Stef and Lena (MyLove)❤️

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STEF POV:

I couldn't help but think that this is the final straw. I knew at this exact moment seeing my father laying in his death bed with everyone he loves surrounded that anytime now he could slip away and leave us. Even the nurse said he hasn't got long left. I just cannot bare the thought to lose him, never mind the thought that my darling baby wont know her grumpy yet loving grandfather is. I always prayed that he'd at the least see her and hold her once, but maybe that not even possible now. Lena is 8 months pregnant and there is no way my father can stick around for another month.

Everyone is gathered on seats around him as I take his hand into mine while he sleeps. The nurse soon walks in. "Stef, May I have a word" everyone stands as she enters and waits for what she has to say. " I don't know how much longer frank can stay like this. I think - judging by the condition of his heart and the blood tests we have taken that he only had a week left maybe. If lucky. I'm sorry" we sink back to our seats at the expected news and just take in every single ounce we can from my father.

My father has always been a loving father, despite the way he shows it. Yes, we have our ups and downs but that's because we're so alike, my father and I. We're both so stubborn and strong we don't show emotion regularly. It takes a lot to knock down our walls, and I guess I'm more like my father than expected. I remember as a child, frank took me to the shooting rage at the age of 8. Having a gun in the house never scared me, he locked it up in a safe every time he was home from the police force. But I did query about the gun sometimes, it was the one time I went to him. "Daddy, do you get scared to shoot a gun" and he sits me down on the edge of the bed after locking the safe and cupboard. "Sweetheart. I've never shot this gun at someone or in a dangerous situation ever. I will not use my gun if there is no reason to"  and that's when he taken me to the shooting range because he knew I was querying about it and questioning it all, I guess he seen potential that I could follow his footsteps in the force until that one day. He stood me up and lead me to the ledge. Placed the soundproof headphones on my head followed by safety goggles, then demonstrated how to hold a gun. Which I repeated and he smiled as if he's proud. I'd watched my dad millions of times at the shooting range for practice, so I aimed at the wall and shot. Internal feelings all shot down I cried. I cried so much with fear and how much shooting that gun made me feel. But dad never felt gutted that instantly I cried, he was glad because never had he needed the gun in a dangerous situation and he now knows I don't see them as a toy and I begin to see the true power this weapon carries. But I did do him proud, and I did step up and join the force. Unfortunately, I have been shot, there has been situations I've had to shoot without choice, but still to this day I cry every time I shoot a gun. These memories with my father will stay with me forever, because unfortunately my father cannot.

For the past 3 days people have been coming and going with gifts, 'get well soon' , ' we love you' or 'you'll always be in our hearts' it's heart breaking just waiting for my dad to pass away anytime now. Lena stood up from the other side of his bed holding one hand on her stomach and the other remained on the chair to help push herself and her 8month old baby up. As she strained herself up she pulled a tight painful looking face which sent worry to myself.

"Baby. What's wrong?" I said running over to Lena and hooking her at the arm to assist her wobbly legs.

"Nothing. I'm fine honestly, I think she's just kicking" she replied. "I'm going to get a water, anybody want one?" She asks as I nod and let her go.
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LENA POV:

As I walk down the corridor to the water fountain a jab keeps appearing in my stomach every so often like a really painful kick with the heal of the babies foot.

The pain is so sharp it sends me to limp and help myself walk along the wall the I use to assist me.

But each pain passes and then I feel fine, just tired. So I reach the water fountain and pour my first cup of water and instantly down it for the dehydration. Until there it is again. The sharp jab, yet this one was more painful. I let out a moan "aghhh" as I hold my belly tight dropping my empty cup on the floor. Nobody seemed to notice until after the pain had gone. A nurse soon walked through the doors and seen I had dropped my cup.

"I'll get something to clean that water up" she says.

"No. They're my waters. I'm in labour" I screech as another pain comes to me again. So instantly the nurse finds the closest wheel chair and rushes me to maternity ward.

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A/N: so another chapter done, and Lena is in labour; wow. Will frank have the chance to see the baby? Or will life take his and be blessed by a new family member? Remember if you like this chapter- vote and comment :) x