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Another plane ride away and we arrive at her parent's house. We both know this trip isn't going to go as smoothly as the one to my mom's. It has been awkward from the moment we got into her mom's car. Heather was playing super girlfriend and wouldn't let me lift a finger while we were loading the bags and I know her mom noticed. It's like her mom always senses when something is going on with Heather. I wish my mom had that amount of intuition sometimes, but in cases like this I really wish she was a little more clueless. Heather sits in the front seat and keeps turning back to check on me to make sure I'm not about to blow chunks all over her mother's car. Today my morning sickness has felt more like all day sickness and I've already gotten sick about five times on the plane ride here. I smile at her and reassure her I'm alright, even though I know I could throw up at any second if I think about it too much. This is definitely not how I want to start this trip off.
We soon arrive at her parent's house and we head up to Heather's old room. I see Mrs. Morris take Heather's arm and pull her into another room as I walk into Heather's bedroom. I set down the only bag I could convince Heather to let me carry and head straight for the bathroom feeling another wave of nausea hit me. Luckily Heather's old room has its own bathroom. I walk out and hear Heather in the other room. It sounds like her and her mom arguing in the bedroom down the hall. We haven't even been here five minutes and all hell is breaking loose. I sit down on the bed and try to overhear what is going on. Suddenly, the door swings open and Heather storms into the room and shuts the door behind her. Her face is bright red and even though it looks like she hasn't been crying, I know she could break at any moment. She paces back and forth for a few minutes and takes a few deep breaths. When I feel like she has calmed down enough I decide we should probably talk about what happened.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I ask. She walks over and sits down next to me on the bed.
"She knows," she says simply.
"I'm guessing she didn't take it well," I reply.
"She wasn't really upset about us being together. She was more disappointed I could see it in her eyes. But then she kept asking me more questions about why I was being so overprotective of you and it clicked in her head. So now she thinks that I'm stupid for being with you and that there is no way I can be a parent right now or help anyone raise a baby," she says as she starts to cry. I let her wrap her arms around my waist and wrap my arms around her as she continues to cry. I know that I should probably say something, but the only thing I can think of to do hold her closer and let her cry. It's moments like these that I realize how simple gestures like this are worth more than a thousand words. You can say everything without saying anything at all. Sometimes, the only thing that heals the pain is having someone hold you until it stops hurting.
We were hanging out at my place and we had a few of the Glee cast members over after filming the first episode of season 3. We decided it would be fun to play beer pong together so most of us were wasted already. Heather grew tired of playing and after I finished a round I went to find her. She was lying down on the couch with her phone in her hand. I walked over to her and scooted her over so I could cuddle up next to her. She flashed me a smile and continued texting on her phone. The others were occupied in the kitchen and it was just the two of us. I looked around to make sure no one was watching and turned her head towards me so I could kiss her. She blocked my mouth with her hand and turned her head away from me.
"Naya, we can't do this. I'm with Taylor," she said. I was taken aback. It was the first time she ever pushed me away when we were like this. Our make-out sessions had become a lot heavier lately and we had even shared a few moments in my trailer when no one was around, without alcohol involved.
"Sorry," I said harshly as I got up and stormed away to my bedroom. I had no idea what her thought process was but the alcohol in my system was making it difficult to understand what was going on with her. I sat on the edge of the bed and started crying. Several minutes later she walked in, closed the door, and knelt down in front of me.
"Nay, I'm sorry. I had to. Lea was watching when you started trying to kiss me," she whispered. I nodded and wiped the tears from my face.
"I feel so stupid," I say. And I did. I felt stupid for wanting to kiss her so badly that I didn't think about how it would affect her. I felt even more stupid for crying about it.
"Don't feel stupid. The alcohol was talking," she replied.
"No, don't you get it? I want you all the time Heather. What about when we made out in my trailer? We weren't drunk then. What about when we were at your place last week? And I'm not that drunk right now," I said angrily. I'm still trying to control the tears but they aren't cooperating and keep stinging my eyes. She got up from the ground and sat next to me. She wrapped her arms around me and I wrapped my arms around her waist and cried into her shoulder. She didn't say anything, but somehow it told me everything I needed to know.
She pulls away from me and wipes her eyes.
"I'm sorry things aren't going so well," she says.
"It's okay. That's why I'm here," I reply. I kiss her and she smiles when I pull away.
"You're an amazing girlfriend," she says. I can tell she is still upset but for now she is calmed down.
"I learned from the best," I say as I touch her nose and smile at her.
