Fighting For Love

Chapter 25

Niamha felt like she was in heaven. The bed she was laying on was firm, warm, and just heavenly. She snuggled deeper into the bed and felt a slight rumble, almost like the vibration of a chest. She blew it off as a figment of her current active imagination. She allowed herself to lie comfortable on her bed with her eyes closed .After laying awake for another two hours she finally decided to go back to sleep. The rays of the sun streamed into the room across her face. She rolled over to try and escape them, and when she did she felt the vibration of chest against her head. She slowly peeled her eyes open and her vision was filled with a white t-shirt covered chest. She raised her head a bit and traced the features of his face before reaching up to his eyes. She saw his lips form into a genuine smile and pure love in his eyes. She simply stared at him. She could not comprehend how he was still here for her even after knowing what happened to her and the after effects of her ignorance. She felt the grief of losing her child, his child – Their child, overcome her as she looked into his eyes. Tears started to roll down her cheeks, as realization overcame her. He began to sooth her by rubbing her back placing soft kisses on her face. She couldn’t help the feel of hope that sparked in her as he whispered sweet nothings to her. She allowed her eyes to close again and she laid her head back on his chest. He made her grasp on the hope of the best in the worst possible situation. Niamha held on to him afraid that if she moved all the comfort and love he was sending her way would end and her world would come crashing down with the harsh reality of the situation.

Landon felt his mind cloud with that one question that was nagging him before he fell asleep. He peeked down at Niamha and saw that she had her attention looking outside the window. He ran a hand down his face then placed it under her chin tilting her head to look back at him. He waited until she was looking him in his eyes.

“Love?”

She didn’t answer him. She just simply stared at him.

“How are you?”

She just looked at him, but he saw a pretense of lost, lost of hope, lost of love, lost within oneself. His poor baby was lost within deepest part of the lost world. He was going to help her out. Even if it was the last thing he did.

“Niamha baby, how many months pregnant were you?”

Landon watched as indecision played across her features before she blanked them off.

“Four months.” She mumbled.

Landon did the mental math and something almost clicked within him, he just needed her word to know whether or not the next thing coming out of her mouth would change his life forever. He was about to formulate his next question, but the knock at the door stopped him. His gaze drifted to the door as he saw Dr. Swift come into the room, she offered him a small smile.

“How are you two?”

“Fine.” He answered. He watched her as she rounded the bed and stood in front of Niamha. She bent down and placed a kiss on her forehead.

“My sweet god-daughter, everything shall happen in perfection in due time.” She smiled at Niamha and moved to the foot of the bed where she grabbed the clip board and began writing down the information from the machines. She studied her chart before looking back up. “We want to keep you for a few more hours, then you can leave. I want to run a few more test and get your prescription written up and then you can leave.” She placed the clip board back at the foot of the bed and walked out of the room. When she left a nurse came in and set up so they could do whatever they needed to do for Niamha.

Landon watched as his baby went soullessly through the motions of getting prepared to leave. Dr. Swift had come in and advised her of her appointment in two weeks and given her a prescription for the medicine she needed. He would see to it that she personally got to both. He watched her drag herself out of the hospital, aimlessly wondering around. He walked over to her as she stood at the water fountain in the front lawn, and pulled her comforting against his chest. He carried her bridal style over to his car and carefully places her down in the backseat. He makes sure she’s comfortable and comes around to the driver seat. He pulls out and heads back to his apartment. When he got his building he carried her to his bedroom and placed her down in his bed. He tossed off her sneakers and slid the covers on top of her. He stepped back and looked at her. She looked so peaceful, like none of the demons that haunt her could touch her in her sleep. He internally smiled walked out of the room he left the door cracked in case of emergency.  

“I will always love her.” He said aloud as he went back to cleaning the house.