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Andrew's POV.
Three days. It had been three days since the operation and she still hadn't woken up. I had sat here, next to her for all of it, the exceptions being when I went to speak to the doctors about what was going to happen.
I had tried to call Chase, over and over again, but he never answered. I had to handle everything myself, and because I never wanted to leave her side, it made it difficult.
I had held our son everyday for hours, holding him next to her, begging her to wake up and hold him too, but she never had, had always just stayed still, stayed silent.
I now sat, next to her, holding her hand, silently praying that she would wake up, that she would be ok, that she would live to name her son, to watch him grow, to cherish him as I already did. Her fingers twitched in my hand, something that I had been told was a reflex of her nerves, so I didn't react.
A thing I wasn't used to was the increased intervals of her heart beat on the monitor, the sounds of pain coming from low in her throat. I let go of her hand, running into the hallway, yelling out to anyone that would hear me, "I need a doctor in here."
People came running from all directions, having seen home much I love her over the past three days had made them see that I wouldn't be able to handle loosing her, not again, not for real.
The doctors closed the door behind me, not allowing me in there while they worked. I watch through the window, though I wasn't able to see much, only white coats. I watched the monitor instead, watch with a pain in my heart as the beat increased, then rapidly started to drop.
The beating dropped until all I could see was a straight line. Tears streaked down my face, my heart ripping out of my chest. The doctors were still moving, trying their best, try to save her for me. I knew I had never been worthy of her, but I would never be able to live without her, without knowing she was out there somewhere.
I fell to the floor a silent prayer going through my mind, and I hoped it would be headed if I said it out loud, "Please, please god, let her live, if not for me, then for our boy, don't let him grow up without his mother, with her laugh, her smile, her voice in his life, please let her live, let her live for him."
My mind went blank, my eyes unseeing, and I stayed on the floor, not wanting to see if God had heard me, if he had let her live. I stayed on the floor, unable to look.
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"Mr. Parker, she's waking up," the nurse voice broke into the shield I had built in my mind, the one I had built so I wouldn't know. I was still on the floor, had stayed there the whole time, not wanting to know if I had been heard. The only thing that had gotten through to me was those words, and only because they told me the thing I wanted more than anything in the world.
My head snapped up, and I lurched to my feet, finding my balance before finding the door. There she lay, her eyes fluttering open, I stayed there in the doorway, watching her, until her faint voice reached my ears, "Drew?"
I ran to her side, gripping her hand, "I'm here, baby, Ash, I'm here."
Her voice cracked as she laughed, "Calm down, I knew you would be."
I sat down, putting her hand to my face, tears clouding my vision, "Thank god, thank god your alright," she laughed again and I pulled back to look into her eyes, the ones I had missed so much, "Don't you laugh, It's not funny, don't you ever scare me like that again."
She had laughter in her eyes, but they took on a serious twinge as she said, "How's our baby?"
Before I had a chance to answer, the nurse came in, pushing a cart in front of her, "Here he is."
Ashlyn had tears in her eyes, as I stood up to go collect our baby boy, "He?"
I nodded, "Our son, I didn't name him, I wanted to wait so we could do it together."
A tear spilt over as she reached up, wanting to hold him, "I think I have one."
I sat on the side of the bed, looking down at her, as she looked at our baby, "And what would that be?"
She looked up at me, "Chase Joshua Harrison-Parker."
I kissed her forehead lightly, "I like it."
Ashlyn grabbed the front of me already crumpled t-shirt, "Good, now get down here and give me a real kiss."
Being careful of our sleeping son resting in her arms, I did just that, only stopping when the nurse came into say, "You have another visitor."
We both lifted our heads, and stepping to stand in the doorway was one person we didn't expect, Chase.
