Riley’s Point of View
I’m pregnant. I just- I don’t- I can’t even begin to describe how I feel right now. There is just too many things happening, I can’t begin to understand any of them this quickly. I’ve been forced to make a choice for myself with absolutely no time to think it over. I have to leave out of this hospital today knowing I killed my baby, or I might risk killing myself.
“How do I choose?”
The Doctor cleared his throat, “Ms. Smokes?”
I jumped at the sudden sound of his voice.
“Y-yes.” I answered, my gaze still set out the window.
“I took the liberty to sign you out of the hospital; you’re free to go home now. Oh, and I know this is a very tough thing to ask of you, but… will I need to set up an appointment to have the fetus removed?”
That question made my heart sink. He made it sound like it was nothing, like people came in here all the time and threw out their babies. Why was I making this choice so hard? I can only narrow it down to being afraid to die. I’ve been through so many different fears in my life but none even comes close to the fear of death.
“Well?” he questioned.
“I… I know that keeping this baby is not recommended and that I’m putting myself at risk if I try to continue this pregnancy, but I could never kill my own child. I’d rather die just to let this baby live. I can’t even feel this baby yet and I already love it more than I thought I could. I’m sorry, but I’m not making that appointment.”
The Doctor sighed, “Are you sure this is what you want to do? I must warn you that if you choose this we can’t do much with any pain caused by your liver. The treatments and medication will have to cease until after the baby is born. I know I’m sounding harsh but, the baby most likely won’t live past the 2nd trimester. Are you certain this is what you want to do?”
I chuckled, “Listen and listen well. I’ve been through so much crap in my life. I’ve never once done anything remotely good for anyone; I’ve been a complete waste of space. If I’m certain of one thing in this world it’s that I am NOT going to let this baby die. I’ve finally found my life’s meaning; to let this little baby live. Please save me all your medical speeches, we’re going home.”
“Alright Riley if this is what you want. We’ll keep monitoring the baby and your liver but there really isn’t much we can do for any pain or discomfort you may experience. I can’t even tell you to take a Tylenol because the acetaminophen can make things worse for your liver. I really wish there was more I could do but there just… isn’t.”
I just nodded my head at him. I don’t care if I keel over in agony; I’m not killing this baby. It’s my job to protect it and I swear to god that’s what I’m going to do.
The entire taxi drive home I was a nervous wreck. I didn’t know how Noah was going to respond to my sudden appearance. I hadn’t seen him since the day I told him off. What if he was mad at me? What if he didn’t want to listen to what I had to say? I wouldn’t blame him if he did. I’d be upset too if the person I love told me they hated me. That’s just the thing though; the man I love didn’t hate me. He’s told me countless times how much he cared for me but I always just threw it back in his face out of fear. I want to tell him so much that I love him too. I just- I don’t think he’ll ever forgive me for treating him so rotten. I guess that doesn’t matter right now though. My baby- I mean, our baby needs both of us in his or her life. Even if Noah dislikes me, I still have to do the right thing and let him know the truth- He’s going to be a daddy.
I walked through the apartment door and stopped when I saw Noah on the couch. Am I just seeing things or is something different about his face?
“N-noah?” I spoke gently, “Uhm, it’s me… Riley.”
He didn’t even move a muscle. I guess maybe I wasn’t speaking loud enough for him to hear me. If living with him taught me one thing, it’s that he is a really heavy sleeper.
I spoke up, “Noah, I know I’m the last person you want to see right now but there is something very important I need to tell you.”
He stirred a bit and then turned to the other side of the couch. Wow, what do I have to do, scream?!
My scream startled him and he fell to the ground. It took him a minute to focus before he stood up and just stared at me. OH MY GOD, HIS FACE! What happened to his face? He’s all banged up and his eyes are so glassy! He looks like he has not got a good night sleep in days, or as a matter of fact… any sleep at all!
“Riley?” he asked groggily, “I didn’t know you were coming home today.”
I completely ignored what he had said and just continued to stare at his face. What did he do to himself? I’ll put all my money on a fight- I just know that’s what it was!
“Dear god, Noah!” I gasped, “What the heck happened to your face?! You look like you got the crap beat out of you. Is… is your nose BROKEN?!”
