Belly. (Hunter Hayes Fanfic)

Chapter 16

•Hunters P.O.V•

She didn't sleep last night. I stayed up for as long as I could, but that was only till like... 4:30am. She was afraid that if she fell asleep that she wouldn't wake up again... Even though we knew she was fine. She insisted and said she'll sleep when she gets home. When the morning came, we were both ready to go home. I was packing up everything when the doctor walked into our room.

"You ready to leave, Isabelle?"

"Yes, very much." she told him, nodding and smiling.

"I can already tell you didn't get any sleep missy." he shook his finger at her. She laughed and shrugged.

"I told her Doc, but she wouldn't listen." I told him, grinning. She sat at the edge of her bed, kicking her feet since they didn't touch the ground. She was so tiny, standing at only five feet. The doctors weren't even sure if she could carry a baby at first with how tiny and skinny she was. But, Belle never says no. She stood up and took another swig of water.

"Well, when you get home, Belle.. Please rest."

"I will. When can we bring Oliver home?"

"Oh.. Not yet. Soon. Go ahead and say bye to him." He directed us to leave.

"We already did, a couple minutes ago." I butted in. I told Belle that I didn't like this doctor, and she could tell. She didn't have a problem with him, but she didn't have to deal with him for two months. She looked over at me and turned back over to the doctor and smiled.

"Alright, then I should see you tomorrow to see Oliver, am I correct?"

"Why yes, we'll be here." she put he hands in her back pockets, turning to smile at me. He smiled and said goodbye and walked out of the room. I turned back to Hunter.

"Why do you dislike him so much?" I asked him, picking up the blankets on my bed and holding them. Hunter threw my purse over his shoulder and carried out all the flowers and balloons.

"Because, he was just a jerk." He said, getting into the elevator and hitting 1. I hated elevators, so I stood in the corner. But soon enough, it was all over with and done. We walked out of the elevator and said goodbye to the super nice woman at the desk, with the pigtails and walked through the spinning doors. We were swarmed by cameras and questions, but Belle just looked into some of the cameras and waved. She was always good with reporters. We got followed to our car and all the way out of the hospital. When we got on the highway, we had a conversation.

•Bellys P.O.V.•

"It feels weird leaving the hospital without Car." I told him, looking out the window.

"I know.. It's not right." he said. I was quiet for a little until he spoke. "So... Tell me everything you don't remember."

"Well.. To be honest, I forgot you were a celebrity till the cameras.. But I forget what our house looks like.. And like, where things are... I forget.. Did I have a routine?" I turned to him. He ran his fingers through his hair, and shook his head.

"You just did whatever." he said. I shrugged and looked back out the window.

"Do you forget our wedding?" he asked, sounding like he was gonna cry.

"It's kind of a blur, but I have like... A sorta memory to it. Not like I should though. I don't remember our first date, our anniversary, where we got engaged, where I went to school, my home town, what I ate the day of the accident.." I said. He took a big breath, and took my hand. I looked down at it, and then looked into his eyes that were on the road.

"I'll help you remember."

"Trust me, I want to remember." I told him, leaning over and kissing his cheek. We rode the rest of the way talking about anything. It seemed a bit off though. I hope he knows that I still love him. Maybe that's what was bothering him so much...