**Warning this chapter contains birthing poses. Nothing graphic of course shown, but if that bothers you then you probably shouldn’t look any further…**
Sam helped Lucy up the stairs, so she could have the baby in the bedroom and be more comfortable on the bed.
Lucy cried out and layed back on the bed. Her contractions were coming hard and fast. It felt like her stomach was ripping apart.
“Push Lucy, you can do it!” Sam said. Sweat beaded Lucy’s brow as she bore down.
“I’m not ready…”She kept chanting. “Don’t want to have the baby here Sam, please…” She tried to resist, but the urge to push was becoming overwelming.
“Lucy…I called the ambulance, but the storm is causing a lot of problems, by the time they arrive, if they can even make it…” Sam said, his sentance trailing off as he wiped the sweat from his own brow. “You trust me don’t you Lucy?” He stared into her eyes with what he hoped was more confidence then he felt.
“Of course I do…” She started, then the words were ripped away by a scream as she felt the need to push once more!
A half an hour later, an exausted Lucy lay back on the bed. Sam proudly held up his newborn son. He bundled the baby up in a blue blanket and presented him to his mother. She was exausted, and sore, but she held her new son and gazed up at Sam with love.
“Aaron.” Lucy said kissing the top of his head. He had a slight dusting of red hair on his head. He was perfect! All 10 fingers and toes were all accounted for!
Sam looked so proud he was beaming.
There home was tiny, and although it suited Sam and Lucy just fine, baby made three, and they decided it was time to sell there home, and move to bigger accommodations.
A year of love and joy had passed, full of discovery and new memories. Every day was a blessing.
There new home was close to the beach in a nice neighborhood. She could stand out on the deck and watch the sunset if she wanted. She loved being a wife and a mother.
Lucy was only working part time now as raising Aaron was more important to her. She loved her career but didn’t want to miss any moment with him. She wanted him to grow up with a mother who was around when he needed her.
Aaron was her mothers son through and through. He definitly resembled her more then Sam. He definitly had her coloring at least with his crimson hair, and golden eyes. There were also traces of Sam, especially in the shape of his nose and lips.
One of his favorite things was “The Claw.” He couldn’t get enough of it!
“Look out Aaron!” Lucy said raising her hand and curling her fingers. Aaron began to twitch and wiggle with anticipation. “Its the claw!!!” Lucy began to tickle him furiously. He giggled so hard that tears were streaming out of his eyes. She held him close and kissed his sweet little face.
“Mommy, again!” Aaron was just beginning to say a couple words in his adorable baby speak.
She set Aaron and his highchair, and was cleaning the house when the nausea hit. This was the third morning in a row. Was she pregnant? They weren’t exactly trying, but they weren’t not trying either.
Sure enough she held a pee stick in her hands and looked at the plus sign in the indicator window. She was definitly preggo.
“You’re going to be a big brother Aaron!” Lucy said lifting him up and holding him close.
She felt like she was starting to show earlier this pregnancy. She patted her small bump and waited for Sam to come home. She knew he’d be so excited!
Aaron had a voracious appitite. When his little tummy was rumbling, you better have food coming quick. He would sqwak and yell so loudly and pound on the highchair so loud it could wake the dead!
As Aaron ate, finally quiet now that he was stuffing his face, Lucy made herself some pancakes. She ate gingerly, not wanting to set off the nausea. Morning sickness was horrible this time around. She was constantly having to run off to the bathroom to vomit. She could only eat a couple bites before her stomach would start to resist.
Having Aaron down for a nap, Lucy sat back on the couch and started to doze off. She felt so sick. She swore she could smell the food through the refridgerator. She had already thrown out a bunch of things that were perfectly good just because she didn’t like the smell.
This was awful. How was she going to get through the rest of her pregnancy when evidently she had the nose of a bloodhound.
Despite how horribly she felt most of the time. She loved being a mother more then anything, and couldn’t wait to give Aaron a new brother or sister.
Aaron was a smart boy. He took to potty training like a duck to water. He loved to sit on the big boy potty.
Sam also did his part. He took over a lot of the chores and taking care of Aaron while Lucy was feeling under the weather.
Lucy woke up feeling strange. She woke up with an unlucky feeling, like something bad was going to happen. She absently rubbed her bump and hoped nothing was wrong with her baby. The baby inside gave a little kick as if to reassure his or her mother that they were fine. Hormones, Lucy thought. They were awful. She couldn’t watch a commercial without the water works!
Later on in the pregancy the morning sickness had let up some. She was able to eat again. She craved ice-cream. All the time. It was all she wanted. All kinds. She sat at the kitchen table alone eating her chocolate ice-cream, hearing Sam get ready for work.
“Don’t go Sam. Stay here today.” Lucy begged. “We can stay in, and snuggle and watch a movie or something.” She resisted hanging onto his leg like a child.
“That sounds wonderful, I wish I could, but I have to head into work for just a couple hours, I have the whole weekend off…” He promiced.
He gave her a peck on the lips and started to pull away…
Lucy grabbed him and pulled him close. Surprisingly she felt tears form behind her eyelids. She held them back, not wanting to be the stereotypical hormonal pregnant wife.
She let him go finish getting ready for work. As he was heading out the door he looked back with a smile.
“A few hours…” He promiced. “Love ya!”
“Drive safe!” Lucy managed. She resisted the urge to run after him and drag him back into the house.
She ran to the window and watched him climb into the passenger side. He carpooled with one of his co-workers.
The snow was out in full force, the wind howling fiercely. She paced back and forth feeling like she was going to wear a hole in the carpet. She watched the car until it rounded the corner.