He looked down then back up at me again, “Yeah, my nose is totaled. I went out drinking a few nights ago because I was upset. I said some things and this guy beat the crap out of me. I get pretty stupid when I’m drunk.”
I stared at him puzzled, “A few nights ago? You mean the day I, uhm, said those things to you?”
He nodded his head, “Yeah, I’ll admit it; you broke my heart. Riley I know I’ve said I love you at least a 100 times, but I’d really wish you would believe that I’m telling the truth. I wish you weren’t so afraid to get near me or be with me. Riley do you honestly think I don’t love you enough to help you through this sickness?”
He held up his hand, “Let me finish.” he sighed, “Riley, it’s okay to be afraid. I understand that you went through a lot, but you have to trust me… I’d never hurt you. Being away from you hurts more than then a broken nose and busted jaw. I know you don’t want to hear me ramble on about this once again, but I just thought I’d try. I told you I love you and that means I’ll never give up on you. I just… can’t. “
He placed his hands on my shoulders and shivers went up and down my spine. Just a simple touch from him and my heart leaps in my chest and here he was inches from my face. It took everything in me to not jump forward and press my lips against his.
He sighed, “You are thee most beautiful girl I have ever seen. From the moment I met you I knew that you were different. I could never get you out of my head; I constantly dreamed about seeing you again. I couldn’t even be my obnoxious and reckless self because of you. I was distracted just by thinking about you. I will love you and ONLY you.”
“Noah?” I breathed, “I love you… too.”
He stood gaping at me, like he couldn’t even believe his own ears. Honestly, I couldn’t believe the words that I spoke either. Had I really just told him I loved him? It was like I couldn’t even hold it back any longer. Those words have been on the tip of my tongue forever now… I guess they finally slipped out. I do mean it though, I do love him.
After that moment of pure bewilderment he lunged forward and his lips crashed against mine. His kisses were so forceful and hungry. As he kissed me I could taste a tear from his eye on my lips. I never really knew how much he meant that ‘I love you’ until now. I- I can’t believe how blind I was.
“R-riley…” he stuttered through kisses, “I-I love you s-so much.”
After moments had passed, his kisses still didn’t let up. He kept coming at it harder and his hands were traveling all over my body. I could feel the thumping of his heart against my chest and how rapidly it was beating. His pants grew tight and he tugged at my dress. I wanted him so badly; more than last time. It was then that a word ran through my mind. A word I had almost forgotten in the heat of the moment.
I pulled away from his lips, “Noah…” I breathed, “We can’t do this.”
He nodded his head, “Yes we can. It’s okay, you’ll be okay.”
I shoved him back, “No, you don’t understand. There is something VERY important I need to tell you.”
He stared at me with a worried look spread across his face. I guess I’m making it sound worse than it actually is, but I’m scared to how he is going to react to the news.
He gulped, “Riley, what’s wrong? What do you have to tell me?”
My stomach did somersaults when he asked me that question. I honestly didn’t know how to go about saying it. It’s not the easiest thing to tell someone. At the same time though, he loves me, right? So he should love something that we made; at least that’s what I’m hoping for.
“I… I’m afraid to say.”
He smiled, “It’s okay Riley, you know you can tell me anything. Now, what happened?”
I took a deep breath, “Noah, I’m pregnant.”
Once those words left my mouth his entire demeanor changed. All the color drained from his face; he looked like he had just seen a ghost!
He scratched his head, “Uhhhh…. p-pregnant? Y-you’re pregnant?!”
I only nodded. What more could I say? I could see he was on the verge of freaking out; anything I added would only make it worse.
After this long awkward pause Noah finally spoke again.
“What does this mean?” he questioned.
Was he serious? He doesn’t know what being pregnant means?!
I sighed, “Are you serious Noah? It means that we’re going to have a baby. Now I know you’re just acting stupid. Just get out what you have to say, let me hear it.”
“No, I mean what does this mean for you? Did the doctor say you would be alright being pregnant and having the HCV?”
This is the question I really wanted to avoid. If I tell him the truth, I know he’s going to get mad at me.
“Uhm, not exactly.”
He took a step back, “What do you mean ‘not exactly’?”
I took another deep breath, “Since I’m pregnant I had to stop my treatments. The doctor told me that they can’t do anything for me as long as I’m pregnant. I can’t even take Tylenol.”
