No Place Like Home

Chapter 9

Ally's POV
I wake up in the middle of the night from a mild stomach ache. I sit up gently, not wanting to wake Austin. As I'm reaching over for my phone, a wave of nausea hits me. I try to get up as quickly as I can and run to the bathroom, without waking my sleeping husband, but it doesn't work. As soon as my stomach stops dry heaving, I hear a voice come into the bathroom with me, "Alls? Are you okay sweetie?"
"Austin, what's going on?" I hear another voice say.
Looks like I woke Trish up too.
"Do you want to call Dr. Phillip?" she asks.
"No. It's probably nothing to worry about." I say, trying to put on a smile.
Austin gives me a disapproving glare; I know I'll hear more from him in a couple of minutes.
"Are you sure Ally?"
"Yea. I'll be fine Trish. Go finish out your sleep."
"Okay, but if you get sick again, let me know." She says looking at me and then Austin.
Trish goes back to bed, and Austin helps me up off the floor. He doesn't say anything while I rinse my mouth out, and we go back to our side of the bus.
I sit on the bed, and he shuts our little bedroom door behind him.
"Ally..." He says looking down at me, "What's wrong? Please talk to me."
"Austin, I don't know."
"You never got this sick when you were carrying Kinsley. Do you think its the pregnancy, or do you think you're sick?"
"I don't know Austin. I don't feel sick. I just have really strong waves of nausea that come out of no where."
He sits down beside me and holds my hand, "Why did you tell Trish you didn't want to see the doctor?"
"Because, this is nothing that serious. It will most likely go away in a couple of days."
"Sweetie, you're not a doctor. How are you suppose to know that? What if it doesn't go away? It might could harm our baby."
"No...." I turn away from him, knowing he's probably right.
"And Alls, it not good for you to keep throwing up everything you eat. How will you nourish your body if everything you eat keeps coming back up? Sweetie..."
I don't know what to say. I just turn around and wrap my arms around Austin. He rubs my back as he holds me, knowing I'm just as confused about this as he is.
A couple of minutes later, he pulls back and looks at me. "Okay. I'll make you a deal. If you're not feeling better in the morning, we're calling the doctor. But if you are, we won't. Deal?"
"Mk." I say, nodding my head.
Austin reaches over and pushes a strand of my hair behind my ear. "I love you Ally, more than I've ever loved anyone else on this earth. You're my world and it hurts me to see you like this. So please, tell me the truth in the morning."
"I will." I say.
I tug on Austin's hand, and we lay back down. I turn on my side to face him, and he wraps his arms around me.
"You comfortable?" He asks.
"Yes. Thank you honey."
He leans down and gives me a kiss, "If you need anything during the night, I'm right here."
I nod my head and snuggle into his shoulder as sleep overtakes me again.

Austin's POV
"Austin!!!"
I jump awake in bed at the sound of Ally screaming. I look beside me to see her curled up in a ball, tears rolling down her face.
"Ally! What's wrong!?"
"It hurts Austin. It hurts..."
That's when I see the sheets beneath her are stained red with blood.
Dear God no.
Trish busts through the bedroom door, "What's going on?"
"Call the doctor! Now!" I tell her.
She runs away, and I get off of the bed. I begin to rip the blankets and comforter off before they become stained too.
"Austin! Don't leave..."
I rush to Ally's side. "I'm not leaving you Ally. Ever."
A tear trickles down my cheek as I watch my wife lay helplessly in pain.
She reaches her hand up for mine, and I grasp hers as I sit back down beside her. She rests her head in my lap as she shakes from crying.
Trish runs back into the doorway, "He's on his way now Austin! Eric's stopped the bus. Is there anything we can do?"
"Pray."
Trish nods her head, and hurriedly goes back to Eric.
I begin to pray as tears flow down my cheeks, " Our Father which art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done on earth,
as it is in heaven...

I look out the tour bus window as the sun rises on my tear stained face. I feel drained from what all has happened within the past six hours.
Ally was sleeping in my arms as I held her in the window seat. Her breathing is abnormal, short, rapid breaths. Even in her sleep it still haunts her.
Trish and Eric had left the bus about an hour ago, giving me and Ally our privacy.
My heart aches. I never knew I could experience so much pain. I can't even imagine what Ally is going through. She had to physically feel the loss.
And just when I thought I couldn't cry any more, a tears falls. We lost our baby.
I rub my face as I sniffle. They'll never know how great of a big sister Kinsley was going to be. They'll never know how much we love them. We'll never get to see their beautiful face. We won't ever see their first steps, hear their first words...
Dear God... I've got to trust that you're holding them right now.
I lay my head against the window as the darkness outside becomes light. Ally begins to move in my arms, and I hear a cry escape her lips. I kiss her forehead and pull her close, "I'm here Ally. I'm right here." She clings to me as her nightmare seems to subside. Please sleep as long as you want to sweetie, I don't want you to live this nightmare again.
I gently rock her back and forth. How are we ever going to get through this?