Worries aside she could hear Aaron stirring down stairs in his nursery. He would be pounding on the bars in a minute if she didn’t hurry up!
“How is my little boy this morning?” Lucy cooed brushing her lips over his warm cheeks. Holding Aaron felt good. Some of the tightness loosened in her chest.
As she sat Aaron in his highchair and handed him his bowl of cereal, the phone rang. She waddled over and picked up the phone.
“Hello.” She said
“Hello, is this Mrs. Gallagher.” A strange female voice said.
“Yes it is..”Lucy said.
“Are you the wife of Sam Gallagher?” The voice asked.
“Yes.” She practically shouted! “Whats wrong? Is everything ok?” She babbled.
“This is Anna Plum from Legacy Memorial. Sam was just brought in to the E.R. He was in a serious car accident.” Lucy almost dropped the phone, tears blurred her eyes. She clutched the phone so hard she thought she heard the plastic crack. “I have sent a squad car to your home to bring you to the hospital.”
“Is he ok? ” She asked bawling. When the voice didn’t respond she repeated her question. “I said is he O.K!” she shouted.
“Mrs. Gallagher. I can’t provide you with any updates on his condition. The police are on there way, they should be there shortly.”
Lucy hung up the phone and threw it on the floor. She screamed and cried in disbelief. This was not happening. She thought. She pinched herself, believing she would wake up any minute. Aaron added her cries to hers. She started towards him.
Suddenly a pain ripped through her abdoman. She clutched her stomach in pain almost dropping to the floor.
She felt her waters burst. “Not now, oh god not now.” Lucy cried out as tears coursed down her cheeks. It was way too early! She still had months to go!
The police as promiced arrived minutes later. Her and Aaron were rushed through the winter snow sirens blaring en route to Legacy Memorial.
“Please tell me how Sam is…”Lucy babbled through the pain. “Why wont anyone tell me anything!” She yelled.
She was admitted quickly, and rushed up to a room. She was heavily contracting and knew by how fast Aaron arrived into the world, that this baby would also come fast.
“Please tell me how my husband is…”She begged reaching out for the nurse in pink hospital scrubs. “His name is Sam. Sam Gallagher.” She gasped. Bearing down as another contraction hit.
“Lucy you need to focus. This baby is coming now. I promice you as soon as I deliver your child, I will find out about your husband.” The doctor said.
Lucy sat up and pushed with all her might. A second later cries sounded in the air and the nurse hurried off with a small pink wrapped bundle.
“We aren’t done here!” The doctor said motioning for the nurse. “There is another baby on the way.”
Lucy felt the world dim from blood loss and exaustion. All she could think about was Sam, and how much she wanted him here with her. She started too hallucinate. She stared off past the doctor and the nurse who were working furiously to bring the second baby into the world.
She saw Sam standing there with a smile. He was looking at his daughter in the basinet. Tears clouded her eyes, his form wavered.
Another cry sounded loudly as she felt the second baby being pulled away from her body. When she looked for Sam he was gone.
Lucy fell back on her bed and closed her eyes. The doctors were busy attending to the babies. She turned on her side and felt the tears trail down her cheeks. She didn’t look as the doctor told her that she had given birth to daughters. Twins. Born prematurly but otherwise healthy.
She couldn’t look at them right now. “Please tell me about my husband.” She said, her voice lacking any emotion. She stared at the wall. The doctor looked at her with Pity and shook his head.
“I’m sorry…” He began. Lucy didn’t hear the rest of his words, she just closed her eyes.
As Lucy lay there broken and despondant, the doctor and nurse took the twins to the nursery where they could be looked at closely as they were premature. She never looked up from her bed.
It was days later that Lucy worked up the courage to even look at the twins. She leaned against the glass for a peak. They were so little!
She loved her daughters, but she felt her heart breaking inside her chest. Sam never got to see the birth of his twin daughters, he would never get to see their first day of kindegarten. He never would get to see Aaron grow up and head off to college or take his first steps. He wouldn’t get to walk his daughters down the isle or throw a baseball to Aaron. Lucy and Sam would never grow old together like she had dreamed of. Her world began to revolve around the word never. Never again. The word was so final.
She turned from the window and ran back down the hall to her room.
Lucy put her head in her hands and cried.
“Oh Sam.” She cried. “I wish you could see your daughters.” She managed to say. “They are so little…One of them has dark hair like you. The other has red hair, like me.” Suddenly she was angry. She felt her face flush. “Why didn’t you stay home like I asked you too Sam?” She cried out. “If only you would have stayed home…”
She layed back down in the uncomfortable hospital bed and cried for everything she had lost.
Lucy was released from the hospital two days later. The twins who she named Breelynn and Brennan were still under observation at Legacy Memorial, but were doing good, and gaining weight.
Long after the funeral was done and the mourners had gone. Lucy stood staring at his grave stone for the longest time.
She still couldn’t believe he was gone. She didn’t think it would ever sink in. Sometimes she would think of something she wanted to tell him, and she’d turn around suddenly to only be reminded he was gone. A beam of sun shone down. Sam always said he loved the way the light played on Lucy’s crimson hair. He never again would tell her that… She felt like she was going to be sick.
She turned from the headstone and sat on the bench when she felt like she could no longer stand from the weight of grief.
How do you say goodbye to someone you really love? How do you go on living without them? Lucy wondered. How do you wake up every day knowing you’ll never see there face again?
She didn’t have any answers to her questions. In silence she sat on the cold stone bench and watched the sun go down over the hills. The snowflakes kissed her cheeks and she was reminded how cold it was. Standing up, she cast one last look at the headstone.
“Goodbye Sam.” She murmered. She started to walk.