Chapter four

Shawn

Six weeks have passed since my grandmother passed away and I possibly knocked up Abbigail. She hasn't really shown any signs but she still hasn't gotten her period. She made an appointment with her obgyn and I was going to go with her. She'd already explained to her doctor about my condition and that it's possibly my baby she's pregnant with. 

I was on the phone with my mom, sitting at a light and letting her know I was on my way to pick up Abbigail for her appointment. My light turned green and as I drive forward a car slams into my door, running their red light. My car spun into the car sitting at the light and my mother's voice echoed through my car. 

"Shawn, honey, can you hear me," she chokes, scared.

"I've been hit. My head hit the steering wheel hard and I can't feel my leg. I need to get to Abbigail," I say in a disoriented tone. "I need to see her, I need to know if she's having my baby."

"Your father is calling an ambulance. Where are you?"

"I'm on Downs Street," I say losing conciousness. 

"Stay with me Shawn," mom says softly, as I start tof close my eyes. "Think of Abbigail."

"I need her, I need to know if she's having my baby," I choke in a whisper. "I need you to help her, help her stay calm."

"I will, just stay with me."

"I'm scared, I need to see her, I need to know if she's having my baby," I choke in sobs and pass out.

Abbigail

I'm worried. Shawn is fifteen minutes late picking me up for my appointment. She's not answering her phone and it's scaring me. She always answers her phone and when she doesn't she always calls me in a few minutes. 

I already called and rescheduled my appointment and told them about my ride being late and not answering. I was about to call Joyce when there was a knock at my door. I answer the door and Joyce's perfume fills my nose.

Panic takes over and tears fill my eyes. "Where is Shawn," I ask in a choked whisper. "She won't answer her phone and I'm scared. I've felt sick all morning and I'm not sure if it's just my nerves."

I feel my head spin and a pair of arms catch me as I start to collapse. "Easy sweetheart," Joyce says in a soothing tone. She guides me to my couch and takes my hands in hers. "I need you to stay calm for me okay, your baby needs you to stay calm."

I take one of my hands from her and caress my stomach. "Honey, your face and eyes are a dead give away," Joyce says in a comforting tone. "Your cheeks are flushed and as a mother I can tell by looking in your eyes."

I take a deep breath and let it out as tears roll down my cheeks."Can you please tell me what's going on with Shawn," I ask in a choked whisper. 

"She was on her way to pick you up when a car ran a red light and struck her side of the car. I was on the phone with her the whole time and was talking to the paramedics as they arrived at the scene. She has a mild concussion and her left leg is fractured in two places from the impact. Other than that its bumps, bruises and scratches. She's stable and in surgery," Joyce says in a soothing tone so I could keep calm.

"I need to go to her, I need to know she's okay. I need to tell her...," I choke in sobs and Joyce takes me in her arms. "I need her so I can calm down with that scent of vanilla and lavender that I can't get enough of."

Moments later her familiar smell filled my nose, but I knew she wasn't here. Joyce wouldn't tell me that knowing that I could be pregnant. I reach in the direction of the familiar smell and someone else was holding out her favorite hoodie. "Mom and I stopped by her place knowing you'd need it to calm down," Annie says softly, helping me into it and I burry my face in the calming scent. 

Fresh tears roll down my cheeks and I ask in a choked whisper, "Who is all here and knows about the baby?"

"We're all here for you sweetheart," my mother chokes in sympathy and I hear my father, sister and Mr. Andersen chime in. 

I let out a huge sigh of relief and relax against the couch. A wave of nausea washes over me, I groan and curl up in Joyce's lap.  She massages my head and I groan with relief. Slowly the nausea goes away as I breathe in the lingering scent of Shawn's hoodie. 

I feel as someone sits with my feet in their lap and they remove my shoes. As the remaining nausea subsides, sleep starts to take over me. I feel hair being tucked from my sleeping face and Joyce whispers quietly, "Let's let her sleep until we get an update on Shawn."

 

Joyce woke me a few hours later, Shawn was awake from surgery and asking for me. I sat in the back seat of the car, against the window and kept to myself. Thankfully I was left alone, not wanting to be bothered. I burry my face in her hoodie, breathing in her lingering scent and thinking about how to tell her I was pregnant. 

