Good evening all :) (Its currently 10 o clock here in England)
Firstly let me just apologise in advance that this chapter is so small but I had finish off my Easter break essay as its due on Monday and I still had 1000 words to write.
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Anastasia's POV
To say that Sawyer can drive at high speeds safely is probably the biggest understatement of the century, not only that but he can drive and constantly check on the health of his passenger without a single shred of lost concentration, it's mind-blowing how safe I feel and yet we've just hit 180mph.
It took him exactly two seconds to react to my screams of pain back at Esmee's apartment, two seconds that was to run to his car, a slightly bashed up Jeep Wrangler Sahara, and bundle me into the passenger seat before jumping behind the wheel and smashing the beast of a car into first gear. We're now only 3 minutes or so away from the hospital and the pain in my stomach seems be increasing every micro second, my eyes are stinging from tears I am refusing to let fall while my head sends numerous prays that my baby will survive all this terror and I can go home and begin a better life, a life where my heart is no longer being exposed to pain and heartbreak, a life my baby and I can be proud of. Just the two of us. My mind starts to wander, imaging how my life will be without Christian in it. It's not long before my cheeks are stained with tears.
"Ana? We've arrived" Sawyers voice knocks me out of my depressed state and I quickly wipe my eyes clear of any stray tears , thankfully if Sawyer did notice my sorrow he's kind enough not to show it.
"Thank you Sawyer" I smile weakly at him, getting a shy smile back, and exit the car. Holding my bump as I try to walk to the hospital entrance, expecting to hear the car zoom off behind me, but all I hear is a car door closing. I spin round and raise my eyebrow in confusion as Sawyer walks over to me hesitantly "what are you doing Luke? You can go now, you don't have to stay and wait around."
"Ana if you think I'm going to let you go through this on your own then you obviously don't know me" the concern in his eyes knocks me back and I find myself turning away nervously. I feel his hand on my shoulder, turning I see the smile on his lips and in his eyes "stop being so nervous Ana, I'm going to look after you"
"Thank you Sawyer, it means a lot" he nods softly and gently places his hand on the small of my back, leading me towards the hospital entrance.
Within seconds of stepping into the hospital lobby another punch of pain wracks my body causing me to scream out in pure agony, Sawyer's arm is around my waist in seconds stopping me from hitting the floor, doctors are around me helping me stand, checking me over. Its then that I notice Grace entering the main area, she's lost in conversation with a younger doctor but the second she hears my scream she's rushing over to me , her eyes clouded over with panic for me.
"Ana! Move out the way, let me have a look" the pain increases dramatically and my legs fully give way beneath me, my knees hit the floor hard. Grace is kneeling in front of me desperately asking me questions about my pain, although my tears are practically choking me. I vaguely notice myself nodding to her questions but soon darkness is descending upon me, closing off all of my senses as I try to o fight the agonising pain.
"Ana! Ana you're going into labour! I need you to stay awake for me Ana!" I can hear the fear in Grace's voice but I can't stop myself slipping away. Everyone's holding me up but I just want to fall asleep.
"Ana! Ana baby!" the last voice I hear before every goes black is that of my husband. A man I wish right now I'd never met.