A Broken Web 3

Chapter 5 - Gwen's POV

I lean into Peter, crying my eyes out. He strokes my hair gently, and occasionally says "It's ok baby. You're ok." I cry harder, until I can't cry anymore. Peter lays down on my bed, and I lay beside/on top of him. He puts an arm around me. I sob quietly into him. He's thinking about something. I can tell. He looks really hot when he's thinking about something. I lay my head on his chest. He clings on to me, almost for dear life.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

It takes Peter a minute to answer.

"Ok. How do you know you need to go in?"

"Well, ever since I had Emma, my scar has been really painful. Like, really really sore. I've been really worried, and I phoned up the hospital this morning when you were asleep. I spoke to Dr Masdire, and since he helped deliver Emma, he knew how big she was..."

"Oh Yeah. Dr Masdire flew over to London because he wanted to make sure everything was ok with your back."

"Yeah, thats right. He had said to me in private just before I left the hospital when she was born that if I had any pain in my scar, I need to see him immediately. He said that since Emma was so big, it might have pushed on my spine, forcing the scar to burst. I thought it was weird how I still get the pain and I am not carrying a baby, and he said that when I was giving birth, it might have pushed against the scar too hard, and is now very weak. He said that It would be a small operation to put everything back in place, if they can see anything wrong on the Xray." I say, as I rub my eyes gently.

Peter's face falls.

"No. No no no no! No, Gwen. This can't happen. You've been in that hospital too many times. Gwen, I don't want you going in there again." He says, standing up and putting both hands on his face. "God, we've got a blooming baby!! What are we gonna do?" He says. I stand up, and go over to Peter. "Listen. I can't help it if Emma was a big baby." I shout at him, tears starting to trail out my eyes again. "I know, but why didn't you tell me? You should've told me what Dr Masdire said after Emma was born and I could've helped you! Made sure you were ok!" He shouts back. "I didn't want you to worry!" I shout back at him, hearing Emma start to cry in the background. Peter just walks out, slamming the door behind him. I stand there, as heavy tears start to roll down my cheeks.

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I sit on my bed, looking though old scrap books. I see pictures of I and Peter, at many different occasions. A heavy tear drops onto a picture of us kissing. I remember that day. It was pouring with rain, and I and Peter were too lazy to do anything. We just spent the day taking weird seflies. A sad smile creeps onto my face as the memory fills my mind. Another tear drops onto the picture, and I quickly wipe it off.

I hear a knock at the door. Expecting my mother, I shout "Come in." Weakly. The door squeaks open. It started squeaking when I said to Peter he wasn't much of a 'DIY man' and he tried to prove himself by tightening the hinges on my door. It just made it worse. A young man in a smart tux, his hair just the way I like it, holding a bunch of roses, comes in, and sits down on my bed beside me. He takes my hand gently, clasping his hand in mine. He kisses me gently, pushing me backwards slightly. My hands move up to his neck, and he lays down the roses and His hands are placed on my waist. I pull away, and gaze into his eyes. "Sorry. I didn't mean to make you upset." He whispers. "It's fine, bug boy. Now, tell me why you're wearing a tux?" I say. "Your mum said I should take you out while she spends some time with Emma." He says. "How is she?" I ask, forgetting that Peter offered to take me out. "She's with your mum." He says. "Now, I know the perfect place to take you. Be ready in 10." He says, before leaving. "10 minutes?" I shout. "I bet it took you that long to get your hair done!" I hear him chuckle through the door.