Chapter 9: Just Save My Baby PT 2
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Brittany's POV:
She isn’t being rude. She is just being blunt. I don’t think she is happy with the choices I have made as one of her children. I hope she doesn’t regret paring me with Andrew.
“I have never regretted a thing with you my dear child. Andrew made the choices he did, which affected the ones you have made. Please listen because the next option is going make this harder on you. You can choose to save your child by staying here.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“Your body is healing itself, but your baby isn’t a part of your body. Your baby cannot start healing at the rate you do because he has not shifted yet.”
“My baby is a boy?”
“Yes, you are having a boy. If they save your baby, you must have a C-Section. You have already lost more blood than your body can handle. With a C-Section they will not be able to transfuse enough blood to save your life. Your son will live, and your mate will be heartbroken for a time.”
“What do you mean for a time?” If he loves me so much, how will it be fore only a time.
“There are forces at work that I cannot explain. Just know that he does love you and he will always remember you.”
“You always seem to know what I am thinking even though I don’t voice my thoughts.”
“I can project my thoughts, like I did earlier, when I told you to calm down. I, along with Nash, can hear your thoughts as well.”
“That is a neat trick. I have never seen a white wolf. We have blonde wolves like Lexi, but never pure white.”
“Nash is my brother and stays in wolf form to protect me from dark forces that try to enter our grove. We can only hear thoughts within the grove and it allows us to be able to feel a presence before we see them.”
My thoughts are swimming in my head, but she only gives me a short time to process before she demands an answer, “You need to choose now. Your baby is going to die.”
I start to feel a slight shock on my chest, “Ow.” I grab my chest like it is going to stop the discomfort.
“Your heart has stopped, and they are trying to bring you back. Teresa still hasn’t decided what she should do.”
“She has to save my baby.” With that revelation, the Moon Goddess snaps her fingers and I am falling.
I wake up to bright lights bearing down on me. I rip the mask off of my face and push the paddles off my chest. I grab my stomach to make sure I am actually back in my body and feel my bump. He is in there and if they don’t get him out now, he will die.
“Get him out. Save my baby.”
“Brittany, calm down or we will have to give you a sedation. We cannot save…”
“You cannot save us both. I cannot live without my baby in this life. You have to save him.”
“Are you sure?”
“I am positive. Save him, now.”
She moves to the base of the table and asks for a scalpel. “Brittany, I am sorry, this is going to hurt. If you scream, Andrew will come in here and he might try to stop us.”
“I understand.”
Her gaze lasts longer than I want it to. I just want her to save my baby, but I know I have just surprised her. I am not an aggressive person, nor do I handle what they do well. However, this is my son, and I will do anything I can to save him. He is going to be an amazing man just like his father.
I feel the scalpel nick my skin as I suck in a deep breath and grab the sides of the bed. I will keep quiet, and he will not know I suffered through the birth of our son. The first cut was agonizing. I felt like it was never going to end. She knows I am not going to live through this procedure, and she isn’t being careful. She cut me from side to side to allow more room to get my son out.
The pain is so intense, I can feel myself going in and out of consciousness, but I never return to that grove with the Moon Goddess. Thankful for my ability to hold on, I feel the last excruciating cut and the pressure of someone digging around in my stomach. The pressure recedes and I am able to breathe a little easier. At some point, I wasn’t able to hold on to the bed any longer. The weakness from my blood loss is setting in.
Did they get him out? Have they saved him? He isn’t crying. Oh my god, I was too late and now we are both going to die. Andrew is sure to die if he doesn’t have an anchor to this world. He has to make it. I hear Teresa shouting for things. Things that I don’t understand what they are, but she seems a little frantic.
I can see her from my bed. She is across the room and she seems to be working very fervently. You said he would live if I chose to give my life for him. Why would you lie to me? And that is when I heard the most precious sound in the world. My son’s cry for the first time.
Teresa brings him over to me quickly and places him in my arms. She is still supporting him, and I know it is because I don’t have long. We never decided on a boy name. We were still discussing one but hadn’t agreed on one yet. Looking into my beautiful little boy’s face, it doesn’t take long for it to come to me. “Luca, my sweet baby boy. I love you so much. Please, take care of your father.” With my last words, my eyes close and all I know is peace.
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