Voices (A Sawyer Fredericks Fanfic)[sequel to A Gentle Touch]

Chapter Twenty-Three

Violet's POV

Sawyer and I had just gotten home from therapy and Sawyer was obviously drained. We had the house to ourselves so we'd most likely be relaxing but it was confirmed he did relapse in sleep paralysis. She said the illness should be going away soon though. I could already see him starting to feel better. His fever broke and his stomach was healing too. As tired as he was, he continued walking out to the barn instead of going into the house. I followed silently. He walked into the barn and into the loft where he laid down on a bean bag and curled up. I laid next to him and he pulled me onto his chest, once again avoiding his abdomen. I closed my eyes and he wrapped his arms around me.

We were just laying there when suddenly I felt a jolt in my stomach. I sat upright and it happened again.

"Violet you're bleeding!" Sawyer said alarmed.

"What?" I looked down and there was in fact blood. However it wasn't menstrual blood. Not even close. I started to panic.

"Violet calm down, it's ok! I'm calling 911, just hold on alright?" He said in a rush.

I nodded almost unable to speak.

Four Hours Later

Violet's POV

I was pregnant. I was pregnant with Garth's baby. The minute they told me I just sobbed. Sawyer stayed with me the entire time. I already knew I wasn't going to abort the baby. It was against everything I stood for and Sawyer agreed. We had called his parents who were now here with us. I didn't know how I didn't notice anything before this since apparently I was two months in. Sawyer's parents were out speaking with the doctor and Sawyer kept trying to make conversation. I wasn't speaking. Eventually he gave up with small talk. Smart boy.

Soon the doctor walked in with Sawyer's parents.

"It's a girl." She told me softly.

I closed my eyes. It was a girl. I had always wanted a daughter but this was going to be a product of Garth. For all I know she could be exactly like him. What if she's not like him? She'd have to grow up knowing she's the daughter of a murder and the murder's victim. Or maybe I could not tell her and she could wonder why she doesn't have a father. Or Sawyer could help me with her and she'll wonder why she doesn't look anything like him. Or maybe I could have a closed adoption. Although I would never choose my lifestyle for her. I wouldn't want her in foster care. What if she looked like Garth? He was the complete opposite of me. Black hair. The darkest brown eyes. Tall. Muscular.

"Violet?" Sawyer asked softly.

I didn't respond.

"Violet it's ok."

"Ok?!" I screamed, "It's ok that I'm pregnant?! It's ok that my daughter is going to have this life for herself?! That my daughter is the product of a murderer and the murderer's victim? What if she's nothing like me and everything like him?! How can I love her if there's a piece of him living inside of her?! How is this ok?!" I yelled.

He looked down and said nothing. He was obviously uncomfortable.

"Look Sawyer..."

"I just meant that I would help you. That even if she wasn't my daughter I would treat her like one. Both of us are too young to be parents but we aren't too young to love." He whispered quietly.

He walked over to me and held my hand.

"We're gonna get through this."

Seven Months Later

Sawyer's POV

'We're gonna get through this!" I yelled. Violet and I were sitting in the backseat on the way to the hospital. It had been a grueling seven months full of morning sickness, cramps, hormones, everything. I wanted to put my music on hold for her but she wouldn't let me. I had ended up releasing an EP and a music video which reached number one on iTunes which was great and all but now Violet was in labor. We had no idea what we would even be naming the baby. Violet said she wouldn't know until she saw her. She let out another scream.

"Violet babe it's gonna be on don't worry."

We had just pulled up to the hospital. After bringing her in we filled out the paperwork and they brought her up to the maternity ward. They gave her meds and hooked her up to IV's an everything. Then finally, after four excruciating hours, she was here.

"She's beautiful." I whispered as Violet held her.

She came out crying but as soon as she laid eyes on her mama a huge smile just came to her face. There was a small tuft of red hair on her face and she had beautiful blue eyes. She was small. There was no trace of Garth within her. Only Violet. She was soft and pure.

"Shiloh." Violet whispered.

"Shiloh?"

"Shiloh Dakota Grey."

"It's beautiful. Just like her." I smiled.

Violet held her close as she slept.

"I'm a Momma." She whispered.

I rested my hand on her shoulder.

"You're a Momma."