Joyce said we could run a test to confirm when we got to the hospital and I agreed with it. My phone rang its default tone and I ignore it. It rings again, I sigh and reluctantly answer it. "Hello," I say in a distant tone, not wanting to talk to anyone but Shawn. 

"It feels good to hear your voice," Shawn chokes in a droopy tone.

"Shawn," I ask in a choked whisper, tears running down my cheeks and a hand caressing my stomach. 

"Yeah baby, I'm okay," she says softly in a soothing whisper. 

I had to take a deep breath to calm my overwhelming emotions. "I've never been so scared Shawn," I choke in sobs and breathe in her hoodie. 

"I just got off the phone with my mother, wondering where you were."

"I'm on my way to you," I choke quietly rubbing my stomach. 

"Abbigail, aside from my accident, are you okay? Your breathing is shallow and your words are wavering," she says with concern. 

"I'd rather tell you in person," I choke quietly, letting out a calming breath. "Your mom gave me your hoodie you wore the other day and I can still smell the vanilla and lavender as if you just sprayed it."

"I'm sorry I missed your appointment," she chokes feeling bad. 

"I'm just happy you're alive," I choke, breaking into uncontrolled sobs.  

My sister took my phone as I couldn't calm down and told Shawn we were almost at the hospital. I burry my face in her lingering scent and take deep breaths. I shake off Ashlee, trying to concentrate on taking calming breaths. If someone other than Shawn holds me right now, I don't think I could handle it. I needed to be calm for my baby. 

"I'm sorry," I choke in a whisper. "I need Shawn to help calm down and if I let you try, I'll break."

"I understand," she says in a soothing whisper. "You have a baby to worry about."

I turn my head in her direction and let out a deep, calming breath. I feel as the car comes to a stop and was relieved to finally get out of the car. My door is opened and Joyce's perfume engulfs me as she helps me out.

She leads me inside and a woman joins us, talking with Joyce. I tune out most of it until Joyce's hands caress my face to get my attention. "Abbigail, can you hear me," she asks with concern. 

I nod lightly between her hands and let out a calming breath. My head was starting to spin again and I grab hold of her as I stumble. "Abbigail," she calls my name alarmed. 

"Sit her down. The stress of your daughter's accident is taking a toll on her and could cause her the baby if she is pregnant," the other woman says in an authoritative tone, helping me into an examination chair. "I'm going to draw some blood, okay sweetie?"

I turn over my arm and rest my head back against the chair. She helps remove my arm from the sleeve so she can get a sample and offers me a ginger candy for the nausea and dizziness. "How long before we get results," I ask and felt like I was going to be sick. "I'm gonna be sick."

I feel a small basin held in front of me and immediately get sick. My hair is held back and I feel someone rub my back. "Deep breaths Abbigail," Joyce says in a soothing tone and I follow her instructions. "Good."

"I need to lay down," I say in a shaky breath, scared. "I need Shawn."

"Get her to Shawn, please," Joyce pleads in a desperate tone. "She could be pregnant with my grandchild."

It wasn't long before I felt myself being transferred to a wheelchair so I didn't have to walk. The woman said my results could be ready in an hour. I told her to give the results to my family or Shawn's if I were to fall asleep.

I feel as I'm wheeled to her room which wasn't far, thankfully. "Abbigail, mom what's wrong with my girlfriend," Shawn asks scared for me. "Help her up next to me."

I feel as someone gently helps me in the bed next to her and let out a calming sigh as her arms come around me. "I had her take a test when we got here. We'll know within an hour if she's pregnant or not,  but she's been showing the early signs since she let me in to tell her about your accident. She was already upset when you were late and not answering her calls," Joyce says in a comforting tone. 

The room went quiet aside from the machines Shawn was hooked up too. Her hand started to gentley rub at my stomach and it was helping subside the nausea and I groan with relief. I could barely smell the vanilla and lavender on her and it was making me upset. I sniffle as tears fill my eyes and burry my face into the hoodie.  Even the hoodie was losing her scent and I needed it to calm down. 

