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December paced around the waiting room, feeling Isaac's eyes scale up and down her body every time she would walk beside him. Her mind wasn't sure what to think about everything that had been happening so fast, so fast, especially all at once.
"You okay?" December looked up, her brown hair blocking her sight. She groaned, and angrily shoved it away from her face, as she looked over at Isaac. God, he was so gorgeous, she thought to herself. He was so perfect, just looking at him and the way he sat, leaning back, legs stretched, ankle resting on ankle, she couldn't help but smile at him.
"I'm fine, I'm just worried."
"Why," Ike questioned, "You know how strong Davey is, you know she'll make it."
"Yeah." Sammy, who had just returned from retrieving a can of soda for Dee, said with a smile. "I can't wait to see her."
"The doctor said she's fine," Taylor said, approaching the group of his closest friends, with a pair of scrubs in his arm. "Amanda just went into labor, they want me and Isaac in there."
"Why me?" Isaac asked, raising his eyebrow, his arms resting behind his head.
"She wants us in there."
"What about me? Or Sam? Why aren't we allowed to go in?" December questioned, her feelings shattered. Why hadn't Davey or Amanda wanted her with them? Why was it always Ike? Or Sammy?
"Actually, your both going to see Davey in ten minutes, so don't worry," Taylor tossed the extra pair of turquoise scrubs at Isaac, "Let's go."
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Isaac got up and followed his brother, his hand brushing December's carelessly before he left her behind. He knew how much being with Davey and Amanda meant to December, but there was nothing he could do about it.
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I felt my entire body break out in violent trembles, my temperature rising suddenly. Why was this happening to me, why right now? I needed to be with Davey, to hold Zac while he watched his little fragile child breath for the first few moments. I needed to be there, for myself as well. I wanted to know what it felt like to be so happy you could just burst, I wanted to see how Davey cried, tears reflecting in her smile as she held the baby for the first time. I needed to be there, but I wasn't. I was here, lying in a lumpy hospital bed, wearing a sheet of paper, and my legs spread. The most uncomfortable position to be in, because all I wanted to do was close my legs and run away. I wasn't strong enough to be here, it was all too much for me. Too much too fast.
"I brought Isaac with me," Taylor called, rushing quickly into the room, immediately by my side.
"Why? You just left December there to fend for herself?" I cried, another sharp contraction piercing my body, threatening to become dangerously attached.
"Didn't you want me?" Ike questioned, brushing his hand through his curly hair, a faded smile on his face. He looked pale, almost the same color that reflected in Taylor's face that very moment.
"Sorry," Taylor apologized, his gaze avoiding his brothers, and mine as well. "I didn't think I could handle this by myself." I let out a sigh, he was nervous, probably as nervous as Zac was when he first stepped into the hospital hallway.
I reached out and grabbed his hand, bracing myself for another sharp contraction. "It's fine, you'll be okay. If Zac can take it, you can take it." I tried to smile at him, but my body had other plans, and I let out an earth shattering scream, the pain was becoming too much to bare. My body, and my heart couldn't take it. The thought of bringing a baby into this world, god, I didn't deserve to be a mother, not after the things I've done in my lifetime. I wasn't good enough to hold a baby in my hands, especially not Taylor's baby.
"Are you ready for the epidermal?" Doctor Richards entered the room, just bearly stepped into my gaze, as I gazed out at the world from behind tear stained eyes.
"Already? Are you sure it's time?" Taylor questioned, frantic for an answer.
"Oh god, yes I'm ready. I need it." I let out another cry, my hands shaking. Taylor gripped my hand between both his hands, letting me know he was there, wishing he could help me. Isaac walked around the bed, his eyes locked on my face, and he came up beside me, directly across from his brother and ran his hand across my forehead. My head was pounding, my tongue felt dry, my thighs were in pain, my neck ached from straining so much, I can't take the pain anymore.
"Your dilated, you can push as soon as your ready, Amanda." I heard the words, but I didn't understand them.
"C'mon Mandy, give a little push, save the big ones for later." Isaac whispered, his fingers caressing my face, wiping the sweat from under my eyes. I felt out a growl, closed my eyes, and pushed, my insides slamming against my outsides, my legs quivering.
"God, oh god," I cried out, "I can't do this," I pushed again, angered with myself for thinking I could be strong enough to have a baby. "Oh my god, Taylor, oh god," I shrieked again, my head falling heavily against the pillow that supported my neck.
