LOVING HER TOO LATE

CHAPTER 019

Savannah's POV

It started as a dull ache. Nothing huge. Just a little cramp in my lower belly, like something I could walk off. But I couldn’t. I tried to ignore it at first—rubbed my stomach, paced the living room, even drank some warm water like Google said. But the pain didn’t go away.

It got worse. Fast.

I was alone in the apartment. Daniel had gone out to meet someone for work. My mom... well, we still weren’t talking. The silence in the room felt louder than the TV playing quietly in the background. I was curled up on the couch when a sharp pain stabbed through me like lightning. I gasped so loud I scared myself.

“Okay… okay,” I whispered, but my voice shook.

I stood up to stretch, thinking maybe the baby was just pressing on something. But the moment I did, my legs buckled. I dropped to the floor, clutching my stomach.

Something was wrong. Really wrong.

I fumbled for my phone. My fingers were slippery with sweat. I tried calling Daniel first. No answer. Voicemail. I tried again. Still nothing.

I sat there on the cold floor, breathing through the pain and blinking back tears. The seconds felt like hours. The pain pulsed—deep, heavy, and sharp all at once. My vision started going fuzzy around the edges.

"Help..." I whispered, even though no one was there to hear me.

Somehow, I found the strength to dial 911.

“My stomach... I’m pregnant. It hurts—bad. I—I don’t know what’s happening.”

The dispatcher kept me talking, told me help was on the way. But I could barely focus. Every breath made the pain worse. I crawled to the door so I wouldn’t have to yell when the EMTs got here. My body felt like it was splitting in two.

The moment they came in, everything turned into a blur of lights, voices, and cold air.

The ambulance ride was awful. Every bump in the road felt like a punch. I held onto my belly with both hands, whispering to my baby, begging them to stay with me.

“Please, please be okay. I can’t lose you.”

At the hospital, nurses rushed me into a room. They asked questions I could barely understand. Someone stuck an IV in my arm. Machines beeped all around me. One nurse gently told me they were checking for something called placental abruption.

“Is the baby okay?” I asked, but no one answered me directly.

Tears rolled down my cheeks. I was shaking so hard I thought I might fall off the bed.

“Where’s your partner?” one nurse asked.

“I’m alone,” I said. My voice cracked.

I’d never felt more scared in my life.

Minutes felt like hours. I stared at the ceiling, trying to breathe through each wave of pain. I needed someone. Anyone.

My hand reached for my phone again. I didn’t think. I just tapped the contact and held it to my ear.

“Sienna,” I whispered.

She picked up on the third ring. “Savannah? What’s wrong?”

“I’m at the hospital. It hurts. Something’s wrong. I—I’m scared.”

There was a pause, then her voice changed. “I’m coming. Just hold on.”

Those three words wrapped around me like a blanket. For once, she didn’t ask questions or argue. She just came.

When she walked into the room, her eyes went wide. I must’ve looked like hell. She rushed to my side and took my hand.

“You’re not alone now,” she said.

I let go. My body, my heart—they just broke. I cried into her arm, unable to hold it in any longer.

She stayed beside me while the nurses worked. She whispered things to keep me calm—funny memories, dumb stories, anything to distract me.

Then the door opened. A doctor stepped in, holding a folder. His face was serious.

“We found something on the scan,” he said. “Something we need to discuss immediately.”

I sat up straight. My heart dropped into my stomach.

“What is it?” I asked, but he didn’t answer right away.

He looked at Sienna, then back at me.

“It’s about the baby.”

I clutched Sienna’s hand tighter.

“What did they see? What’s wrong with my baby?”

The room suddenly felt too quiet, like it was waiting to break apart.

Was my baby still alive?

Was I going to be okay?

Why wouldn’t he just say it?

The silence was louder than any scream.