Did you name Georgina after the girl in the One? - no that's just a crazy coincidence. I didn't notice it until you pointed it out! but actually I think the girl in the One is Georgia, not Georgina.
"Never let me go, I'm not giving up. I'm just giving in." - Florence + the Machine
Then he looked over at America. Her face was sickly pale, almost yellow. He touched her hand and found it cold. Her heart monitor registered her heartbeat as wild and erratic. "America?" he exclaimed, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. He put a hand on her face and she frowned but she didn't wake up. He tapped her cheek lightly. "Ames, wake up," he demanded desperately. "Dr. Macky!" he shouted into the silent hospital.
Next to him, he was vaguely aware of Georgina starting to cry but he was too overcome by the state of his wife. "Someone, please, help!" he called desperately. Dr. Macky burst out of his office at the noise and ran forward, a few nurses running behind him.
Dr. Macky looked at America's heart beat and then lifted up her blankets. There was blood slowly staining the sheets. "She's bleeding! We have to stop it, now!"
One of the nurses started taking America's blood pressure. "Pressure is seventy-two over fifty!" the nurse called to Dr. Macky.
"We need to give her a transfusion. Someone find me three pints of A positive!" Dr. Macky demanded as he did an examination of the origin of the blood flow. "She has a tear; we need to take her into surgery." He started unhooking her bed from the machines and tried to push Maxon away but he held fast.
"America, wake up baby. Please Ames, wake up!" He stroked her hair. "Don't leave me Ames, please!"
"Maxon, we can save her but we have to move. Now!" Dr. Macky barked and Maxon released America like he had been shocked. He backed away as Dr. Macky took America's bed and started pushing it toward the operating room. The hospital was left in eerie silence as Maxon stood helpless, staring at the doors his wife had just disappeared behind.
"Papa?" he heard a small voice behind him say quietly. Kenna was standing in the entrance to the hospital behind him holding Christian's hand. Kenna looked terrified. Christian ran toward Maxon and hugged his father's leg, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Papa, is Mama okay?"
Maxon frowned and put a hand on his son's hand, feeling assurance from his small, warm body resting against his leg. "I don't know son," he admitted quietly.
It took two hours for America to come out of surgery. Dr. Macky approached Maxon where he and Kenna were waiting, Kenna trying her hardest to placate Georgina but the newborn needed her mother and no one else. "Maxon, you can go see her. She's in recovery and still asleep but she should be waking up in the next few hours. We were able to repair the tear but she'll have to be confined to her bed for a week or so. Is that clear?"
Maxon nodded and followed the doctor to the recovery room. "And the damage…is it permanent?"
"There will be some residual scarring. But if you're asking in context of future children, I can assure you that it is not out of the question. Delivering naturally could be dicey but we know what to look for now and there are other ways to deliver babies. This isn't the end of the line Maxon," Dr. Macky reiterated.
He blushed and nodded again, feeling an immense weight lift off his chest. He walked inside and ran a hand down his face in relief when he saw America lying peacefully in bed. She was still deathly pale but he knew she would regain her color in no time. "I'll leave you two alone," Dr. Macky said, excusing himself.
Maxon sat down on the edge of her bed and picked up her hand that didn't have an IV line in it. Her rings were resting on the table next to her bed so he picked them up and slid them on her fingers. He swiped a hand down the side of her face, sighing. "What's gonna happen to us Ames?" he asked quietly.
The next day Maxon was able to take America up to their room where she could be more comfortable. He carried her up where Kenna was waiting in their room with Georgina. America was lethargic, as was typical for blood loss, but she mustered a smile for her newborn baby girl. She opened her arms for her daughter and held her close to her chest, reclining on the pillows Maxon had set up for her himself. He pulled one of his small digital cameras out of his back pocket and snapped a quick picture.
"Dax…" America sighed, eyeing him mischievously. "I look awful; no more pictures."
He looked defensive. "We need to document this; it is an important moment. First day home with the baby and all."
She rolled her eyes. "Can I feed her?" she asked, returning her attention to the baby.
"Yep." He walked to the nursery next to the room where they had bottles of milk stashed because America wasn't healthy enough yet to feed Georgina herself. He handed America the bottle and she held it with expert precision. "You feeling okay?" he asked her.
"I'm fine. I feel a little sorry for you having to deal with me cooped up here for the next few weeks."
"I was feeling sorry for you. Forget me." He cracked a smile.
She shook her head. "Spending weeks in bed sounds really appealing right now, actually."
His eyes widened. "Maybe I should take you back to the hospital. You talking about lying around doing nothing for weeks? There must be something wrong!" he laughed.
"Whatever," she sighed, pulling him closer by the front of his shirt with her free hand to kiss him chastely. "I'll try not to get into too much trouble," she promised against his lips.
She felt him smile and laugh. "That will be extremely difficult for you." He stood up and straightened his shirt. "I'll be back in no more than two hours. I'm finding it increasingly difficult to stay away from my two favorite girls."
She rolled her eyes. "Just go. But do come back soon."
With a kiss to Georgina's forehead, he left and true to his word he came back in under two hours. He had a box in his hand with a blue bow on it. "I have something for you."
"Maxon, I thought I told you not to buy me any more jewelry."
He laughed and sat down on the bed next to her. Georgina was sleeping in a bassinet next to the bed. "It's not jewelry. In fact, it is anything but jewelry. I think it'd be frowned upon to wear this." He cracked a small smile and handed her the small package.
She sighed and opened the box, gasping in surprise. "Really?" she asked, looking up at him. Nestled inside the box were macarons in every flavor she could imagine. "Lavender, pistachio, gingerbread, hazelnut…you got all of my favorite flavors!"
"There's something else in there too," he prompted quietly, nodding to the box. She dug through the box a bit, careful not to disturb the macarons and found her locket sitting underneath them. She immediately knew why he had it but reflexively reached up to her neck, wondering briefly when she had taken it off. He seemed to read her mind on that. "Dr. Macky took it off when he took you in for surgery," he explained.
She nodded and opened the locket, seeing the picture he had taken just hours before inside the locket along with a different picture of Maxon holding Christian in his lap. "I love all of it!" she exclaimed.
"I'm glad. It's just a little token of my appreciation for you to show how much I love you and I could not be more grateful for all you have given up for our family." Typical Maxon to just keep babbling on and on about her, she thought ruefully. "Did I mention I love you?"
"I don't think so. You may want to refresh my memory just to be safe," she told him.
He leaned in close and slipped a hand behind her neck to pull her face closer to his. "I love you," he whispered, his other hand settling on her hip.
"Come what may," she sighed, leaning into his kiss.
a quick update! yay! so last night I was reading my update from yesterday and realized just how God-awful the typos were so sorry; I typed that chapter on my iPad so that probably has something to do with it. anyway, I hope you guys liked it! and yay, the One comes out this week! I will be continuing this. there's about 10-15 chapters left of this but I am trying to compress it.
review please!