Begin Again

Chapter Twenty Two

Taylor's POV

I stood from my place on the sofa and walked towards the fridge to grab myself something to eat, keeping my hands protectively around my eight month pregnant belly. All of a sudden, I felt a terrible pain in my lower abdomen, and as it kept getting worse, I leaned myself against the wall and looked down to see that I was bleeding. Shit, this was not good.

I grabbed for my phone in my back pocket and dialed my husband. Of course this had to happen while he was out running errands. "Taylor? What's up?"

"Ed, Ed something's wrong with the baby, I'm in a lot of pain and I'm bleeding and I don't know what to do and I'm scared I'll lose her," I worried, breaking down into tears. I could hear Ed draw in a sharp breath, I knew he was so attached and in love with this baby that what I just told him is probably scaring the absolute shit out of him, I know it is me.

His voice was shaking like a leaf. "Taylor, call 911, I will be there in no time, okay? Hang in there, please, I love you, and I love our little baby girl too. Everything's going to be alright," he said, even though it almost sounded like he said that to reassure himself more than he did me.

"Okay, I will. Ed, please get here quick. I love you so much, but I'm gonna go now. Bye, I love you," I finished, and hung up. There was another sharp pain in my abdomen, and I let out a shriek, sliding to the floor. I dialed 911 and told them everything, before dropping my phone at my side and biting my lip as I stared at the ceiling. I was losing so much blood that I could feel myself start to get dizzy, and soon, my world went blank just as I saw the paramedics come bursting in through the front door.

Ed's POV

Shit, shit, shit. I pounded my fist against the steering wheel as I sped down one street after another, driving as fast as I could. I was absolutely terrified, I absolutely could not lose Grace. We tried so hard to get her, to make her in the first place, and now we might lose her? Tears were forming in my eyes as my knuckles grew white around the steering wheel.

Just as I turned down our street, I saw an ambulance racing down it before turning down the street I had just come from. I quickly turned around and followed them all the way to the hospital, crying the whole way there. I could not lose either one of them, I couldn't let anything happen to them. They are the loves of my life, if anything gets in the way of them staying in it I'll never, ever forgive myself.

It seemed to take an eternity to get to the hospital. With each passing second I could only imagine what that meant for Taylor and for the baby. I knew that with each moment it was probably pushing them closer and closer to...I didn't want to think about it. There's no way I'm going to let today end without them here, on this earth, alive. I love them both with all my heart and soul, if something happens to them I won't have a reason for living, I really won't.

Finally, we pulled up outside the hospital. They were quick to get her out of the ambulance, and I was right behind them, chasing after until they pushed her into the OR. I wasn't even able to get close to her, and now I might never see my wife again. Damn it, damn it, damn it. I began crying as I chewed on my lip and forced my hands down into my pockets, clenching them into fists. I could've just my last opportunity to ever see my wife again, to ever see her alive again if anything goes wrong. No, no, no.

I noticed there was a doctor that had walked out of the OR and was looking around for someone, before laying eyes on me and running over. "Taylor needs you, you need to put on scrubs and go in there and see her," he told me, and I didn't miss a beat. I threw on scrubs before going into the actual operating room. The moment I did I saw my wife, awake as the doctor's prepared to start whatever surgery it was they were about to perform.