This is a Jenna Ortega X China Anne McClain love story.
The progression of girls' excitement for playing love interests into anxiety. Although they don't dislike one another, the amount of time it takes for them to bond is killing them. Before they...
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I don't know what happened, but when I came, I was inside the Hospital in my own room. There were IVs connected to me and my stomach. I could see a nurse looking at me, concerned, as the disgruntled voices started to form words.
"Mrs. Oretga-McClain. I'm glad you are awake." A cheery-eyed nurse said as she grabbed my arm slightly. I looked at her, confused, because something wasn't right.
"Excuse me, what?" I said I was confused as the once-cheerful nurse looked concerned.
"Mrs. Ortega-McClain, we found you in your car, passed out 10 hours ago. You are just waking up." The nurse said as I tried to sit up, but the nurse gently pushed me back down on the bed.
"I was passed out in my car." I asked because obviously I was missing something here.
Yes, maam, and being that you are very pregnant, we brought you in." The nurse said this and walked towards the door to get the doctor.
"Umm, excuse me before you go," I said, looking over at her standing at the door. The nurse turned her face toward me and smiled.
"Yes ma'am?" She asked, and I looked at her dumbfounded. Am I going crazy or something?
"My wife?" I said it as calmly as possible. The nurse just looked at me with wide eyes and a soft smile.
"I am going to get the doctor to explain all that now." She said that, and I just smiled at her and nodded my head. The next 15 minutes were just me sitting there, worried, until I saw a familiar face. It was Lauryn. When her face appeared at the door, I knew that she was worried because she looked stressed.
Jenna, if you ever run off like that again, I am going to fucking kill you." Lauryn said as she walked into my room. It looked like she had been crying. "But I am so glad that you did."
"Lauryn is my wife, okay?" I said, and I was about to lose my sh*t if somebody didn't say something.
"She is a little beat up, but she will be ok." Lauryn said, and then she looked at the IV attached to my belly and sighed. "She is more concerned about you."
As I started to say something, I noticed something very strange. I felt completely empty for some reason. Two doctors make their way into the room, and I stand there looking at them, confused. Lauryn had her head down, and I was honestly getting very scared.
"What is going on?" I asked as I looked around at everybody in the room. The doctor cleared his throat and began speaking.
"Mrs. Ortega-MMcClain, you are in a very sensitive spot right now. Your stress levels are causing significant harm to the baby. You passed out, and we thought that we were going to lose her, but we were able to get her stable." The doctor said, but only one thing stuck out to me: He said the baby was stable, and that's what mattered. Did he just say her?