He glared at me, “So that means what?! That you’re just going to get worse and worse?? Did that freaking doctor even consider the alternative?!”
Now it was MY turn to get angry. I knew he’d get mad about stopping the treatments, but I NEVER thought he’d want me to get rid of our OWN child!!
I grabbed the bridge of my nose, “I KNOW you did not just say that to me! How could you EVEN consider getting rid of our baby?! I’m risking my life for this child because of how much I love it. I can’t believe you would even have the nerve to say that, you JERK!”
He scoffed, “I’m a jerk because I don’t want YOU to die?! Riley if you keep this baby you’re going to make it worse! I asked the doctor and he told me you were doing so well, you could overcome this Riley! We could always have another baby in a couple of years. I mean, if you wanted to that is…”
I threw my hands up, “HECK NO! I’m not killing this baby, Noah! I’ve never served any purpose in life; this is my chance to finally make a difference! This baby is so important to me why can’t you see that?! Please, just be happy for me… for US! Would you really want me to kill this baby; a baby that belongs to you? He could look like you and talk like you… but you would never know because he or she would have died. Could you actually live with yourself knowing you killed your baby?”
He looked away from me, “Yeah, I could live with myself.” he scoffed, “I don’t want that thing if it’s going to kill you. I just can’t love something that is going to steal you from me.”
I gasped at his remark, “You’re serious? You’d actually be okay with getting rid of our baby? It wouldn’t bother you?”
He shook his head no.
“Well you know what!?” I shouted, “I don’t give a crap what you think! I’m keeping this baby whether you want it or not!! Don’t even speak to me anymore Noah. I’m done here.”
I just can’t believe how cold hearted he is being! What is wrong with him!? That is NOT the Noah I fell in love with.
Noah and I didn’t speak to one another for weeks. I didn’t even care though, if he was going to have that attitude then I say screw him! I have to admit… it was hard to go through all this pain alone. Anytime I would want him by my side I would have to remember what he said and how he feels about our child. It always reminded me that I was still angry at him. If he doesn’t accept this baby, then I won’t accept him. This baby means everything to me; I won’t let him take it away because he’s angry.
I jumped up from my bed, screaming, “OH GOD, IT HURTS!”
The pain I received was not like normal pregnant women. Everything was so excruciating; it felt like knives were being jabbed into my side every time a wave of nausea came about.
What was worse than the nausea was the actual bile that came from it. It would burn the sides of my throat as it forced its way out of my body. I would hug that toilet for hours on end just throwing up the contents of my stomach; which after a while wasn’t anything at all.
After throwing my guts up I crawled back into my bed and just wrapped my arms around myself. I had no other form of comfort, so I made do with what I did have. I’ve supported myself for a lot of years; it’s no different doing it now.
Sometimes the pain this pregnancy causes me makes me feel like giving up; that the pain is just too much for any human to bear. Whenever I would start thinking like that though, I would remind myself of the tiny baby nestled inside me. That a fragile little human being is counting on me to protect it.
I squeezed myself tighter, “I promise I’ll protect you little baby. I’ll do whatever it takes.”
Just as I was lying there, I heard a loud knock at the door. Someone was here? Noah never got visitors during work hours…
I drug my weak body out of bed and then headed towards the door. I’ll admit I was a bit cautious as to who this person was, so before I opened – or even unlocked – the door, I was going to ask who it was.
I stepped next to the door, and then questioned, “Who’s there?”
The woman sighed, “Is Noah there? It’s his sister; Ophelia.”
His sister? Oh, that’s right… I forgot Noah had a sister, or was it sisters? Oh well, guess it doesn’t matter.
Oh yes, now I remember her. She was that girl who used to make all the guys do her homework for her. I wonder what she wants.
I stared at her awkwardly, “Hi.” I responded.
She nodded, “Hey is Noah here?”
I shook my head, “He’s not here right now, but he should be getting home in an hour or so. He’s at work.”
She sighed, “Do you mind if we wait around for him? I just want to see him. I need someone to talk to. I’m kind of going through a lot and he always has the right thing to say to me. I’d go to my parents but they are always so busy with my little brother, so it’s hard to get a word in edge wise!”
I shrugged, stepping out of the doorway, “Sure, I guess.”
What was I supposed to tell her? No?
