Sorry it's a short chapter.
I have writers block with this story.
It's coming to an end soon.
Maybe a few more chapters.
Hope you like it :)
Chapter 28
The day that never comes
Beau POV
Standing over my shaking, scared wife; a sheen of beaded sweat covering her tearful face, I feel helpless. I want to hold and comfort her, but I can’t do anything but hold her hand and murmur soothing words in her ear.
The beeping of the heart monitor supplies me with comfort, knowing Ari is ok… but is our baby?
I don’t have the strength, courage or stomach to look over the blue screen.
I can’t do it.
I’m too weak.
I just stare down at Ariella, and hope to god the outcome of today is positive.
My wife and child’s lives are in the hands of these doctors and nurses.
Once again, I have to stand there and watch helplessly as the people I live are in life threatening situations.
It tears at my heart.
I can’t lose anyone else. I just can’t!
“You may feel some pressure Ariella,” someone calls from the other side of the screen; Ari gasps, her lips quivering, before her eyes glaze over.
What’s going on?
A sharp baby’s cry fills the room, and my heart beat accelerates with relief.
“You have a baby girl!” A nurse exclaims.
“Go,” Ari whispers, “make sure she’s ok.”
Letting go of her hand, I rush towards the sound of my daughter.
I have a daughter.
I have a daughter!
Laying my eyes on her for the first time, I feel my heart expand; I remember the feeling from my past life… my marriage, the birth of my children.
My heart doesn’t just belong to Ari anymore, but our little girl.
My princess.
I feel ecstatic.
For the space of two minutes…
A loud screeching beep causes my heart to falter; I turn to the sound.
Doctors rush around Ari.
I look at the heart monitor; one long yellow line running across.
“No response,” I hear a doctor state.
No.
NO!
My daughter and I are removed from the room; like stiff cardboard, I leave the operating room, my daughter in my arms.
“What’s happening to Ari?” I ask a nurse as she leads me towards the maternity ward, and into the room we once occupied.
“We have no news yet Mr Peterson. We will tell you as soon as we know,” she comforts.
I am left in the room, holding my little girl.
My piece of Ariella.
Trying to hold myself together, I stare down at our little miracle; dark auburn curls on the top of her head, pale white skin with rosy red cheeks, pouted blood red lips and a set of aqua blue eyes.
The most beautiful thing in the entire world.
My little girl.
“You’ll get to meet your mummy soon, just you wait,” I murmur, placing my finger in the palm of her little hand; she reflexively closes her fingers and clutches on to me, “just you wait.”
We sit for what feels like hours, baby girl Peterson wrapped in a bloodied towel in my arms.
The safest place she could be right now.
But it’s not enough.
We need Ari.
I need Ari.
I am too wrapped up in my daughter, and my thoughts that I don’t react when the door opens.
“Mr Peterson?”
My head darts up to the sound, and I look into the eyes of a male doctor in scrubs; bloodied scrubs.
My wife’s blood.
My Ari’s blood.
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