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Break Down The Barricade

You Said You're Having A Baby

Mike's POV~

The doctor looked at me for a few minutes, then gave me a sympathetic smile. My heart dropped. "The baby, as of right now, is still alive, but there is no guarantee that he or she will survive, I'm afraid. If the baby does live, there is a good chance of disability. The mother, and you, will have four days to decide if you want to try to keep him or her, or if you wish to abort. I'm very sorry, Mr. Fuentes," the doctor said. I felt my heart speed back up, knowing that the baby was alive. I nodded at the doctor, and he smiled and left me alone in the room with Skye.

I knew that I wanted to keep the baby, but I don't know that Skye felt the same way about it. I would let her decide, and if she wanted to abort, since there was no absolute guarantee that he or she would survive, I wouldn't argue. I love Skye, and I love the baby inside her, disabled or not. All I had to figure out now, was how I would break this to Alysha.

I looked at Skye's resting body, and even with all of the tubes inside of her, and the stitches and the bruises, she was still glowing with beauty.

A few moments later, two doctors entered the room, and started to bring Skye out of the coma. I couldn't wait to see her gorgeous eyes. I sat up, ignoring the pain, and watched as her eyes fluttered open.



Skye's POV~

I woke up with a start, and watched as two doctors removed some tubes from my body. I tried to sit up, but the pain caused me to lay back again. I looked over the side of my bed, and saw him. The man I loved. The man who was smiling at me. The man whose baby- THE BABY! I suddenly remembered the reason I was in the hospital. Dustin had hit me, worse this time, and Mike had come to save me.

"Mike!" I exclaimed, sitting up despite the pain and tubes, startling not only me, but the doctors, and him as well. The doctors turned to look at him, and he was wide eyed. "Yeah, Skye?" he asked, cautiously. "Mike is the baby okay?!" I asked, panicked. He smiled and nodded. "I will tell you later about the baby, okay Skye? You should lay back down and let the doctors finish with you," he said, calmly. I nodded, but before I lay back down, I had one more thing to say to him.

"Mike?" I asked again. "Yes?" he replied. "I love you, I'm sorry." I said, and then laid back again.

There was a pause. "Don't be, I love you too," he said, and I smiled.



The doctors finally left the room about thirty minutes later, after explaining the damage done to me, and asking some questions about Dustin, who I soon learned was dead. The good news was that Mike and I could leave in two days, and until then, we'd be sharing a room.

"So, Mike, what about the baby?" I asked nervously, as soon as the door closed. He sighed then explained about the baby having a good chance of disability and I was almost in tears. "We have four days to decide if we want to keep him or her, or we can abort," he said, after he finished explaining.

"Well, what do you want to do?" I asked him. I knew that I wanted to keep the baby if it survived. I was worried that he wanted it to be gone. A disabled child would be too much for a band member who toured all the time. I really hoped he wanted to keep it, though the chances were slim.

He looked down a little, then back up at me. "I, uh...I personally want to keep it. But if you don't want to, I completely understand..." he said, softly.

I sighed in relief. "I want to keep it. He or she is ours, a part of me, and a part of you. I wouldn't ever want to lose it if I knew I didn't have to," I said, and he looked up. "Really?" he asked, smiling like a child who had just been given permission to keep a puppy. I nodded, and he reached over his bedside and grabbed my hand. Then it occurred to me that I had no idea how he got put in the hospital in the first place. My brows furrowed, as I tried to figure out why he was bandaged up next to me. Had Dustin hurt him too?

"Mike, how did you get put in here?" I asked, and he looked nervous, like that was a question he was expecting, but didn't want to answer.

"Yeah, uh...Dustin..uhh...he shot me."

Notes

Shitty chapter, sorry guys, I tried!


~Shayde~

Comments

OMG Tht Waz An Awesome Story. pliz Write More

Lol that was a good chapter

HeatherMiller HeatherMiller
8/23/14

Oooohhh!! This is great, and you've left me with a of awesomeness to work with the pregnancy

PoshKiwi21 PoshKiwi21
7/28/14

Aww I love this chapter! The baby is coming. <3

piercethewhat piercethewhat
7/28/14

@wasteland19

Thank you very much :3