I watched as she placed her son down on the floor and gave him a toy truck to play with. Wow that boy had the brightest shade of red I had ever seen. I know for a fact that he had to of gotten that from his dad- Obviously.
She kissed his head, “Alright Joshua, just play with your truck until Uncle Noah gets here. Can you be a good boy for mommy?”
He giggled, “No!”
She sighed, “Of course not…”
He picked up his toy and laughed at his mom some more. He was such a cute baby. His tiny little fingers, his cute smile, and the way he giggled. Oh god… I’m already turning into a mother and my baby is the size of a jelly bean!
I snapped out of my baby trance, “Uh, I’ll be right back Ophelia. I’m just going to go throw something on real fast.”
She nodded, “Alright that’s fine. I’ll just wait on the couch.”
I quickly got dressed and then went back out into the living room. Ophelia and I just sat in silence for a while watching her son Josh play with his toy truck. He kept banging it against the stereo and Ophelia had to tell him countless times to knock it off. I couldn’t help but laugh at him.
She sighed, “Sorry about the radio, my son thinks it’s funny to be destructive and get on my last nerve.”
I chuckled, “That’s fine, and it’s not my radio anyways.”
She looked over at me, “So what’s your name anyways?”
Her eyes widened, “Oh my god, the chick that Noah always drooled over? He finally got you, did he? Wow, the way he was talking last time I saw him was that any relationship with you was in the dumpster.”
Wow, I guess Noah really wasn’t kidding. He really did think about me all the time. I mean, I believed him when he said it, but to hear it for myself… it just makes it more of a reality.
I shook my head, “You could call it that right now.”
She frowned, “Aw, what happened?”
“Long story short? He’s mad at me because I won’t get rid of our baby. He thinks that if I keep it, it’s going to kill me. I have a bad liver and to continue this pregnancy I had to stop any and all treatments. Heck, I can’t even take a simple cold medicine. Anything I do could possibly hurt me or the baby. We haven’t spoken to each other in like… 3 weeks.”
She gasped, “Oh my god Riley, I’m so sorry. I mean, about your liver, not the baby. WAIT, my brother is having a baby?! Holy crap, this is amazing! I knew it would happen sooner or later with all the s-e-x he’s had, but to finally hear it, I’m just so happy for you guys!”
It took me a minute to understand why she was spelling out the word and then I remembered there were innocent ears in the room. On a side note, Noah’s sister is really blunt…
I sighed, “Yeah but he’s not happy with it at all. You should have seen his face and how cold his voice was. It sent shivers down my back. He was like a totally different person; it scared me.”
She smiled, “If I know my brother, and I do, he’ll come around. The way he used to talk about you non-stop when we were kids and how even as he got older you were still the only woman on his mind! He loves you too much to let you go that easily. You see, Noah likes to express his fear with anger, don’t let it get to you. He tries to be macho man and not cry when he’s upset, so he lashes out. Don’t be so hard on him; I’m sure he didn’t really mean what he said. You have to see if from his point of view.”
I looked over at her, “Yeah, you’re right. I shouldn’t be so hard on him.”
She nodded, “Trust me you don’t want to lose something as good as a relationship with someone you love. Being a single mother and working a full-time job is extremely hard. I mean Luke is a great father to Josh, but… it’s just hard without him always there. I don’t blame anyone for what happened with Joshua’s dad and me though. It’s my own fault for being stupid. You never really realize what you have until it’s gone. I guess that’s the whole reason I came to see Noah today. I’ve been pretty lonely and even though my brother can be a jack a-s-s at times, he still has some really inspiring words of advice.”
I sighed, “Yeah I know what you mean. He’s always been so sweet to me. Even when I threw it all back in his face he still came back and he tried even harder. Ophelia I really do love your brother. It took me long enough to get over my fear of being with him, but I’m glad I finally caved. I just wish the first day I told him that that it didn’t have to end in an argument.”
“Yeah, but like I said… just give him time.”
I looked over at her and saw that her entire demeanor had changed. I know she’s talking to me about Noah, but I can’t help but think she’s talking to herself as well.
I placed a hand on her shoulder, “Hey, he could come around. If someone truly loves you they will always come back to you. It may seem tough now, but I’m sure with time it will get easier. I know it’s not my place to say this, but… even if you never make peace with Josh’ dad… you will always have your son. A baby is the most wonderful gift any mother could ever receive. I’m only about 1 month and a half and I already love my child more than air. If you can’t find a way to be with his dad, then just treasure every moment you have with him.”
