One Last Kiss {Book Three}

Chapter 16

***For those of you who read the quick update I posted before I deleted it, I lied. There may be like one or two more chapters left of this. Three MAYBE***

~Brendon's Point of View~

Ever since Hannah's 'freak out' the other night, she wasn't seeming herself. Both leading up to the delivery, and after. She was refusing any sort of human interaction between the doctors and nurses. She even pushed me and the baby away a few times. All of this was confusing me. The doctor also had to end up giving me a special kind of formula for Melody, since Hannah's refused to be anywhere near the baby, let alone breast feed. Why is she pushing us away? Especially the perfect child that she created?

The doctor even said that she was becoming extremely ill. So much so, that whenever she would try to eat something, it would come right back up not even fifteen minutes later. Any time anyone was in the room with her, she would go pale and her entire body would shake. I refused to believe that it was anything other than her nerves. She would soon relax and everything would be fine. Right?

"Mr.Urie." A voice rang through my ears, it was familiar but still seemed foreign to me. Maybe because I wasn't paying close enough attention to register who the voice belonged to. My eyes were fixated on Hannah, whom was currently screaming at a nurse, through the glass of the door to her room and I didn't want to pull away from my gaze.

"Huh?" I turned my head see the doctor standing about a foot away from me. Concern flooded his eyes.

"I'd like to speak to you about your wife." The doctor motioned for me to follow him down the hallway.

Looking down at my tiny Melody sleeping in my arms, I let out a sigh and follow the doctor. We only went about three doors down, I assume to just out of earshot if Hannah decided to listen in.

"Usually I'd say that the couple may go home about two days after the delivery of the child if the woman is stable enough to." The doctor paused for a moment. Was she saying that we could leave? That she needed to stay here? All of this was killing me inside. "But I'm afraid that, that's not the case this time." She looked at me with saddened eyes as if she just witnessed something tragic.

"Go on." I tried to keep my voice at a more monotone level so I didn't wake up my baby girl.

"Due to Hannah's anxiety and stress levels, we believe that that's what is making her ill." The doctor shoved her hands into her jacket pockets. "I'm concerned about her vitality levels and I'd like to keep her here for awhile until she becomes stable again."

"Not to go against a doctor and say that she shouldn't stay here, but Hannah isn't a big fan of hospitals." I replied to her, looking down at the baby in my arms. "Maybe just being here is a cause to the way she's acting."

Melody began to stir, her hand reaching out of the blanket she was wrapped in as she opened her eyes. Her big dark brown eyes. And I didn't notice until now, that she got them from me. It made my heart begin to beat fast as it sank in that I helped to create something this beautiful. And she was looking directly at me. She wasn't crying, it just seemed as though she was observing my face.