Immaculate Misconception [r.h] ✓

Twenty-Six

I felt myself waking up slowly, something running down my legs. I opened my eyes to see the covers over me, headphones and iPod resting on the bedside table. Ricky must've come to check on me, and taken the two things away when seeing I was asleep. My eyes ran over the clock, seeing it was nearing seven o'clock at night. I sighed and got out of bed, walking into the bathroom. It was kind of embarrassing to wake up and find yourself to have pissed the bed. I'd tell Ricky when I got into the kitchen, and he'd help me change the sheets after dinner or something.

I threw my hair into a ponytail, feeling really hot all of the sudden and sweating. Thankfully, I was in shorts and a tank top today. I walked into the kitchen, seeing Ricky plating Chinese food for dinner. The man didn't cook much, he was more of a take-out kind of guy. I smiled at him as he spotted me. He smiled in return, setting the plates on the table. As he walked over to me and wrapped me in a hug, he quickly pulled back with a frown.

"What?" I asked concerned.

"You're super warm, Sara." he told me, setting the back of his hand on my forehead. "Are you feeling alright?"

"Yes, I feel fine." I nodded. "Oh, and I kind of peed the bed a little." I felt my cheeks grow red at admitting that.

"No problem, we'll change the sheets after dinner." Ricky shrugged as if he expected it to happen at least once during my pregnancy.

I nodded, and let him tug on my hand as I sluggishly walked towards the table. Chinese food sounded really good right about now, the fumes of it not making me sick whatsoever. But, I felt Angel keep kicking at my uterus and huffed, not believing I had to pee again. I excused myself to the bathroom while Ricky got drinks and silverware, and did my business. It felt like I just pissed a waterfall before I finished, washing my hands and was ready to leave the bathroom when Angel started kicking a little harder than usual.

I groaned in displeasure, putting a hand to my stomach and bending over a little. She rarely ever kicked like that, but when she did it never hurt this much. I huffed, and stood up properly before making my way into the kitchen again. Ricky pulled out my chair for me, and I smiled a little smile as I gripped onto the table to help ease my way down. I can't remember the last time I was in this much pain while pregnant.

"Sara, baby, are you sure you're okay? You're sweating, like a lot." Ricky asked again.

"I'm fine, Rick. Just sit down, and let's eat."

He nodded and reluctantly sat down across from me, digging into his food. I took a bite of mine, it tasting not so pleasant suddenly. So I grabbed my glass of water, and nearly downed it. As I did, I felt water running down my leg for the second time tonight. Angel kicked again as I set the glass down, and I scrunched up my face in pain. When I opened my eyes, I was breathing heavily and Ricky was looking even more worried than before.

I stood up, not hungry anymore, but as I did water gushed out of me and soaked the floor beneath me as I crouched a bit in pain. Ricky was up on his feet in seconds, and holding me up as I felt a little weaker every time Angel kicked at me. It was then realization dawned on me. She was coming earlier than we thought, no longer was Angel due to be born on September thirtieth. I let out a groan as a new pain hit me, and started to breathe heavily.

"Get me to a hospital," Groan. "Now!"

Ricky nodded, eyes widening in understanding. He helped me towards the front door, leaving me to lean against it as he rushed to get the overnight bag we'd packed just last night. As he got back to me, I hung onto him and we walked out the door and to the car parked in the driveway. I sat down, him throwing the overnight bag in the backseat before rushing around the car to get in the driver's seat. He started the car, and pulled out of the driveway before speeding down the street. As he got out of the neighborhood, I groaned and cried out in pain as I gripped at my stomach.