Never Be the Same
Chapter 17: Sam's POV
"This can't be happenning." I
repeated quietly as I nervously paced in front of the hospital
room's door.
I kept thinking the worst, and everytime I did, my throat went
dry and I had to blink hard to contain my emotions.
I hated this feeling of being so left out on something so
important to you.
I finally had a family of my own going for me, and I was afraid
it would slip through my fingers and diasppear right then and
there.
I couldn't lose the baby right now, I couldn't lose
Kendra ever.
I wasn't sure if the silence I heard coming from the room was
because something was seriously wrong, or the fact that these
rooms could possibily be sound proof.
But then the thought of the first one crept into my mind, why
else wouldn't I be allowed with Kendra?
"Sam!" I heard a voice say, and I locked out of my
trance to see who.
Kendra's Aunt Lindsey rushed up to me, her eyes looking
frantically around.
"What's going on? Is everything okay? You sounded scared
on the phone." she threw out in one breath.
I shrugged, my foot shaking in nervousness as I blinked hard a
few times.
"I don't know, but I'm terrified." I croaked,
truthfully.
I really did come to love Kendra, in the amount of time I'd
been with her.
The past 6 and a half months being with her were the best I'd
ever experienced, and I know I didn't want it to end yet.
There was so much we were looking forward to, naming our child
together, finishing the perfect nursery, seeing her for the first
time, graduating college, and maybe one day getting married.
I know it was way to early for me to be thinking about marrying
Kendra, but she was the right one, I just had a feeling about
it.
She had what I always looked for in a girl, plus a whole lot
extra. What more could I even want?
She actually gave me a chance, and that's the most I could
have ever asked for from her.
Since the first day I saw her at her job at the coffeeshop, there
wasn't one day I went without her somehow popping into my
mind.
Whether it be something she did at some point, something she
said, or simply her perfect face alone.
"Sam," Kendra's doctor said, as she poked her head
out from the door.
My head perked up, and I was preparing myself for the best and
worst I could actually hear.
Her face lightened up, but I didn't know if it was for
sympathy or happiness.
I guess it was up to me to find out, as I noticed when she waved
me in, opening the door wider.
I sucked in my breath, and stepped in to see an exhausted Kendra
smiling down at a small bundle of hospital blankets.
I instantly felt my entire body relax, and sped up my pace to get
right beside her.
I took a glance into the blankets, and saw a perfect little face
peeking out of it.
"Is she sleeping?" I whispered, over Kendra's
shoulder, quiet not to make loud movements.
She nodded, pushing a single piece of brown hair from the small
infant's forehead.
I looked at the multiple different types of tubes and machines
attached to my daughter and felt helpless.
"Congrats, Dad." Kendra laughed looking at me, before
snuggling the baby closely to her.
I smiled widely, not even bothering to hide it. Kendra moved over
slightly, and I carefully sat beside her.
"So, what are we going to name her?" I asked, steadily
rubbing the top of my daughter's head, kissing it after every
few seconds or so.
Kendra shrugged, "I thought you would have thought of some
ideas out in the waiting room."
I shook my head, chuckling lowly and halfheartedly.
"No way, I was too busy freaking out to even try that."
I replied, and Kendra laughed as she handed the baby over to
me.
Both of us became quiet after a few more seconds, and turned our
attention back to our tiny little daughter slowly breathing in
front of us.
"You know, the doctor's said she's lucky to actually
have been this early, and be able to live out of an
incubator." Kendra informed me.
I nodded slowly, taking in everything that happened in the past
few minutes.
"How about Alana?" I asked Kendra, and her forest green
eyes looked up from the baby to me, filled with confusion,
"Alana Lynn."
"What made you think of that?" Kendra asked, raising an
eyebrow at me.
"Well, you said your mother's name was Lynn,
right?" she nodded, smiling, "Well, I used that, and
the fact that Alana means special, and I don't know about
you, but she's special to me." I grinned at her.
Kendra playfully rolled her eyes as I turned my attention back
down to the small hand barely wrapping around my thumb.
"You're such a softie." Kendra laughed, planting
her soft lips onto mine, "but I still like the
name."
I grinned slyly against her lips, "Well, I like you." I
playfully teased.
Kendra pulled away, "Well I like you more." she fought
back, pinching me playfully.
"Well, I love you," I blurted out, not even
thinking.
I mentally slapped myself, how could I be stupid enough to even
bring that up? She doesn't love me, at least, maybe not
yet.
Kendra's tensed up face looked at me with a multitude of
emotions, before it finally softened.
"I love you too, Sam." she replied, making me
fly.
Heeeeeey hey hey!:D Sorry it took a while,
school is still tough, so still bare with me!
