Chapter Thirty-Two
Sam
"Are you happy?" I asked Grace.
"Very," She said before kissing me. I wrapped her in my arms and squeezed her. I kissed the top of her head while looking at the little pictures that lay on the bed.
"I can't wait Grace, that little thing will be a baby in four months." I put my hands on her shoulders and looked at her. Then I put my hand on her stomach. She pulled her shirt down over my hand and kissed my nose. I think we both forgot that Isabel and Cole were still in the room, watching us.
"Can we go home now?" Cole asked, tapping his foot.
"Sure," Grace said, trying to get up. I grabbed her hand and helped her off the bed. We walked to the car without bumping into Grace's parents which was very good. I helped Grace into the back seat next to me.
Cole
As we drove home I held Isabel's hand. We now knew what we were having so Isabel probably wanted to go shopping. The only problem with shopping is it is not one of my strengths. I never liked shopping for my clothes. I don't know why I don't like it, I just don't.
"Did you want a girl?" Isabel asked loosening her hand.
"I just-well I don't know what I wanted, Isabel." I said, keeping my eyes on the road.
"Are you upset?"
"No, why would I?"
"Well you just look upset."
"I'm not, don't worry. Ok?"
"Fine." I could tell Isabel was upset but I just wanted Isabel to be happy.
"Are you happy?" I asked.
"I wanted to have a boy, so that it had green eyes and an attitude like you." We drove into the driveway and Sam and Grace got out of the car.
"Isabel, a girl can still have green eyes and I love your attitude, you're determined, and stubborn, which is a good thing, and you are loveable, also you're a really good kisser." We both leaned in and we kissed.
"I guess I can't argue with that, can I?" She said shrugging.
"No, you can't." I got out of the car and walked to the other side. I opened the door and took her hand. She got out and we walked into the house. Grace was on the floor and Sam was next to her. Sam looked up at us; he has fear in his eyes. "Come on, I'll help you get her to the couch." Sam and I picked her up and put her on the couch. Isabel, trying to help her, grabbed the thermometer. She put it in Grace's mouth, and stepped back.
"Grace, what happened?" Sam asked rubbing her stomach.
Trying to catch her breath she said, "I had this hard cramp run through my whole stomach."
"Well then it was probably a kick," Isabel said.
"No," I said, "If Grace fell over, that wasn't a kick." I was positive that something was happening to Grace. I hoped that it wouldn't effect the baby.
"Is the baby or you hurt?" Sam asked.
"No, but I think I need to go to the hospital, or something, because I am in so much pain." Sam looked back at me and then helped Grace up. She had her hands wrapped around her stomach. She was breathing really heavy, and Isabel and I were scared.