She smiled up at me, “You know, I never thought about it like that. Thank you Riley, I needed to hear that.”
It was right in the midst of that, that Noah came home. I don’t even really know how long Ophelia and I were talking for; it had to be at least an hour. It was really nice talking with Ophelia; sometimes a girl just needs to talk to another girl.
Noah stared at us, “Phea?” he questioned, “I didn’t know you were going to stop by. Are you taking Josh to Luke’s? Do you need me to watch him for you?”
She shook her head, “No, I just stopped by to talk with you but… Riley filled your shoes while you weren’t here. I guess in a way we helped one another out today. Oh, and I’m tired of traveling back and forth from Bridgeport to AP; I just rented a small apartment in the city. It’s easier on me and it’s easier on Luke.”
“Well alright then. Do you need anything else?”
She stood up and then grabbed Joshua, “No that’s okay, bro. I’m feeling much better now.”
“Are you sure?”
She laughed walking out the door, “The only thing I want from you is for you to tell Riley you’re sorry. Don’t even say what for because I’ll come back later to slap you.”
“ Uh, uhm, I mean I-“ he sighed, “Good-bye Phea.”
Noah’s Point of View
Oh god, I can only imagine what my sister said to Riley. Knowing her it was probably extremely embarrassing things. That’s not important right now though, what’s important is what she said to me before leaving. The way Phea was talking, it seems as if Riley has told her what’s going on. God, doesn’t she understand that I’ve tried to say I’m sorry? I hurt Riley so bad by saying those things to her; I was sure she just didn’t want to speak with me, so I kept my distance. I’m not mad at the baby, I’m mad at myself. It’s my fault Riley is pregnant and now she is going to have to suffer constantly. She may not think I hear her when she’s doubled over in pain, but I do. It breaks my heart over and over to see her suffer and know that I can’t do jack!
“Well…” Riley sighed, “I guess I’m just going to head to bed early. Good night Noah.”
“Riley wait!” I blurted out, “I mean it’s too early to go to bed. Wouldn’t you rather just talk?”
She shook her head, “There is nothing to talk about Noah. You made it pretty clear how you feel. I don’t feel like bringing this up again, it’s bad for the baby if I get upset. Just do me a favor and leave me alone.”
This is the reason why I kept my distance. I knew if I even tried to talk with her she would start getting defensive again. I mean, I don’t blame her for feeling this way, I treated her like crap.
“Riley please…” I begged, “I promise I won’t get you upset. There is just something I really need to get off my chest.”
She rolled her eyes, “Fine. What is it?”
I stepped towards her, “Can you ever find it in your heart to forgive me? I’m so sorry for hurting you, Snoot. I didn’t mean to say all those hurtful things. I’m just afraid to lose you, I don’t know what I would do if you- If you… well you know.”
Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t CRY!!
She smiled, “You know you’re really stupid? It’s okay to feel upset Noah. Why do you try and cover it up with boiling rage? Sometimes it’s okay to just cry you know. Us fighting like this is not going to make the baby go away or come any faster, nor is it going to heal my liver. We have to stop all this fighting and keeping things for one another. How about a truce? I don’t know about you, but I can’t take it anymore.”
I just stood there staring at her with this dorky grin spread across my face.
She growled, “Did you even hear a word I just said?!”
I laughed, rubbing the side of her face, “I’m sorry, you lost me when you smiled.”
She slapped my hand away, “You’re so cheesy.” she laughed.
“All jokes aside, I really do agree with you. I don’t want to keep anything from you anymore and I don’t want to fight with you. I promise I’ll do everything in my power to make sure this pregnancy goes like it’s supposed to. I really am happy about this baby. It makes me even more ecstatic knowing that you’re carrying it.”
She smiled before wrapping her small arms around my neck. We just stood there in an embrace for which seemed like forever.
She leaned forward and whispered, “I got a surprise for you.”
Oh god. I knew what that meant.
I pulled her back, “Uh, Riley as much as I would LOVE to do that with you, uh, err… what about the baby? I don’t want to hurt it.”
