And Baby Makes...?

Chapter 29

Samantha POV

I woke up and saw I was lying on my bed. I didn't remember coming upstairs to bed. I remembered finishing dinner, bringing the cutlery and napkins into the kitchen and then... nothing.

I turned over onto my side and saw Mom and Dad sitting beside me.

"Sweetheart!" Mom said. "How do you feel?"

"Okay," I said. "What happened? Why am I in bed? Why are you watching me?"

"You had a seizure, sweetheart," Mom said. "It wasn't a long one."

"I don't remember," I said.

"What's the last thing you remember?" Dad asked.

"I remember bringing the napkins and cutlery in. Then waking up."

"Sweetheart," Mom said, with tears in her eyes. She opened her arms for me to hug her. I scooted over to her and let her wrap me in a hug.

She kissed me on the head, which always made me feel good.

"How's she doing?" Uncle Brendon poked his head into my room.

"She's awake. And she seems okay," Dad said. Uncle Brendon came into my room and sat down.

"Hey, kiddo," he said. "How're you feeling?"

I looked up at him from Mom's arms.

"I'm okay. A bit tired and woozy feeling, but okay."

"You sure?" Uncle B asked. I nodded.

"Do you have seizures often? Is this new?"

"Her doctor at the hospital said it's possible she'll have seizures because of her injuries from her accident. If they're frequent he'll want to do more tests and maybe medicate. It's been a few weeks since the last one. Which was also the first. And that time she was extremely tired and this time I wonder if all the drama this morning might have caused it?" Dad finished, looking at me. I shrugged.

"That doesn't sound like fun," Uncle B said.

"Brendon, are you bothering Sam?" Aunt Sarah said coming in my room. "Oh. Hi sweetheart."

She came over and Mom made room for her on my bed.

"How're you feeling?" She asked. I shrugged.

"Okay," I answered.

"Oh, you guys moved the party in here?" Uncle Josh said, coming in my room with Aunt Debby. "Hey Sport. How're you feeling?"

"She's okay," Dad answered for me and smiled at me.

"It's not too late. Does anyone feel like dessert?" Mom asked, looking at me.

"Can I have hot chocolate?" I asked. Mom kissed me on the head.

"You sure can sweetie. Let's get you up and we'll head downstairs."

Everyone left my room while Mom helped me stand up.

"What's on my shirt?" I asked. "It stinks."

"You threw up a little during your seizure. Go change your shirt and we'll go downstairs."

I pulled out a clean t-shirt, went into my bathroom to change and went back into my room. 

"Where's Rosie?" I asked.

"Asleep. It's late. Not too late, but too late for her," Mom smiled at me.

We went downstairs together. I know Mom was watching me carefully to make sure I wasn't off balance or anything.

Dad was already making me hot chocolate and Uncle Brendon was making coffee. When I came into the kitchen he stopped what he was doing and came over and wrapped me in a huge hug.

"I love you, Samantha Joseph," he said, kissing me on my head.

"Love you too, Uncle B," I said, smiling up at him. "I'm glad you're here for Christmas again."

"'Me too," he said.

The seven of us sat around the kitchen table eating cookies and cake and drinking hot chocolate or coffee. It was fun. And even though I had a bit of a headache from my seizure, I was happy.

After we had dessert, Dad suggested a movie, so we all moved into the living room and Dad picked the movie. Die Hard. Mom argued that is not a Christmas movie, but Dad and Uncle Brendon argued that it is.

I didn't care. I was with my family, full of yummy treats (that I had bolused for), and warm hot chocolate. I sat on the couch snuggled into Aunt Debby.

Finally they started the movie and I watched it. It was weird. Because it takes place at a Christmas party but it's an action movie.

I tried to pay attention to it, but I got sleepy.

I felt myself picked up and opened my eyes a little. Uncle Josh was carrying me.

"Guess you're not a Die Hard fan, huh?" He said.

I rested my head on his shoulder and fell back to sleep.

The next few days were pretty uneventful. It snowed on the day after Christmas so we all went outside. Rosie seemed confused by it all. And kept trying to eat the snow.

On the 27th, however, we had to go to the hospital for the DNA test with Mark.

It didn't take as long as I thought and it didn't hurt. They just took some spit from us, a little blood and used a cotton swab in our cheeks. They said they'd have the results back in a few weeks.

Mom suggested we all go out for lunch after, and included Mark. He agreed and we went to a diner nearby.

When I figured out what I wanted, I started calculating carbs.

"What are you doing?" Mark asked. I explained to him that I'm diabetic.

"Oh?  Really. Interesting. And you calculate all that in your head?" He asked.

I nodded.

"That's incredible. How do you do in school?" Mark asked.

"I do okay," I said.

"She's being modest. She does very well in school," Dad said.

"Excellent. Your mom was a good student. Always made Honor Roll."

"Me too," I said, quietly.

"What about sports?  Do you play any?"

"I tried out for my school soccer team last year. And this year I'm on the basketball team."

"Amazing!  Your mom played volleyball and field hockey. What about music?  Tyler says you can sing. Can you play any instruments?"

"I can play the piano and Dad taught me the ukulele," I said.

"Stanley taught you an instrument?"

I frowned at him.

"Stanley was not my dad," I said.