Motley Crue - You're All I Need (Vince Neil/Nikki Sixx/Tommy Lee/Heather)

60: Somebody Save Me

~ Amanda's POV ~

I woke up, my eyes feeling dazed in the bright lights that were practically blinding me now. I had no clue where I was, but my whole body ached in this dull, agonizing way.

I finally attempted to open my eyes, noticing that I was actually in a familiar place. But not one that I was particularly fond of: the hospital. I had spent enough weeks here when Vince was recovering to recognize this terribly designed room anywhere.

I opened my eyes wide enough to see that I was alone in the room. But through the window in the door I could see the doctors talking to Vince. I was so confused, what the hell had happened?

I stretched my arms out but immediately froze when I noticed something was very different. I wasn't pregnant anymore. Sure my stomach wasn't magically back to normal, but there was definitely no little baby inside of me anymore. I gulped and nervously looked back to Vince and the doctors talking outside of the room, wondering what had happened and if our little boy was okay.

Before any of them noticed my eyes open, I immediately felt tears stream from my eyes after seeing how distraught Vince looked. He pressed his fingers to his forehead as he intently listened to what the doctors were saying. But I couldn't hear a word through the glass doors.

All I wanted was to hear that the baby was okay. The last thing I remember was talking to Heather while I was about to get us a snack, before feeling this intense pain course throughout all of my body.

I longingly gazed at Vince, desperate for him to notice that I was awake. I wanted him to know that I was okay, and I wanted to know how our little boy was. God, I hoped with everything in me that he was okay.

My staring soon worked, as the doctors parted ways and Vince stepped back into the room.

"Hey baby," Vince said, noticing my eyes were open as he walked over to the hospital bed.

I just smiled at him, cupping my hand over my mouth before letting myself cry even harder than I already was.

"Hey, hey," Vince said, taking my hand away from my face and holding it tightly between his. "Don't cry, shh."

"Is he okay?" I could barely choke out between my sobs, wiping the tears away from under my eyes.

"He's just fine," Vince said, smiling so big at me as the smile returned to my face. "Well, apparently she is fine."

"What?" I asked, sniffling.

"Yeah, we have a baby girl," Vince said with the biggest smile I've ever seen him give me. Except maybe on our wedding day.

"Wha—how?" I wondered, but feeling equally as happy.

"The doctor said they must've read the ultrasound wrong the first time," Vince said. "But I don't care, she's so beautiful, Amanda."

"And she's really okay?" I asked, my eyes still watery as they looked deeply into Vince's.

"She's perfect," Vince assured me. "And so is her mama."

"What happened?" I wondered, finally being able to use my full voice now.

"They just said that sometimes pregnancies have complications, this is one of them," Vince explained loosely. "All that matters is that you're both okay, and that we got to meet our little girl early."

"I can't believe she's a girl," I said, feeling my eyes start to tear up even more at the recent news.

I loved the idea of a boy, since boys always love their moms the most. But I couldn't help feel myself get irrationally excited at the thought of raising a girl, showing her how to do her hair and makeup, or having Vince teach her about motorcycles. Whatever she wanted, I would support.