She started cracking up laughing. Okay, what’s so funny? I’m being completely serious! Great, now she’s making my face turn red. I probably said something stupid…
“Oh, Noah… you’re so cute. The baby isn’t going to get hurt, it’s perfectly normal for people to sleep together when the woman is pregnant. “ She tugged at my arm, “Now come on. Don’t keep me waiting.”
I hesitated, “Can’t we just, like, cuddle or something? I’m seriously still trying to get used to a thing growing in you, let alone do that to its home…”
She sighed, “Fine you big scared-y cat…”
Sleeping with her would have been amazing – of course – but I was still unsure about that whole baby thing. I was NOT going to be the one getting blamed for hurting it or giving it brain damage or something! I know I’m over-reacting, but I think I’d rather wait until that little thing is out of her before we decide to do that again. I can’t enjoy myself if I’m worried.
Her lying in my arms was good enough for me though. Just holding her next to me and listening to her breath. I still can’t believe that she loves me. Sure we started off on a rough patch, but I know things are going to get better. I just have to believe that, otherwise I’m going to kill myself with guilt.
“I love you Riley.”
“I love you too.”
Riley’s Point of View
True to his word, Noah was always right there by my side whenever he could be. Work always separated us during the day, but as soon as he got home he was glued to my hip again. Most people would get annoyed by people following them around and asking them if they were okay, but I liked it. I mean, what’s not to like? He waits on me hand and foot! I don’t have to do anything at all!
He rubbed my stomach, “Is the baby okay? Are you feeling any kind of pain? Do you want me to go get you something to eat?”
I laughed at him, “Noah I’m fine. Stop over-working yourself and go get some sleep. You’ve been going all day long.”
“I’m just trying to make sure you’re alright. You sure you’re okay?”
I pointed to our room, “Go to bed right now.”
He chuckled, “What happens if I don’t listen? Are you going to spank me?”
“No I’m going to beat the crap out of you, now GO!”
God, he’s so thick-headed! I love that he helps me but I don’t want him hurting himself. That would make me feel awful.
As time progressed the pain grew more intense. It would hurt so badly at times, I would find myself curled up on the bathroom floor begging the pain to stop. I never knew if I was going to throw up or not when the pain came, so I would always just wait by the toilet until it passed. I wish there was something the doctors could do for me to help with the pain, but they honestly don’t have anything weak enough to keep my liver from failing. If I want this baby to live, I have to do the noble thing and take all the pain this pregnancy causes me.
“Just 6 more months…” I cried, holding myself tight as the wave of pain struck through me.
After the pain died down, I stood up and let out a sigh of relief. Those random acts of pain took everything out of me. I felt weak to my knees and short of breath. My hands would shake and my body would sweat. I hate this pain… but I love my baby.
“It’s okay baby, mommy is not giving up.”
Now that my baby was big enough to move around it made the pain doubly worse. It would hurt so bad I would have to get out of bed at night and just find a position to place myself in to make the pain die down. Some nights all I had to do was prop my legs up a certain way or sit at a certain angle. Other nights I found myself with my knees on the ground and my head leaning against the couch. I did whatever I had to, to make it go away.
Noah knew of the pain I went through, but he had no idea how bad it was. He also didn’t know that I was awoken on most nights to side stabbing jolts across my stomach, but I would never tell him that. He worries about me enough; I don’t need him staying up all hours of the night because of me. I’d love to have him comfort me and hold me tight when I experience this pain… but I have to think about how it will affect his job. I don’t want him getting fired because he can’t stay focused from lack of sleep.
Most days in Bridgeport were cold and damp. The clouds over head would be so dark it’d make the happiest person alive become depressed. What I mean is that being pregnant and there being so many gloomy days, it just does my mood no justice. Any sad or upsetting thought imaginable would pop into my mind. I’d look at my growing belly and wonder what would happen if I died right now. Would they be able to save my baby, with me being only 6 months along? Would Noah be able to cope with such a small and helpless little person?
I know the thoughts are depressing, but like I said… gloomy days bring on gloomy thoughts.
