His Only Savior | #Wattys2019

Chapter 35

"Sean!"  My voice rang through the house.  "Ugh," I groaned as I curled over my enormous belly.  When the pain subsided, I cried out again, "Sean!"

"What?  What?"  He yelled as he barreled through my bedroom door.  The closer I got to my due date they more he insisted he slept on the couch until my little girl came into the world.

"She's coming," I choked out.

"Now?"  His eyes widened as he looked me over.

I rolled my eyes as I struggled to pull myself up from the mattress.  "Some help would be nice Sean."  I laughed as his legs suddenly carried him forward to assist me.  "Thank you."

"Of course.  The delivery bag is already in the car, with the call list so let's go."  He found his confidence again as he helped me to my feet.  I could have walked on my own, but I allowed him to help me out until we reached the jeep.  "Here," he gestured as he began lifting me up into the vehicle.

"Wait, wait!  Ahh," I suddenly curled over in pain again as another contraction hit.  I bit back the tears while managing to breathe through the pain.  When the tightness in my uterus finally released, I stood straight again.  "Okay, I'm okay."

"You sure?"

"Sean, just get my ass in the car!"  I spat, not out of annoyance with him but just out of pure annoyance.  It shouldn't have been Sean taking care of me it should have been Isaac.  I know it was my decision to hide the truth from him, but it didn't make it any easier.  Matt informed me that Isaac had chosen to reenlist after receiving the news I had signed the papers. The letter he had sent with the paperwork remained unopen and shoved to the bottom of my sock drawer.  I wasn't sure anything he had to say could ease the ache the knife in my heart caused.

Sean lifted me with ease and placed me safely in the passenger seat before grabbing the seat belt to buckle me in.  Without a word he slammed the door closed and jogged around the front of the vehicle to climb in. The engine hummed to life before he shifted it into gear and pulled out of the driveway cautiously.

Staring out the window I finally let the tears break free from their cell.  My chest heaved as I tried to cry silently beside Sean, but he has always known be better than most.  He glanced my direction before setting his hand on my knee in a comforting manner.  "I don't know what I can say to help you, but I am here for you.  I know how much it still hurts you, but if he was willing to toss you to the side again then he never deserved you."

 I simply nodded as I placed my hand over his, squeezing it tightly when another contraction hit.

"We're almost there," his voice was calm and comforting in contrast to the chaos I felt inside.  He pulled up to the front of the Women's Health building, before jumping out and running around to help me climb down.

Once we were inside a nurse jogged up to us.  "Hi, my name is Brenna.  I'm going to be your triage nurse.  Can you tell me how close your contractions are?"

"Every three minutes lasting about forty-five seconds," Sean answered for me.

"Are you the father?"

"No, just a friend."

"Okay, well I'm going to ask you to move your vehicle while we get her checked out.  As soon as you've done that go to the front desk," she pointed over her shoulder.  "They will give you a picture ID tag that you must wear at all times behind this door."  She gestured towards the double doors leading into the triage wing.  "Do you understand?"

"Yes," he nodded before turning on his heels and hurrying out through the sliding doors.

It was a whirl wind of different doctors before they finally moved me out of triage and into a delivery room.  Sean refused to leave my side, his hand permanently glued to my own.  He worked with determination as he sent out messages to those on my list.  Although all the bustling and buzzing was surrounding me, I felt very detached from the moment.  My mind on one thing, Isaac.  I wanted him there with me, I wanted us to bask in this moment together.  The moment our child entered this world, the moment our little girl took her first breath. But he wasn't and that was my doing.  I was never confident in my decision.  In fact, I hated myself for it, but I couldn't live my life worrying about whether or not he would abandon her as well.