Broken and saved

Complications and chaos

At five months I am huge, the babies kick non-stop, so I have not slept in weeks. I am constantly tired and always need to pee. My feet are swollen and my back aches.

Hayden has gone away on pack business again leaving me alone, however he did do the boys nursery before he left so he won’t have to when he comes back.

A sudden wave of pain hits me, making me moan and bend over in pain. I place a hand between my legs, fearing that my water may have broken, but when I raise it up to inspect it my hand is covered in bright red blood.

Another pain washes over me, causing me to cry out in agony, attracting my dad’s attention.

A look of terror covers his face as he sees me bent over in pain, blood over my hand as I clasp my baby bump helplessly.

He fumbles with unsteady fingers to dial the phone, he kneels beside me, making me realise that at some point I have collapsed to the floor. He shouts into the phone frantically, trying to feel my pulse as he does.

My breathing becomes even harder and black spots cloud my vision, I can hear dad shouting faintly, but it is more background noise than anything.

The pain hits again, only this time more intense, making my back arch. As the pain becomes increasingly hard to handle my thoughts become clouded.

Soon I find myself unable to move my body, and then the world goes black…

…I wake to an irritating beeping noise and a strange tight feeling around my baby bump.

Groggily I open one eye, and notice that a heart beat monitor has been secured around my stomach, creating an uncomfortable pinching feel.

I lift one arm up and begin to pull on the monitor, trying to make myself more comfortable. A sudden loud and high pitched beeping fills the room, causing me to jump in fear.

A distraught Hayden runs in, dry tear tracks on his cheeks and a desperate look in his eyes.

It is soon replaced with a look of shock and he immediately rushes over to me, placing his hands all over my face and kissing my forehead repetitively.

“Oh, god, baby. I thought I had lost you this time!” he murmurs into my hair. He whispers sweet things into my ear, and keeps taking in my scent until his wolf has been calmed.

“What happened” I ask my voice cracking as my throat is so dry.

“You collapsed baby, one of the placentas was being pulled away from the womb and it caused you to bleed” He tells me, tears welling in his eyes.

“Oh, god! What about my baby, is he ok?” I ask him, frantically running my hands over my bump trying to sooth myself as the dread sets in.

“He’s still there baby,” he tells me, then biting his lip as he seems to have an argument with himself, “the doctor said that he was already smaller than the others but due to this he is in a critical state and will most likely be born much smaller than the others. He may also have some birth defects due to his stunted growth, such as lung or heart development problems. You have been put on bed rest for the duration of your pregnancy so they can monitor the baby’s and you, to stop anything like this happening again.” His voice cracks at the end as he tries to keep his tears in.

Tears fall steadily down my cheeks, my baby has been so close to death already and he hasn’t even entered the world yet.

“I am so sorry Hayden; I know how much these baby’s mean to you!” I wail, my head resting in the nook of his neck.

“Why are you apologising baby, it’s not your fault, it’s no one’s fault, don’t blame yourself” His voice is strained, so I know how devastated he is feeling.

“But if I had been more careful then this never would have happened and our baby would be safe and sound, waiting to be born, not close to death, not knowing if he will survive to see the world. How can you love me if I can’t even look after these baby’s why there inside me, let alone once they are born!” sobs wrack my body and I snuggle closer to his neck.

He doesn’t reply, just holds me tightly to his body and repetitively strokes my hair and kisses the top of my head, rocking side to side in a soothing motion.

I feel a weak kick at my side, so I know my worries have woken the baby’s up as they never kick that gently unless they have just awoken from their sleep.

I place Hayden’s hand over the place where I felt the kick, immediately feeling another, stronger, kick once his hand is touching my bump.

“I love you baby” he whispers to me, moving his hand in circles across my bump.

“I love you to” I reply, sleepily.

(sorry the update took so long, i have had bad writers block and wanted to update with an interesting chapter, a big thanks to TI112399, Sarah36693, Jesse165, sagewhisker101, Blindstar, cammie1212, HaloesAngel, and most of all OnyxJewels who inspired the plot of this chapter)

(boys nursery on the side, and please comment and vote! Xxx)