Baby Bump (butchercup)

Baby 2: last part

It's been a year, I know. I hope you missed me
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I woke up but I don't remember falling asleep, I only remember...nothing.

I had no idea where I was. If I had to guess, I would say a hospital. That would explain the ugly clothes and the medicine like smell in the air. On my arm was a needle connected to a drip, my blood seemed to have being going up the tube but it had stopped at a point. I tried to sit up -I was so uncomfortable- but came nowhere close to succeeding, my stomach hurt like a bitch. Wallowing in my failure, I tried to use the only thing that seemed to be functioning well; my eyes, to scan around. My room was too big, I can't belive they let only one patient in here. Looking at it made me feel sicker, it was too empty, too white, it had only a t.v, a couch and an... incubator? Incubator for what?

My thinking was cut short when the room door opened; Butch walked in. He stood frozen at the door, looked like he has just seen a ghost. I probably looked like one.

He rushed out and I heard him say something like she's awake, get a doctor then rushed back in with a smile of relief on his face, "I have been waiting for you to wake up like forever."

He enveloped me in a hug causing me to groan in pain, he tried to stop but I hugged him tighter. I didn't care about my physical pain, my heart needed this hug. It made me feel so much better.

After we separated, he replied to the question that was written on my face, "You've been out for like a day."

I nodded in understanding but I was still so confused. Why did I pass out? Why was I here?

I turned to the incubator in the room. It was my most immediate concern. "what's that?"

He looked at the box smiling then back at me. "It's for our kids."

I looked at Butch my eyes filling with tears, "Our kids?" He smiled and nodded taking my hands in his. I already gave birth but how come I didn't remember it? When I had Dahlia, she wasn't put in an incubator, she had a crib. "But that's an incubator, it's for babies that aren't...are they not okay? What happened and why can't I remember anything?" My eyes went back and forth between him and the incubator.

He squeezed my hand then forced me to look at him, "Calm down babe. Take three deep breaths." I complied as he counted it out, "don't stress yourself. You had-"

Before he could complete his statement the room doors swung open.

A doctor walked in, "look who's finally awake." He beamed at me.

His glee was scary and infuriating.

"Do I know you?" I asked him snuggling closer to my right where Butch stood.

"He's the doctor that's been checking up on you." Butch told me patting my hair done. My hand was still in his.

"Oh." I managed.

"I'm here to make sure you're okay. I need to ask a few questions." He told me then faced Butch, "could you please give us a minute."

"No," I squeezed Butch's hand tighter. "Why does he have to leave?"

"It's okay Buttercup." Butch told me, my attention went from the doctor to him. "I'll be right outside." He pecked my lips then left, leaving no room for me to object.

My eyes went from the closed door where he disappeared out of to the doctor, "Okay Mrs Rivers, do you know where you are?" He asked me dragging a stool a stool which just appeared out of no where and sitting.

"Fucking hell." I replied like a reflex action.

He chuckled, "that's expected, you just had surgery after all."