The Unexpected Angel (Sequel to Be My Mistake)

Music to my ears

I slowly sink to the floor before Dann could catch me. I sat there, trying to think of what to do. The pain I was now feeling in my body was intense, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle, I hoped.

“Siana, are you ok?” Dann asks for the third time, bending down to my level.

I look up at him, taking in a deep breath. “My water just broke.” I say softly, trying to make the words sound right in my own head.

My water just broke.

I was going into labor.

Backstage at Hunter’s show.

I feel a contraction slowly rip through me, and I grimace in pain. “No, this isn’t right!” I say more to myself than to anyone else.

I see Dann acting more casual than he should be. “What’s not right?” He asks calmly.

Tears form in my eyes as I look up at him. “She’s too early, she’s not due till the twenty fifth, this isn’t right.” I say again, biting my bottom lip to keep from crying.

He gets on his knees, grabs my hand, and looks into my teary eyes. “Siana, it’s going to be ok.” He says to me.

I start shaking my head no, trying to stand up. “No, this isn’t right. Something’s wrong, I need to be in Nashville, where Doctor Hadley is.” I sob to him, failing to stand. The pain traveled down my legs and up my body, making it too hard to move without having the chance of hurting myself and the baby.

“Don’t move, I’m getting Hunter,” He says to me, standing up quickly.

“But he’s on stage!” I cry, shaking my head no.

He looks at me with a stern gaze. “I’m getting Hunter.” He says, as if there was no changing his mind.

I feel every muscle in my body working again me, and the baby kicking even more. I began to cry, as backstage worker walk by, giving me worried glances. I needed to see what was going on, on stage, so through the pain, I bring myself to where I could see Dann, walking out, with a mic in his hand.

“Stop the music.” He says casually, putting a hand in the air.                              

The guys stop playing their instruments, and Hunter stops singing as he gives Dann a confused expression. “What’s going on, Dann?” Hunter asks.

Dann clears his throat as I feel a wave of pain rip through me again. “I’m sorry for the rude intrusion, but I’m afraid that Siana has gone into labor.” He says offhandedly, looking at Hunter.

The fans and the band began laughing their heads off, but instead, Hunter’s eyes shoot backstage to look at me. Panic crosses him as he sees me sitting on the floor, crying, and he quickly runs a hand through his neatly styled hair. “I’m going to be a dad.” He whispers into the mic, as if not believing himself.