Nightmare

Chapter Forty-Seven

Dezzy

"Okay status what happened?" I heard some yell.

I couldn't concentrate on anything I was in too much pain. I was having trouble keeping my eyes open but I knew enough about concussions that if I gave into the blackness I may never wake up. I had to know my baby was okay. I had to live for my baby. I had to make it.

Dread filled me, my stomach was killing me. What if my baby was gone? Maybe I should give into the black nothingness where it wouldn't hurt. Where I wouldn't feel the pain of knowing my baby was gone.

Oh god what about Kat? What had Victoria done to her? Was baby Lulu okay? Please god, please let them both be fine.

"Kat" I whimpered seeing Zack.

Oh god my Zack, he looked like a ghost staring at me. I could barely see him.

"Baby Kat is in labor. She's okay" He whispered attempting to smile

"I'm so sorry" I sobbed as I listened to people explain what they thought happened to me.

"Sir I'm going to need you to move." A nurse instructed

"NO!" I screamed reaching for Zack, wishing I hadn't. The slight movement made me want to puke.

"Ma'am its okay. It's okay he doesn't have to leave just move to the other side okay?" The nurse smiled "We have to check on your baby. After what you've been threw let's make sure your little peanut is okay."

I nodded my eyes not leaving Zack's. He moved to the other side of the bed as the nurse squeezed gel onto my stomach.

"Zack I'm so sorry" I whispered again as he grabbed my hand.

"Oh no baby." He cried "No don't be sorry. Not you fault."

"Okay Mommy and Daddy, there's no tears to the placenta, the uterus looks perfect. No bleeding" The nurse smiled patting my free hand "Now let's find that baby. Do we know if it's a little boy or a little girl?"

"No" I cried

"Well now I can tell you" The nurse grinned "You're having a little boy."

"What?" Zack exclaimed

"Is my baby okay?" I begged

"Just fine" The nurse grinned again "Your little boy is just fine."

"Little boy?" I sobbed

"Yep. Little boy" The nurse laughed "You did a good job of protecting your little peanut"

"Oh thank god" I whimpered collapsing

"We're having a son" Zack cried

"Damn you" I snapped "You always get your way"

"Today thank god I did" He smiled "You're alive. God Dezzy I was so scared."

The doctor came in, checking me over. Poking me, cleaning blood off of me. My hand was killing me and I had a terrible headache, but nothing else mattered but the fact my baby had made it.

No matter how hard that cow tried, I protected my baby. My son. Jameson.

Thank god, my baby, my son was just fine. I was going to be a mother. I was alive and so was my baby.

"Okay guys listen Desiree you have a broken hand" The nurse smiled "You're going need stitches to your eyebrow and the back of your head. You're also going to need to be monitored for a bit but all in all you're okay."