Systematic Hearts

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Two weeks later

I walk into the kitchen for the third time today. I wash my mouth rid of the throw up taste. It is eleven o'clock and I already have thrown up three times. I guess the baby's due date brings a lot of throwing up. It stinks.

"Hey honey, how are my two favorite people doing?" Carson asks. He has been so helpful today, but I can tell he is jumpy. He is probably nervous today, even though I will be delivering.

He hands me a paper towel for the third time, "Thank you," I say, "and we are doing okay, but this one is trying to upset my stomach every chance he gets," I grimace as throw up bubbles in my throat once again. I lean over the sink as the throw up starts to come out. I lean back up as the pile stops coming. I lean over the sink, there is a very large pain in my stomach. I wince.

"Are you okay?" Carson asks, "Should I take you to the hospital?" I throw my hand in his direction. I can't talk, I can barley breath. The room is starting to spin, I can feel myself fall, but I just get sharper pains in my stomach. I see Carson on the phone, he's yelling, I feel bad for making him nervous and then the room goes blank.

                                 ...

I slowly open my eyes, I see someone beside me, I don't know who. I can barley see, "She's waking up," Carson's voice is the only clear sound. I find it very comforting.

I am starting to hear the beeps of machines. My vision comes back, though it is still a little blurry. I start looking around, nurses are running around me, yelling orders to other nurses. I can barley see the bump on my stomach, I start to panic, what happened to my baby? "What happened? Where is my son? What's going on?" I mean to yell, but it comes out as a small raspy whisper. What is going on...

"You're okay, he's okay, we're going to be fine," Carson tells me. He comforts me a little bit, but the nurses coming completely worry me.

The blonde nurse speaks up, "She is fine now, she will just need some rest, normal rest after a delivery procedure will do her fine," She gives me a warm smile. 'Thank you' I mean to say, but it comes out, "thank yum," uh oh, "sorry, I mean thanks," I say in my raspy whisper. She smiles again, and then pats Carson on the shoulder.

Carson whispers to me, "She is going to get the baby, he's beautiful. Or handsome," Carson smiles his beautiful, or handsome smile, "I love you, I will always."

"I love you too. I always will," I say back.

                                  ...

An hour later I sit up, pretty much recovered, staring into my sons eyes. They are Carson's emerald green. He has my nose, small and button like. He is wrapped in a soft blue blanket, and has the same style hat. I can't stop smiling. I have a family! I love my son.

I finally peel my eyes of my baby boy, I give Carson a small questioning look. From beside me on the bed, he smiles, "Charlie," he says.

"Charlie," I agree, my sons name is Charlie. I smile at Charlie, "I love you Charlie, I always will."

"Hey, that's mine," Carson says in a joking way. I laugh, he laughs and even Charlie giggles a little.

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