Nothing But The Truth

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:::Emma's POV:::

Tired, I was really tired. I remember feeling fuzzy all over my body, and like I was holding my breath. I gasped loudly and sat straight up making my back hurt. I opened my eyes making them hurt because it was so damn bright in this room. There were so many lights in here. There was loud beeping, and lots of people moving around and talking. I glanced around seeing doctors and nurses. Why am I here? Why am I in a hospital? Then my eyes fell upon a small baby boy cradled in a very attractive guy's arms.

Everything came back. Drew, and the pregnancy, the pain of labor, but how am I okay? And why's the baby so big? Is this real life or am I dead? I shook my head still staring at my son in Drew's arms. I let my eyes drift off him and wander up to Drew's. He was already looking at me in disbelief.

"Emma?" He asked softly sounding ready to break down. "Do you know who I am?"

How could I not know who he is? He's the father of my child! "Of course I do!" I said hearing my raspy voice.

"Well miss Denis it's a miracle but you owe it all to this young man." The doctor smiled. "He just wouldn't give up on you."

I smiled at Drew then bowed my head. "How long?" I mumbled.

"Can we get some water in here for her?" A nurse asked.

The doctor nodded sending her off, and then looked back at me. "You've been in a coma for nine months and seventeen days. Your vitals are regular and you show no signs of any type of trauma now though. Were keeping you for observation obviously, but you seem to be relatively fine."

I took my water when they brought it and answered questions. I kept glancing at Drew and my son. I didn't even know his name. It's been nine months. He doesn't even know me. I've missed everything with him. Drew had to do everything all alone. I feel so bad. I'm a terrible mother, well hell I'm a terrible person. The doctor finally left and it was just me Drew our son, and the beeping machines.

"How do you feel?" Drew asked.

I looked him over noticing his shaggy long hair, and dark circles under his eyes. "I'm fine Drew." I sighed.

"Down!" Our son wiggled wanting to be put down.

He talks! I missed his first words. I felt tears in my eyes wondering what else I've missed. "Emma?" Drew asked coming to sit in a chair near my bed.

"What's his name?" I asked softly.

Drew broke into a proud smile. "Lyric Michael Chadwick."

Drew used the name I'd liked? He could've named him anything he wanted and he used my name. "He's so big." I shook my head watching him bounce around in. Drew's lap trying to get down.

"Yeah he's a handful." Drew chuckled.

"I'm so sorry." I sighed holding back tears. "I should've told you I had bad odds of making-" he cut me off.

"Don't apologize Emma. You can't control this. Sure it was hard, but we made it. We both made it." He smiled. "From now on though if something's up, I want nothing but the truth."

:::Drew's POV:::

Emma's coming home today. She actually gets to come home. She's one hundred percent healthy. Things are finally turning out the way the should be. Patience and Wes went in yesterday and Emma spent the whole day with her best friend and I'm positive I've never seen someone as happy as Patience was. She finally has her best friend back.

I put Lyric in his car seat as I drove to pick her up at the hospital. The drive seemed long and slow, but eventually I made it to the pull up and seen her waiting.