"C'mon Amanda, your strong, just go as far as you can and stop. It'll be over before you know it." Taylor spoke, but my mind was whirling with thoughts, I didn't understand what he said. I raised my head, my eyes burning from the sweat that was leaking down my forehead, and I saw Dr. Richards knelt between my legs, wiping my thighs. My legs were going weak, and everything in my body ached with pain. Something was wrong, my body was weaker then it was, and my muscles didn't want to push anymore. "Are you okay? One more push Amanda, c'mon just try one more."
"I can't. I can't." The words just flowed from my mouth, my mind echoing my voice, the rest of the world silent to me. My head dropped again, heavily landing on the pillow, that now left rock hard to me. My hands were in both Isaac and Taylor's hand, they were numb and weak. My chest was heaving, I could bearly catch my breath and my blood seemed to be cycling through my body too fast, I was shaking from top to bottom. I could bearly feel my feet, and my knees were weak, I wanted to just lay down and go to sleep.
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The world buzzed on, spinning faster and faster, traveling in innocent circles. "She's 20 over 40, go check her again. Sanders," The doctor called, "get me another towel, she's loosing too much blood." The nurse rushed out of the room and quickly rushed back in, towels and bottles of medicine in hand, dropping them on a metal tray beside the doctor. "It's complicated, the baby isn't moving, she's going fast," The doctor called to another nurse, who was checking machines behind Taylor.
"We're sorry, but we're going to have to ask you to leave," the nurse turned, gripping Taylor by the shoulders, pulling him loose from my grip. "Isaac, you too. You both have to leave."
"What's going on? No! Why? What's happening to her?" Taylor screamed, letting go of my hand and shaking the nurse loose. "Please tell me, why does she look like that? What is that?" He pointed to a clear bag that was being connected beside the I.V bag.
"Nothing to be concerned about, probably just procedure." Isaac said, approaching Taylor and wrapping his arm around his brother's back. "The faster we leave, the faster you get to see her again." Isaac walked by the nurse, with his weigh all focused on making Taylor walk, while his brother kept his head turned, watching me.
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December held her breath as she pushed open the door to Davey's room and slowly stepped in, feeling the cool air rush across her flustered cheeks. She could feel Isaac's hands at her waist, and she felt relieved to be there at that very moment, she could almost feel the happiness that seemed to be oozing everywhere. She heard Taylor sigh, Isaac made sure he came with them. They were thrown out of the room where Amanda was in labor, and Isaac wanted to come see the baby, hoping it would get his and Taylor's minds off of the situation in the other room.
"Dee!" Davey cried, her eyes brightening as she saw her soon to be brother-in-law, and her two best friends. "Come see the baby." She turned her face down and looked her baby boy in the face, his eyes were crystal and his head was soft and fuzzy.
"How are you feeling?" Sammy questioned, as she walked around Ike and Dee to approach Zac, who had retreated in a chair beside Davey and his baby boy. She stepped beside him and hugged him, kissing his head softly before she whispered congratulations.
"I'm feeling much better now." Davey replied, releasing one arm so that December could reach down and hug her. "It was a hell of a ride!"
"Yeah? It was worth it though, wasn't it? Look at that beautiful baby..," Isaac trailed off, unsure as to what exactly the sex of the baby was.
"A baby boy." Davey whispered, nuzzling her nose close to the baby's.
"Does he have a name?" Sammy questioned, retreating beside Taylor, who seemed to be gazing at the baby in Davey's arms.
"Yes, we have. We just decided, actually."
"Let me guess, you named him after me?" Isaac laughed, shoving Zac jokingly. Zac laughed, snorting with sarcasm.
"Yeah right, dream on."
"What did you name him?" Taylor asked, walking closer to the bed, his hand extended so he could brush the cheek of his nephew.
"Hamilton Chase," Davey paused, gazing at Zac quickly, "Hanson."
"That's great!" December cooed, hugging Davey in congratulations. Her best friend was getting married, and she couldn't be happier. Everything was going so well, and everyone, especially Davey and Zac, deserved to be happy.
"Hamilton Chase?" Ike raised an eyebrow, obviously alittle turned off by the name.
"We're going to call him Chase." Zac added, kissing Davey's forehead.
"Keeping it in the family, huh?" Sammy laughed, her eyes looking over everyone in the room. Isaac and December were gleaming with delight, as well and Davey and Zac who kept tossing around affectionate gazes. Taylor, on the other hand, had a faded smile on his face, his eyes distant and dull. Was something wrong, Sammy couldn't help but wonder, but what could it be?
whats behind door number one?
