George's POV
As I race to the hospital, horrible thoughts run through my head. I finally pull in a jump out of the car. I look around for a while before I spot Cyn and Mo. Mo is sipping tea and Cyn is biting her nails as I approach them. They both look up and smile. That must be a good sign.
"They're going to wake her up and they wanted you here." Mo says.
"Really?" I ask.
They both nod. I turn to Cyn, mad.
"The message you gave to John to give scared the shit out of me Cynthia!"
Her smile fades.
"Honest George. I told John exactly what the doctor told me! He walked up and said 'Where's Mr. Harrison?' And I said you were at home and he said 'Well phone him to come down here.' And then he turned and walked away! It wasn't until a while later a nurse told us what was happening." Cyn began to make a weepy face.
I loved her, I did, but lately she seemed to cry about anything and everything and it was getting old.
I look at Maureen who nods in agreement with Cynthia.
"Fine." I say.
"Sorry for the outburst but I was imagining the worst of the worst." I said, still upset.
Cynthia nods.
"I understand." She said quietly.
She runs off to find the doctor to tell him I've arrived. He soon walks down the hallway, all serious looking.
"This way." He says gruffly as he walks past me and into a room.
When I follow him in I see Kara there. They moved her because this wasn't where she'd been the past couple weeks. The doctor takes a needle and sticks it in one of Kara's IVs.
"She should start to wake in half an hour. Come find me once she has." He turns on a heel and walks out. I pull a chair closer, right next to the bed, and I grab Kara's hand. I watch her, gently stroking her hand with my thumb as I wait.
Kara's POV
I slowly come to. I look around and find myself in a hospital room. I've sure done this a few too many times I think.
"Kara." Someone next to me whispers.
I turn and find George sitting there. My eyes tear up.
"Oh my god!" I begin to cry as I open my arms.
George bends down and hugs me. In any other case this would have been an awkward hug. But not with us. I squeeze him so tightly. We stay like that for a long while. George gives me kisses all over my head. We didn't say anything but we didn't need to. Every touch showed how we felt.
When George finally pulled away his eyes were filled with tears. He sat down in the chair next to the bed, his hand clutching mine.
"God." He said.
He stood again and showered me with more kisses. I didn't say anything. I just lay there crying. I'm full of relief, happiness, love, joy...
Wait a minute.
I push George back a little and look down. I look from my belly then to George and back again. He smiles and points to the other side of the bed. I turn and find a hospital crib. Inside is a tiny little baby.
"Oh my god." I cry out again.
George walks around the bed and lifts the tiny baby out of the crib. I push myself up into a sitting position. George gently passes the little thing to my awaiting arms. I cradle the sleeping child. It's wrapped in a pink blanket. I look at George who's smiling down at the baby.