Shawn picked up on that instantly and started humming. I let out a calming breath and nuzzle my face in her neck. I heard multiple gasps of surprise from around the room. There was a knock at the door and the woman who was running my pregnancy test asks, "You already have her results?"

"I ran a test using the contents from the basin. It was positive with high pregnancy hormone levels," the lab tech says softly. "Congratulations."

Hearing that was enough for me to almost completely calm down. It was medically confirmed that I was pregnant and I didn't want to lose my baby. I could feel as Shawn tried to see if I was okay. I pull my face from her chest and her hand comes up to caress my cheek.

I find her face and lower mine to kiss her passionately and everyone in the room cheered. Our tears mingled at our pressed lips and she lays my head on her chest. One hand plays with my hair and the other caresses my stomach. "I love you," I choke with a smile and place my hand over hers on my stomach. 

"I love you too," she chokes and gives my head a kiss.

Shawn

Visiting hours were over and the doctors let Abbigail stay, knowing that she was pregnant with my baby and was at a high risk of losing it if she went through anymore stress. They also let her stay because most of them knew I was a cop or I toured with someone they knew.

My sister went back to my house after it was confirmed that Abbigail was pregnant and retrieved my body spray. I sprayed a little and it helped Abbigail drift off to sleep. 

Everyone was shocked to see how much of a difference it made for her to keep calm. She freaked out a little when visiting hours ended and everyone was asked to leave. That was another reason she was able to stay, she was stressing about leaving my side and being scared to leave.

Some of the staff congratulated us on our baby and blessed our baby's health. Some of them admired our relationship, both of us different in our own way. I have my double gender and she has no sight. An older nurse said that she'd never seen a love so pure between a couple like she has between Abbigail and me. 

Abbigail was wrapped tight against my right side you'd need a crowbar to pry her off. I don't blame her, if I a were her in her position I'd be doing the same thing. I was starting to feel tired and burry my face in her hair. I already asked the nurses to come check on Abbigail incase she needed the bathroom or needed to get sick.

 

I woke to Abbigail trailing her hands over my face, tenderly touching my face. She lays a gentle kiss over my wrapped head and played her fingers lightly through my hair. I rub at her stomach and she gives me a kiss. "I didn't mean to wake you," she says quietly, holding my hand to her lips.

I move my hand to caress her cheek and she leans her cheek into my palm. She holds my hand in place, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. One slips down her cheek and I sweep it away with my thumb. "I'm still here," I say in a soothing whisper. 

"I don't want to wait to move in with you, especially now that you can't drive to my place for another six to eight weeks. I'll be entering my second trimester by then and I don't want to be apart from you. I want us to go through this experience together, not apart," she chokes in a whisper.

"Okay, I'll get our families to help move you in while I'm stuck in here," I say softly, giving her a kiss. 

"Is this what you girls really want," my mother asks as she and the others walk in with breakfast for Abbigail and me.

"Yes," Abbigail and I say in unison. "I want to go through this experience with Shawn. We won't be able to alternate places for the next six to eight weeks and I don't want to be apart from her like this."

She lays back on my chest, taking deep breaths and I rub at her stomach. She lets out a relieved sigh and I kiss her head. "I want to know that both Abbigail and my child are safe and I can enforce it at my place," I say in a protective tone. 

"Please calm down," Abbigail whispers nuzzling her face in my neck, her voice wavering from nausea. 

I let out a calming breath and say softly, "I'm sorry. I just feel very protective of you right now."

I can feel as she breathes in the spray on my neck and rub her back to help her pass the nausea. Our parents and sisters watch with warm smiles and set up breakfast for us. Not long after Abbigail let out a relaxed sigh and lowered her face from my neck.

"Feeling better," I ask softly, kissing her head. 

She nods lightly against my chest and my mother comes over to her side. "I spoke with your mother and we noticed you were showing similar symptoms I went through while pregnant with Shawn. I brought you some things I ate in my early stages," she says in a soothing tone rubbing Abbigail's back.

Abbigail sits up and my mother helps her. "Thank you," Abbigail says with a light smile. 

"Anything for this little one," my mother says placing her hand on Abbigail's stomach.