Smosh, The Untold Story Of Their Life

Chapter Twenty Nine: And So It Begins...

((AN)): So this was supposed to be up around Thanksgiving. Talk about late... Well, anyways, enjoy!

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(Anthony's POV)

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

My finger twitched every time I heard Ian's foot tap against the white floor of the waiting room. I wanted to yell at him to stop the constant movement but I knew I shouldn't considering the situation. Bethany was taken into surgery and we had no idea what was going on.

Kammy's hand slid into mine as we waited and I immediately squeezed it. This was just as hard for her. Her best friend's life could be in jeopardy and she was utterly useless in the confinement of the waiting room. She sat in between Ian and myself. Her other hand rested on Ian's shoulder, as if to console his shaken state.

"Everything will be alright, Ian. Bethany's strong. I mean, she has me as a friend. You'd have to be extra strong to deal with this," Kammy gestures to herself, trying to lighten the mood. Her comment received a small laugh from Ian and a scoff from myself.

"You couldn't be more right. You, my dear, are a handful," I replied.

"Is that a fat joke?" She questioned me, slightly appalled.

"What? No! You're beautiful and curvy! How did that even remotely resemble a fat joke?" I exclaimed. Ian snickered at our pointless bickering.

Kammy huffed and crossed her arms, turning her body so her back was facing me. I rolled my eyes at her ridiculous act.

A few others in the waiting room were also amused by the scene before them.

The moment quickly passed as the door opened and everyone snapped their heads in that direction, hoping there was news on their loved ones. A doctor walked in and scurried over to us and Ian immediately stood.

"Mr. Hecox?" the doctor questioned and Ian nodded slightly. The doctor gave a small smile and continued, "Your wife is doing just fine, everything went smoothly and she is currently in recovery."

We all let out a collective sigh of relief. She was okay. She was really okay. Then Ian asked the question we were all wondering.

"What about the baby?" he asked hesitantly.

The doctors face turned grim and he gave one of those "we did everything we could" looks.

"Unfortunately, the baby did not make it. I'm sorry. Your wife seemed to have been under too much stress recently, causing the miscarriage."

Ian's face fell completely and he was on the verge of tears. Kammy's hand squeezed mine once again. I brought her into a hug as she let out a few sobs. I rested my head atop of hers and looked at Ian and the doctor.

"Can I see her?" He asked quite sadly. The doctor nodded and gestured for us to follow as he exited the waiting room.

(Kammy's POV)

My best friend had a miscarriage.

I had to repeat it a few times in my head before it actually sank in.

The walk to Bethany's room was eerily quiet and uncomfortable. Holding on to Anthony's arm, I tilted my head down and stared at the off-white tiles.

Not much later, it seemed we stopped in front of one of the doors.

My best friend was behind that door.

The doctor slowly opened the door and spoke quietly.

"Mrs. Hecox, you have some visitors."