Reflection

Storme’s POV


Everything was a huge blur for me until we were ushered into the hospital like children being told to follow in line. My concern wasn’t about anything except the tiny little life in my abdomen, my baby. Shannon’s baby. All of my hope was that nothing had happened to him or her, I couldn’t stand to lose a child, I just couldn’t handle it. Ame and I were separated as soon as they got us in the building, but I really didn’t care, I was too numb at the moment. There were people talking to me, asking me questions, and I was just tuning them out completely. Probably not a good thing to do at the time, but I was thinking too much about other things that didn’t really concern them. I wanted to see my father again, and I wanted to see Shannon, I needed to see them more than anything in the world.

A pinching feeling on my arm made me react, smacking the syringe and hand away with narrowed eyes, “You don’t stick a needle in me for anything until you make sure you know some facts, nurse. I’m pregnant, and if you hurt my child, I’ll hurt you, got it?” She looked like Maryese did the last time I threatened to break her little neck if she looked sideways at Shannon and I caught her. Yeah, I wasn’t going to take any chances with my child, and it seemed to calm the room down just a little bit. They were less frantic because of my threat to the other woman, and more careful while they handled me. Good for them, they better be careful with me in my condition, or I’m going to pull a line from daddy and stomp someone’s ass.

I sat through the examination to make sure I was doing ok, and then they got to my shoulder, oh joy. The pain was more than I wanted to deal with when they started cleaning it and treating it with antiseptic, yeah that hurt. My arm was throbbing as the nurse started stitching up the gash on my shoulder. It was really testing my patience with people and my ability to handle pain; I wasn’t doing well with either of those things at the moment. Concern was still centered on my abdomen, at least in my mind, but they weren’t checking on my baby yet, and that was starting to get on my nerves. Still, I managed to keep my mouth shut until she finished closing up the gash and bandaging it up for me. After that, all bets were off and I turned my attention to the doctor in the room.

“Look, I don’t care how I’m doing right at this moment, I want to know if my baby is still ok, and I suggest you find out.” He eyed me a little and I raised my eyebrows at his waiting, you’d of thought I had pulled a gun. In a flash, he was off to go get a portable ultrasound machine to check me out with. Wait a minute, ultrasound machine? Well, if he could see something so small in there, then that was great, as long as my baby was alive. It was getting annoying with having to wait, I didn’t want to wait anymore, I’d done enough of that with Ame up on that stupid mountain. What I really wanted was a big hug from my dad and then to be wrapped up in Shannon’s arms for the rest of my life, I didn’t ever want to leave his arms again, it wasn’t safe when he wasn’t with me apparently.

Only after I knew my baby was safe did I even dare to calm down, and as soon as I did, I was out like a light. They had told me that Shannon and daddy were on their way to the hospital, but until then, I was going to be getting a little sleep. Mine and Ame’s ordeal gave us the right to sleep, and I was hoping she was ok wherever she was in the hospital. I already knew that Glenn and Mark would be hauling ass to get to the hospital, and my dad would shoot anyone who got in his way. Yes, I knew my father well, and I knew he would get to the hospital with Shannon in tow. Oh you better believe he’ll bring Shannon with him, even if he doesn’t like him all that much, he knows how I feel about him, and he knows it’ll only upset me if he doesn’t bring him, so I knew I would see both of them soon.

Irritation came shortly after I fell asleep though, because some idiot nurse was shaking me awake. Growling a little, I sat up in my bed and looked at her, not in the mood to be bothered, “What is the big deal? Why are you waking me up?” She looked at me, not at all offended, and smiled, “Your family just arrived downstairs, they’re coming up to see you.” My family? Oh daddy and Shannon, finally! I was out of the bed before they could stop me, and out of the room even faster than that. The only need I had was to see my father and my lover; every other need had already been met. Even in that little hospital gown and still so tired, I was running like hell through the hallway of the hospital, trying to get to the elevator.

From around the corner, I saw Shannon appear and then daddy, I had tears in my eyes as I ran and leaped straight into daddy’s arms. He hugged me tightly and I was clinging tightly to him, nearly completely breaking down now that he was there. I couldn’t though, I still had things I needed to say, especially where Shannon was concerned. As soon as I was finished with daddy, I was turning, my eyes locking onto the form of the man I was in love with. I think I started crying, I honestly don’t know, all I was thinking was that I needed to be in his arms. Barely a step away from him, I launched myself right into his arms, “Shannon! Oh baby, we’re pregnant!” That slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it, I hadn’t meant to just yell that out of nowhere. Oops.

Shannon’s POV

Talk about a man driving like crazy, Steve was driving like some kind of maniac down the road to the hospital. Of course, Mark wasn’t doing a much better job driving in front of us; I really thought people might die. Thankfully, we made it there in one piece, and without tickets or anything, was a complete miracle. I was amazed I could still walk without motion sickness when I got out of Steve’s truck; thank God he hadn’t been drinking. If he’d been drinking, I’m sure I would have needed a hospital bed right beside Regan’s. Yeah, I’d been thinking about her constantly, I needed to see her for myself, so that I knew she was safe and sound. Nothing else, not even her voice could make me feel better, I had to see her before I went crazy with worry.

There was a mad rush with four of us getting into the hospital and finding out where Regan and Amelia were. I thought Glenn was going to tear through some people with Mark’s help as the two of them raced off to see Ame. Steve was cussing everything and I was just shaking my head, letting him get the information on where Regan was. As soon as we had it, we were off to the elevator to go upstairs to the floor where she was. Now I was getting apprehensive, I just had to see her before I went completely crazy, and Steve seemed to be in about the same condition. Too bad that stupid elevator just wasn’t moving fast enough for either of us, nothing could have gotten us to her fast enough.

I made it out before Steve did, but before I knew what was going on, I saw a streak of red and then Regan was in his arms. There was a weird sense of relief for me and she hadn’t even touched me yet, but I could see she was ok. And then I had an armful of Regan, and she’d just yelled out something my mind couldn’t process fast enough. I held her tightly, overjoyed, but my brain couldn’t catch up, “Pregnant? Baby, you’re pregnant?” She wasn’t kidding me about it, she wasn’t like that, I knew she was honest before I even asked about it. Oddly enough, I wasn’t scared out of my mind about the fact that I was going to be a father soon. Closing my eyes, I wrapped my arms around her, resting my cheek against her head, “I love you, Regan.”

Ok that was lame, but there isn’t another answer to give your girlfriend when you don’t know what to say. She didn’t seem to care if it was the worst answer in the world; she was still in tears, hugging me against her. Steve was glaring at me though, oh hell I’m going to die before my next birthday if he gets his hands on me. The good thing was, I had Regan back, I was going to be a father, and…oh damn, I haven’t even thought further than all this. That worried me a little, I needed to talk to Regan, I needed to find out how serious she wanted to be, if she even wanted to be more than we were now. Yes, I am thinking about marriage, to Regan Williams, but not yet, still a little too soon for that now.