Heather and I decided a few days before that we need to talk about the pregnancy with Ryan and see whether or not they were going to keep me on the show. Today is the day and I am nervous as hell about it as I drive to set. It's not like I can undo anything at this point. I stop at a stoplight and look down to check my phone. Suddenly, I hear a screech and I see a car coming fast in my rearview mirror. I watch as it slams into the back of my car throwing me forward. My head slams against my hand that is resting on the steering wheel. I stay still for a few seconds trying to grasp what has just happened. As I see the blood on my hand, my first instinct is to call Heather. My phone is still in my hand and I hit the speed dial. I try to open the door with my free hand and stop as pain shoots through it as I clutch the handle. I open the door with my other hand and try to step out of the car and nearly fall on my face. I steady myself against the back door as I listen for her to answer.
"Hello," she says instantly calming me.
"Hemo, I'm out at the light outside the studio at 3rd street. I was just in an accident," I say as I look down and see that my shirt is covered in blood too.
"I'll be right out there!" she replies, "Are you okay babe?"
"Stay on the phone with me," I say.
"Are you alright?" she repeats worriedly. "Did you call an ambulance?"
"I think one is coming," I reply as I see four or five people on their phones and a woman frantically recounting the story and location. The adrenaline starts to die down and I walk over to sit on the curb because standing is entirely too painful. I look over to the wreckage and see that the driver of the other vehicle is unconscious in the front seat. No wonder no one came and asked if I was okay. He looks much worse than I do at this point. A woman is standing outside the car on the phone. She looks over and sees me sit down and walks over to me.
"Are you alright?" she asks worriedly.
"I don't know," I reply. "Is he okay?" I motion towards the wreckage where the man is lying unconscious against the steering wheel.
"He isn't moving," she says with tears in her eyes. Just then, I see Heather on the other side of the street and she rushes over to me.
"Did someone call an ambulance?" she says to the woman as she runs over to me.
"Yes, they're almost here," the woman replies.
"Where are you hurt?" she asks as she gets down next to me and sees the blood on my forehead and soaked through my shirt.
"I think just my forehead and hand. I slammed forward into the steering wheel. I think my hand is broken," I say through tears as she examines me for any more injuries. "I'm just happy that you're here now." She rubs the back of her hand lightly against my cheek and wipes away a tear. I put my hand over hers against my cheek and hold it there. It suddenly feels like the whole world has melted away and I focus on her. I'm pulled from my trance by a paramedic running up to us.
"Are you both okay here?" the paramedic asks as he examines my forehead.
"She was in the car. She needs to go to the hospital now. She's pregnant," Heather says. I can see the fear and worry in her eyes.
"Are you in pain?" he asks as he gets down and examines my forehead and hand.
"My head and hand," I reply. He motions for another paramedic to bring a gurney over.
"How far along are you?" he asks.
"Three months," I reply quietly so the crew members that are already outside don't hear.
"Are you having any stomach pain at all?"
"No," I reply, "Is the baby gonna be okay?"
"We are going to do everything we can okay? Don't move. I'm going to go get the gurney so we can take you to the hospital," he says as he runs over to the second ambulance that arrived.
As he loads me into the ambulance several other members of the cast and crew come outside. Mark, Kevin, Lea and Dianna all look worried as Heather explains the situation and boards the ambulance. While the paramedic takes my vitals, I watch her sitting in the seat across from me. She forces a soft smile at me but I know she's scared to death. I'm scared too.
"Hey Jim, speed it up. Her bp is dropping and looks like she is losing blood," I hear him say as he continues working on checking my vitals. I start to feel like my body is floating and that I might pass out at any second. The effects of the adrenaline must be wearing off. I look over and see Heather's face start to become blurry and it appears that she is moving back and forth across the seat.
"Why am I losing blood? I thought you bandaged everything," I ask worriedly as a lift the oxygen mask from my face. The monitor reflects the change in my heart rate.
"Right now, I just need you to try to stay calm and keep breathing in that mask for me. You tell me if you start to feel any more pain anywhere else." I nod in reply and he motions for Heather to come over and sit next to me. As her hand reaches my face and caresses my cheek I start to feel the pain creep through all of my wounds. First my head throbs, then my wrist, and then….my lower stomach. I start to realize what's happening and I feel the tears start to seep from behind my eyes and run down my face. I wince in pain.
"Are you starting to feel pain, Naya?" the paramedic asks. I simply nod because everything hurts. The thought of forming words makes my head hurt even worse. I open my eyes and stare into Heather's that are next to me. I maintain eye contact with her the rest of the ride to the hospital getting lost in the crystal blue that I love so much. All I can think of is how beautiful she is and how happy she makes me. The pain fades away. The noise of the sirens is silenced. Nothing else matters except her. I feel myself slowly lose consciousness and the world fades to black.