God I felt like I was just about ready to burst! My stomach was GINORMOUS! I couldn’t even walk straight anymore, my belly would protrude forward causing me to waddle. Noah kept calling me a penguin, but I didn’t find that very amusing. I’d punch him every time he said it but he’d just laugh at me and call me it again. The worse one was ‘my cute little penguin’ there is nothing CUTE about being HUGE! And god, I hate pet names! He’s lucky I like Snoot or I’d punch him some more for that! Ugh there go my hormones again…
Deep breaths Riley…
“Noah?” I sighed, pulling myself off the couch, “Can I please see it now? You’ve been hiding it from me for two weeks!! I’m DYING to know what it looks like!”
He laughed, “What, you don’t like waiting?”
I cast him a glare. If there is one thing in this world I hate, it’s WAITING!
“Just show me the room!!”
He laughed louder, “Alright, alright. This teddy bear is the finishing touch anyways, so yes, you can see it now Snoot.”
I walked, err, waddled as fast as I could past Noah and into my old room. The moment I stepped through that door my jaw dropped.
“Oh my god, Noah! You did all of this by yourself?? I mean, I knew you were making a nursery the entire time… but I never pictured it to look so AMAZING!”
He laughed, “Gee thanks Riley, I’m glad your expectations of me are low.”
I slapped him, “You know what I meant!”
He grabbed me gently and pulled me into a hug. I squeezed the dear life out of him, that’s how happy I was. This room was simply breath taking and he did it all by himself… just for me. Actually I should say, just for the baby- Whatever it may be.
He pulled back, “So you really like it? I was going to go with yellow, but green seemed to fit the theme better. Also I don’t care what people say, yellow still seems girly. Green is a great color and I’m sure if we have a boy or a girl, that they will love it.”
I smiled, “Yeah and he or she will love it even more because her daddy made it for her.”
“I just want the best for our little baby.” He smiled, leaning down and kissing my stomach. The sudden touch on my stomach and the sound of Noah’s voice caused the baby to squirm and kick.
“Oh, ow! I think she knows you’re there.”
He laughed, “Awww… he’s going to be a daddy’s boy.”
“No she’s going to be a mommy’s girl! She just knew you were there so she tried to get away.” I argued.
He chuckled, “Yeah you wish!”
Two weeks had passed since the day Noah had finished the baby’s room. It was around 8:45 at night that I decided to just relax a little in bed before Noah and I watched a movie. He told me he just wanted to take a shower first and then he would be right out. The room was quiet; the only sounds that could be heard were faint noises Noah was making in the bathroom. It was in the midst of that quiet that a pain shot across my side.
My first and only reaction to this pain was to jump out of bed and brace myself for the rest of it. I’ve been having these terrible pains for so long now my body has gotten itself into a routine. The thing is the pain was different this time. It came sharper and more forced.
I took a step forward, unsure if I should yell for Noah or wait it out like I always do. That’s when it hit me. The pain coursed throughout my entire body, knocking me to the ground. The pain was so intense it felt as if someone was stabbing me repeatedly with a knife.
“NOAH!!!!”I screamed, digging my nails into the carpet.
Was I in labor? It didn’t feel like I was. It didn’t feel like a contraction but more of ungodly stabbing pains. The pain didn’t let up; it just grew thicker and sharper. I tried to scream for Noah again but I could hardly breathe as it was. OH GOD IT HURTS! Please Noah…. Please help me!
As if he could read my mind, a light flicked on and Noah stood in front of me.
“Riley, I thought I heard a- RILEY?!” he screeched, running over to me.
He dropped to his knees in front of me and began to spill out 100s of questions at once. I could barely say his name let alone answer even one question!
“Riley?!” he gasped, “What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Is the baby coming??!”
“I… can’t… breathe…”
Here is a full view of the baby’s room Oh and so nobody rips my head off, I’ll just tell you the baby is a boy.
Thanks for reading! Riley finally confessed to Noah that she loves him and even though they didn’t see eye-to-eye at first they eventually got over that hump and finally entered into a relationship! Noah did everything he possibly could for Riley, as well as the doctors. Basically in so many words they just had to let nature take it’s course. They could do nothing more than monitor her liver and the child. It’s coming to the end of her pregnancy, but Riley is having an attack so fierce she can’t breathe! Also yes, Luke moved to Bridgeport after a while and to save herself the headache Phea also moved their as well. So Noah has a little bit of family close-by now If you couldn’t tell right away by that red hair, yes Joshua is Luke’s son. I know I said it in the chapter, but I just wanted to mention it again.