To the One I Loved

Chapter Thirty-Six: Second Day

Nina's POV:
I wake up and reach for my phone. I'm sore. Well, my stomach is. It reads 7:50 am. I turn my head to the right of me and Alex is laying there, still sound asleep. Or so I thought. "Goodmorning," he says.

"Hey," I say. "Goodmorning." Then I try to sit up, but my stomach hurts. I don't think its from the stitches, it just hurts. But it has tremendously and miraculously dropped almost back to normal, yes, I'm going to have to work out a lot...but I want my model body back, anyways.

"Maybe you shouldn't move to much," Alex says, turning sideways and wrapping his arm around me.  "Just rest." He snuggles up underneath, my arm. I laugh, a little, but its a soft, quiet laugh.

"I have to," I say. "I need to get better, get dressed, and get ready to take my baby home. Well, our baby. And soon enough to our new home." Then I kiss his for head. "So get up," I say. And I push him off the bed.

We both start to laugh hysterically. I guess that we're laughing loud, and apparently our laughs sound like screams, because a nurse comes rushing in. "What's wrong?" She asks. At first we both stop and turn on straight faces, but as soon as we look at each other, we start to laugh again.

And can I say, it felt good. Alex and I haven't laughed together, like this, in a really long time. The last time I remember is about three months ago, when I was only six months pregnant, and even then, I wasn't this happy. Everything was finally starting to look up in my life. And it felt amazing.

"I'm guessing everything's fine," the nurse said awkwardly, walking out and closing the door behind her. Alex and I continue to laugh. He's kneeling at the bed and I'm just staring at him.

"I can't thank you enough," I say. "Like really. You perverted your way into my life through a window, and you made me fall in love with you, and you gave me the one thing I thought I could never have, and I know that our love is going to last forever."

He crawls back onto the bed. "Yeah," he said, "It is." The he placed his hand on my cheek and leaned in to kiss me. And I closed the small gap, pressing my lips into his.

"Please, no more making children," my dad said walking in. Alex pulled away from me and plopped backwards next to me. I laugh.

"Yeah," I laugh, "Trust me, one child's enough. Anyways, I don't want to be pregnant on my birthday!" Which is on July 24th. When I found out that the baby's original due date was July 25th, I was kind of disappointed that I'd still be pregnant on my birthday, but whatever.

Alex looked at me. "Yeah, when is that again?" He asked.

"Are you kidding me? What kind of boyfriend are you?" I ask, jokingly.

"The kind that forgot his girlfriend's birthday," he says. The laughs.

"Well, its July 24th, weirdo." I say. And I poke his face. He pokes me back. Then we have a mini poking war until it's interrupted by my dad. He clears his throat. We both look at him. Then I try to hold in a laugh, but it manages to find its way up my throat and through my lips.

"You're mom and I saw the baby today," my dad says, "The doctor said he's completely healthy. His heart rate is normal, and his breathing patterns are normal." I smile at this. Even though my health was shitty, at least my baby had a good chance.

"Let's go see him," I say to Alex. I push him off the bed again, "Go get ready."

"Yes, ma'am," he says. Then he laughs, grabs his bag off of the chair, and heads into the bathroom. That leaves just me and my father in the main part of the hospital room. I look at him. My father and I have bonded since he's been back, but we still don't talk much. We usually just exchange glances, and that's all.

"Alright," he says, "Well, I'll leave you to get ready." I nod as he walks out of the door and shuts it behind him. Then I swing my feet off the side of the bed. I stand up. At first I feel weak and use the bed for support to push myself up, but then after a moment of just standing still, my legs are back to normal.

I slowly walk towards the chair to grab my bag. I didn't feel like showering, so I just pulled out my clothes. A pair of black jeggings, which I could now where because I wasn't pregnant anmore, a white tank top, which actually fit just fine, and a loose, black shirt. It was almost a crop top, except for the part that it stopped right where my hip eneded, going up.

I slip on one pink sock and one blue sock. I grab my makeup bag and my toothbrush, and head into the bathroom. Alex is in there with only his pants on. His hair is wet, and so is the upper half of his body. I laugh. "Really?" I ask.

"Yeah," He nodded, and then he laughed, too. "But you wanna know something more outrageous than this?" he asks, pointing to himself. I nod, opening my makeup bag and setting it on the sink. "This," he says, and he starts to shake his head, water flying from his hair and onto me.

"No, Alex!" I yell, "Not funny!" But I laugh, because I knew that it was funny. I grabbed the towel from his hand and wrapped it around his head. "You need help," I laughed. He nodded.

"Yeah, I know," He says. Then he frantically massages his head with the towel. I finish putting on my makeup, we both brush our teeth, he puts his shirt on, we was our hands, and head to see our baby.

We walk down the halls of the hospital hand in hand. I look around for a familiar face, realizing that I had no idea which room the baby was in. Then as Alex and I turned a corner, we saw Dr. Jensen. "Dr. Jensen," I say. He looks up and nods for me to continue. "Hi, um, do you know which room my baby is in?" I ask.

"Continue down this hall, take the next left, and it will be the third door on your right." He replies, then he walks off, indulging himself back into his work. I nod.

"Thanks," I say to myself. Then Alex and I follow his directions, swinging our hands back and forth. When we reach the room, we just walk right in. My mom and dad are there, and so is Paul and Alex's parents, and Angela, and the two nurses who helped give birth to my baby, and Dr. Sullivan.

"Nina," she said, "Hi," she reached out to me, putting her hand on my arm. And it felt weird. It felt wrong. Everything felt wrong. And I don't know why.

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A/N: Okay, guys since I'm pretty stupid, and I don't know anything about hospitals and medical stuff, let me remind you this is fiction, so if I get one of my facts wrong, go with it, because in my head it all makes sense. Lol.

But anyways, vote and comment. I'd love to hear your lovely feedback. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. And the next chapter is the last chapter of this book. There is a second book. It will be posted as a separate story on my page and it won't be posted until either this weekend or next week, so you can follow me for the update or just stalk my page to find out when I post it lol. Okay, have a good day...or night. Depending on your timezone...Bye.!