowly missing a second car coming in the other direction. Beck jumps out of the car and picks Tori up bridal style while Andre drives the car to park it. When the automatic door opens I am hit with the distinct smell of latex, cleaning products, and cafeteria foods; the smell of worry and grief for a lot of people. We are led through corridor after corridor of the same thing. Monitors beeped, people came over the loudspeaker, and heels clicked on identical while linoleum tile. Even with all of the noise I swear all I could focus on was the sound of my heart beating in my ears, a normally comforting rhythm to me.

We were escorted to a room identical to all the others and I stepped out of the room while Tori was being examined. I could hear the muffled sound of Beck's voice as he explained the situation again. It seemed like it was hours that I sat in that hallway, waiting, always waiting. I talked to a nervous Cat for a while, and she decided that it would be best if she was there. She left Aiden with Holly and Andre, who was going home to be with his wife. I slowly made the long trek back to the lobby where Cat was waiting for me. She looked awful, tear stained cheeks, hair thrown up into a messy bun, and still wearing slippers. We walked back to the room to see Beck sitting in the hallway, head in hands. He greets Cat with a forced smile and sits back down.

"They're doing a more thorough exam on her, and waiting until she wakes up to make a final diagnosis. They say the baby should be fine, just a little distressed, but that can mean that she hemorrhages or clots and that's not fine. I just don't know what to do. They won't even let me in the damn room!" He takes a deep breath in and holds it there for a while. He looks mildly comedic, cheeks puffed up like a chipmunk, but I immediately take that thought back. This isn't really the time to be laughing. He lets the breath out and puts his head back in his hands. An hour passes and a doctor takes us in to see her. She's hooked up to wires and monitors, just waking up. The doctor, a tiny Asian man with thick rimmed glasses, talks to us in a hushed voice.

"We think she may have had a little scare there with the baby but everything will be fine. We still don't know why she fell unconscious but we're working on that answer right now. Everything should be fine though, we're going to keep her monitored overnight as a precaution. Mr. Oliver, you should be able to take your wife home tomorrow morning."

We stay at the hospital until I see Cat fighting to stay awake. We then go to get Aiden and make the short journey back home. Right as Cat is tucking Aiden in, we get a phone call.

"Robbie, it's Beck. Tori's going into premature labor. Like, really premature."

When we get back to the hospital we're taken back to room 213 and told to sit in the hall again. I hear the clang of metal against metal and even more monitors on the other side of the door. The door opens and two doctors in scrubs rush a small cart through the hall. I don't dare look in the cart, the crying on the other side of the door says enough. Beck comes out next looking tired and disheveled.

"The baby is alive, but she wasn't breathing when she came out. They said they have to take her to the NICU, they always do that with premies. We get to wait for the nurses to finish checking her up and then we'll be able to see her." He plays with the hem of the scrubs they gave him, taking the cap off of his head to wipe the nervous sweat.

We walk in to see Tori, who looks even more tired and disheveled than her husband. We comfort her and the doctor comes in 10 minutes later with the news.

"Your baby girl should be all set, but of course she'll have to stay here on monitors for about a month. She's 2 months premature and very tiny, so her fetal development wasn't complete. Right now she's on oxygen to help her breath. Did you want to see her?"

My mom watches a lot of TLC like a Baby Story and all of those shows, so that's where I got my information. Sorry if it's a little iffy :)

You know what to do by now, right?

-Hollywood :)