Chapter 6: Anger Management

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Andy's POV

I groaned as Joe forced me to go to this stupid anger management class. He was driving and picking me up so I couldn't leave early to escape. Just remember, this is for Anna and Brae. I could feel the fresh cuts on my arms burn as they rubbed against my jacket every time I moved. I know I told Anna that I wasn't going to do it anymore, but I couldn't help it. I fucking hit her again because I got mad a Juliet. It's all her fucking fault. That bitch-

"Andy! Dude, calm down. You looked like you were going to punch a hole through my windshield." I took a deep breath and started to think about anything else. I thought about the day that Braelynn was born. Oh my god, that day was amazing, but terrifying at the same time.

"Andy! My water broke!" I heard Anna scream from the kitchen and I bolted to the bedroom to grab the baby bag, then ran back downstairs to meet her at the door with my keys. I took them and helped her to the car, feeling my hand being crushed by how tight she was holding it.

I sped off to the hospital and she had texted everybody on the way that she was going into labor. When we made it to the hospital, she cried out in pain as she held her stomach when she stepped out of the car. The look she gave me told me something was wrong. We rushed inside and the nurses immediately put her in a wheel chair and brought her down to the delivery room. I had to wait a few minutes for her to be more stable until I could go in.

"Mr. Biersack? You can come in now." Our doctor came out and I ran down to the room. I walked in and Anna gave me a painful smile. I walked over and kissed her as I took her hand in mine.

"How are you holding up, baby?" I pulled her hair up for her into a messy bun so it wouldn't be stuck to her forehead since she was a little sweaty.

"I'm fine, but Andy, I feel like something isn't right. Something is not going to go as planned." I ran my thumb across her knuckles and kissed the back of her hand. A tear ran down her face and I wiped it away with my other hand.

"I'm sure everything will be fine and we will have our little girl, safe, sound, and healthy."

*Four hours later*

Anna still isn't dilated enough and the doctors are worried that the baby isn't going to be able to be delivered through natural birth, so they'll have to do a C-Section.  That's what the doctor had told me in the hall, but I'm scared to tell Anna. She's all hormonal and pregnancy crazy, so there's no telling how she's going to react. Luckily, Ronnie, Mags, Dustin, and the guys from my band all made it about an hour ago and we've all been alternating with who goes in to talk to her. Right now, Dustin was in there and I was going to go in there after to tell her that the she might need an emergency C-Section.

"Alright man, it's all you." Dustin came out and I took a deep breath and walked in. Anna smiled at me and I walked over and pecked her on her lips. The look I was giving her made her seem worried.

"Andy, what's gonna happen to our baby?" I shifted and sighed. This really doesn't get any easier.

"You're going to need an emergency c-section otherwise the baby will suffocate and die." She nodded her head and pushed the button on the hospital bed. I zoned out when the doctor came in and started telling us what they were doing and got Anna prepped for the surgery. I'm so fucking nervous. They wheeled her out and allowed me to get dressed in scrubs and be in the room with her. Ugh these are so not my color.

"Andy?" She was a little loopy from the medication and anesthetics they gave her so she won't feel anything. I looked down at her and kissed her lips. "Let the baby know she will always be loved." I was confused. What was going to happen? We heard the screams and cries of our daughter and my head snapped over. Tears sprung to my eyes as they wiped her down and got the goop out of her nose and throat so she could breath. One of the nurses gave me a towel and I held her in front of Anna. She smiled, but her eyes drooped and her head went limp, the sound of her heart monitor going flat.

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