Expecting at sixteen

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•••The next day•••
         "Taylor wake up now!!!", I said gripping my stomach.

I was in a peaceful sleep when pains in my stomach started then a gush of water ran down my leg.

"Hannah what's wrong?", he asked.

"It's time!!!", I shouted in pain.

"What? No it's two months early!!!", he said panicking.

"No!! Caleb is coming now I need to go!!!", I shouted.

"Uh oh gosh okay....I'll take you then tell one of the guys to get his bag let's go", Taylor said helping me out of bed.

"Do you want some sweat pants?", he asked.

I was only wearing a T-shirt. I nodded because the pain was getting progressively worse. Taylor put them on me and helped me to the car.

"OWWW!!!! GET THIS BABY OUT OF ME!!!!", I screamed.

"Calm down baby it's okay", Taylor said holding my hand.

We finally arrived at the hospital and they put me in a room. My contractions began to worsen by the hour.

"Okay honey it's time", the doctor said as she put her gloves on. "On the count of three I need you to push".

"1.....2....3.....PUSH", the doctor said.

I did this ten times.

"THIS IS YOUR FAULT!!!!! YOU DID THIS TOO ME!!!!!", I shouted as I gripped his hand.

Taylor understands that I didn't mean it. If you were pushing a baby out you would understand.

I pushed and pushed until i felt the doctor pull something out. It was Caleb!! I was confused because he wasn't crying.

"Wait why isn't he crying?", I asked.

"Take him to N.I.C.U now!!", the nurse said handing Caleb to another nurse.

"Taylor what's happening? What's wrong with him? Why can't I hold him?", I asked worriedly.

"I....I don't know but I'll find out okay?", he said running out of the room.

I started thinking of every possibility that could be wrong with him. He might die, he could be sick, he could've gotten hurt and so many other things. Taylor came back in the room and took a seat in the chair beside of me.

"Taylor what's wrong with him?", I asked.

"I don't know they wouldn't let me in and they wouldn't tell me what's wrong with him", Taylor said wiping a tear away.

I never thought I would see the day Taylor would cry but I guess when it comes to Caleb then he's different.

"Tay what if he die-

"Hannah! Don't say that! I know our baby and he's just like you...he's strong", Taylor replied taking my hand.

Taylor and i stayed silent because there were so many emotions that it prevented us from speaking.

"Hi", a nurse said walking in the room. "Sorry about that mess".

"It's fine now what's wrong with my son?", I asked.

"Oh okay, well he stopped breathing and we lost his heart beat for a few seconds so we rushed him to the neonatal unit and he's okay he's just on an oxygen machine right now to help him breathe and his heart rate is being monitored", she explained. "This is normal for premature babies".

My heart broke at the thought of my little baby to be on an oxygen machine.

"C.....can I see him?", I asked.

The nurse nodded then handed us some scrubs to put on so we wouldn't get the babies sick. Taylor wheeled me to the room he was being kept in. I looked around at all the baby's in the little boxes. Some were smaller than my hand. Finally we got to Caleb. I looked at him. He was so small. I burst out into tears. I held myself responsible for this. I mean it was my job to carry him for nine months and I couldn't. I stuck my hand through the hand hole and put my finger on his tiny hand.

"Hi baby, it's mommy", I said smiling at his perfect features.

He had Taylor's nose but he had my lips.

"I'm sorry about all of this, mommy is very sorry I did this to you", I said in a tsunami of tears.

"Babe this isn't your fault", Taylor said. "God just decided to give him to us earlier".

"I hope he's as sweet as you", I said smiling.

I rubbed his little head and told him how much I love him. Taylor didn't say much. I think he was just upset. We went back to the room and I was still upset about Caleb but I knew he would be okay.
•••The next day•••
        I opened my eyes and Taylor was awake on his phone.

"Oh my goodness Taylor I had a horrible night mare that Caleb was born two months early", I said.

"Han that wasn't a nightmare", he said.

"Wait so you mean that our baby is really in the neonatal unit because he was premature?", I asked.

Taylor nodded. That sadness I felt all of yesterday slowly crept back.

"Can we go see him?", I asked.

Taylor and I walked to the unit and I looked at the same tiny body that I did yesterday.

"Taylor talk to him", I said. "Maybe he'll respond to it".

Taylor put his hands through the hole and held Caleb's hand.
•••Taylor's pov•••
          Hannah wanted me to talk to Caleb but I was scared. What if she expected me to be the one to make him wake up and I couldn't. Hannah would be so upset. My feelings aside, I put my hands through the hole and grabbed his hand. It actually felt good to be able to touch my sons hand.

"Hey baby Caleb, it's your old man and I know your probably like geez dad let me sleep but I just wanted to tell you how awesome it is to know that when you wake up I'll have a son that I can teach how to get the girls, play baseball and everything so wake up soon bud", I said letting tears fall. "Moms counting on you".

Hannah hugged me and I hugged her back. My son, my wife and I. That's all a man needs....