Fling to Ring

A Miracle for Love

I woke up to tubes connected to my arms and my parents sitting beside my bed. My throat was dry, but when my eyes opened my mother ran out of the room calling for a doctor. My father came to my bedside and held my hands. When my mother and the doctor appeared into the room, he checked my vitals and asked me a couple questions that I could respond to easily.

"Everything looks fine on the tests we have done. And don't worry ma'am, the baby is just fine. Just take it easy, okay. The discharge paperwork is ready when you are." He smiled and left us alone in the room. My mother was crying and hugging my father in excitement. A baby. I didn't know I was pregnant. I sat, staring blankly into the wall, not knowing what to do or say.

"Where's Eric?" I asked softly, but my mother heard me. She looked at me and lost the excitement she had a moment ago. I turned my head to her for a response. "Where's Eric?" She looked at quietly and then cleared her throat.

"He did well in surgery, darling, he is just resting. He just hasn't woken up yet."

"How long was I out?"

"For about six hours." That was a long time. Which meant that Eric should be awake by now. I got up and rushed out of my room, my parents yelling back for me to return. I walked up and down the hallway and found a couple nurses to ask for Eric. They were able to direct me to the room he was in, but when I entered his room, his parents were sitting quietly across from Eric's sleeping body. They looked at me with concern.

"They said it's not looking good. He should have woken up already." His mother stood up walked over to me and said, "It should have been you." She walked out disgruntled and his father apologized to me following after her. I started to cry, but I was able to control myself before kneeling down besides Eric and holding his hands.

"Eric...I need you to wake up, okay." I held his hands tighter, in the hopes of getting a response from him, but there was nothing. I laid there beside him, making sure that his body felt mine. Maybe the heat of my body would go back into his and he would wake up any moment as if nothing happened. The events of the wedding played through my mind endlessly, to the point where Eric told me he loved me. It was the first time he said anything like that. I hiccupped from the tears that came out from my eyes, but I did not let go of his hands to wipe them away. I fell asleep and woke up next to him the next day.

His body was still very warm. Doctors came in and out of his room all day, checking his vitals, trying to get him to wake up, but nothing worked. My hopes were still high. I blamed it on the honeymoon, and how much sleep he was getting compared to me. I thought that maybe if I told him about what happened to his ex-girlfriend he would feel at ease. I haven't even gotten the chance to tell him about the baby. I put my hand down on my lower abdomen. I can't tell him about the baby yet, he has to wake up first. I met with the doctor earlier this morning and found out that the baby is about eight weeks, which makes sense. To think that a lot has happened in the past eight weeks is crazy. I met Eric, got married, dealt with his whole ex-girlfriend issue, and found out I was pregnant all in eight weeks.

Later that afternoon, I sat by Eric and tried to keep conversation going with him, even though he didn't respond. His parents had visited earlier, and his mother seemed to have cooled down since the day before. My parents came and brought me a lot of snacks, lecturing me about the health of the baby if I don't eat, but I haven't had an appetite this whole time. I sat on the bed by Eric, holding his hand.

"Eric, I have something to tell you, but promise me that you won't freak out, okay?" A couple tears started to flow from my eyes again. With as much crying as I have done, I am surprised there is still more. I sniffled before continuing. "You're going to be a dad."

I waited for a response but nothing.

"So, if you want to be a dad, then you have to wake up and say hello to your baby." I broke out sobbing again. I couldn't bare the thought of losing Eric, let alone raising a baby without him. I choked on my tears and tried to rub as many as I could away.

"If you cry, the baby will cry." Eric's soft voice echoes through my sobs, and he raised his hand to my eyes to wipe away my tears. I was caught off guard by his response that I jumped up and ran to get the doctor. The doctor came in, checked his vitals, and decided to run a few tests before coming to any more conclusions. He told us that he would notify both of our parents on my behalf. I ran to his bed and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around me as tight as he could, kissing my forehead. I could tell in his eyes that he truly loved me. He moved his hand to my stomach, patting it in approval and kissing me again.

FOUR WEEKS LATER

Eric moved his hand up and down the small area that made up my abdomen. I giggled at the touch of his fingers, waiting for him to speak to the baby. We laid in bed together and cuddled as the time went by. Today was a lazy day, but I had to go out and buy some baby things that were on my shopping list.

"What does the baby want to eat today?" He chuckled, delivering soft kisses up and down my neck as he hugged me from behind. I laughed softly, and turned to him, putting my arms around him softly.

"I think the baby wants to eat spaghetti." I moved around in Eric's arms until we were completely submerged under the blankets. I kissed him on the lips, and trailed kisses up and down his chest. This made him excited, but I told him to calm down.

"We have a doctor's appointment today, remember? So afterwards, can we go get spaghetti?" I asked Eric, trying to be all cute with him. He agreed and got up to get ready. After I got dressed and had a snack, we got into the car to head to the doctor's appointment. When we arrived to the doctor's office, we waited in the waiting room, watching little kids play and run throughout the main office. I watched as Eric's eyes scanned over the many children running around, with a small smile spreading over his face. How fortunate I was to have him come with me to my doctor's appointment.

"Brooke!" A woman opened a door and called out our last name. Both of us quickly got up and headed through the door, ready to see the baby that was inside of me. The nurse led us into a small room and instructed me to change into a gown for the ultrasound. Both Eric and I were talking about decorations for the baby room until the doctor arrived. It seemed like forever until the doctor arrived because at that point, Eric and I had moved on to other discussions like house decorations, school choices, possible neighborhoods to move in, the works. The doctor was really quick to set up though. He got all of his equipment ready to go, smothered on the cold gooey gel and began conducting the ultrasound. After a few minutes, he finally gave the 'aha' sound and pinched his glasses up closer to his eyes for a moment. Eric and I looked at each other and waited to hear from the doctor.

"Alright! Who's ready to see the babies?" I smiled until I heard the end.

"Babies?" Eric asked, a look of concern crossed his face, causing him to gulp really fast. I looked at Eric and passed the look back onto the doctor. He pointed at the screen and directed us to the two small circles on the screen.

"Congratulations! You're having twins!" He smiled and looked at us in excitement. Eric had tears of excitement, and I sniffled a couple times. I could not believe that we are having twins. I don't know how I am going to tell my parents. And Sandra, I forgot all about Sandra. She will have a fit if I don't tell her soon. After we left the doctor's office, we got into the car and got ready to leave.

"So, I guess I'm going to have to eat more spaghetti than I thought..." Eric chuckled as we drove to a nice Italian restaurant for lunch.