Mongomery felt the blood rush to his head. He wrenched his hands together. Beads of sweat popped out on his fore head. His skin became pale and his heart beat speeded up. His legs felt like jello . The baby was coming and he didn't have a clue of what to do.
"Hey," she said. "Help me, I don'tno what to do," she said as she gripped the bed covers.
The sound of her begging voice brought him back to his senses. "Okay breathe in through your nose and out of your mouth. In and out, " he repeated. He was breathing so fast he started to hypreventilate. He couldn't catch his breath.
Another pain came stronger than ever, they were coming in waves now. She could hardly talk, "Are you alright?"
Mongomery turned to look at her. He couldn't speak either. He ran to the kitchen and dumped the chips out of their bag. After a few minutes of breathing into the bag he managed to get himself under control. His face was flushed as he returned to the sofa. "Sorry," he told her, feeling embarrassed.
"It hurts!" She yelled, clawing at his arm.
"Try breathing,"Mongomery told her without demonstrating this time.
She looked at him. "I Can't ," she cried.
Mongomery sat on the side of the bed. "We can do this," he told her, trying to make himself believe it as well. "I need to remove your panties," he told her. His face burned as he started to remove her under pants.
She felt the warmth of his hands against her bottom as he slid her panties down.Mongomery felt jittery. When he looked at her he saw pure pain in her eyes. He felt as if he was about to loose it again. All of this was too much for him to handle. Delivering a baby brought back memories he had buried long ago, he didn't want these memories to resurface. Another pain came, she grabbed his hand. Whether he wanted to are not he was the only one that could help her.
"Get it out! "She yelled. "I want it out!" She screamed.
" Raise your good leg," he told her. "I'm going to take a look now." He felt as if he may faint.
"Do you see it?" She asked.
"Do you see it?" She asked again.
"Uh, yeah,"he said nervously. "Push," he told her.
She pushed as hard as she could. "Is it out?" She asked. Another contraction came giving her the answer.
Once again she pushed. "Stop pushing!" Mongomery yelled.
"No! No! I want it out!"
Mongomery looked at her with a pleading look. She froze. "The cord is wrapped around it's neck."
"Oh God!" she cried.
The room grew quiet. Dear God, Mongomery prayed to himself. Please don't let my stupidity kill this child.
"Another contraction is coming!"
"Don't push," he begged.
Mongomery finally managed to remove the cord from the babies neck. His voice cracked as he spoke, "You can push now."
She felt drained, but some how she found the strength to push. The baby came out wailing. She laid back exhausted.
"You have a beautiful baby girl," he told her. He wrapped the baby in a blanket, and handed her to her mother. For a minute Mongomery thought she wasn't going to take her. He saw a tear slide down her cheek as she carefully took the baby and cradled her in her arms. Mongomery turned away to compose himself. "She's beautiful," he told her. "Do you have a name already picked out for her?" He asked, but knew it was stupid to ask the minute it came out. "Sorry," he told her. "I keep forgetting about your memory."
She grabbed his hands. She felt a serge of happiness flow through her veins as she noticed that he wasn't wearing a ring and nor was she. "I couldn't have done this without you." She gazed down again at the baby, then she lifted her shirt and put the baby to her bosom. The baby started sucking immediately.
Once again Mongomery felt the urge to take her breast into his hands. He wanted to kiss her, starting at her lips and trail down to her most intimate place. Mongomery slid into bed next to her. He wrapped his arms around her, he wanted to be close. Their eyes met. "You need a name," he told her. A smile came to his lips. "Ceile." Know sooner than he had said the name memories flooded in.
"Why Celie?" She asked.
Morgomery slide out of bed. That name ment alot to him, it was the name him and his deceased wife had named their dead baby girl. He hurried out the door,he needed to take a walk and clear his head before he did something stupid. He headed down the steps not realizing how icy they were. "W-w-w-w-woe!" He yelled as he slipped down the steps, counting each one with his butt.
Celie rasied up trying not to wake the baby. "Mongomery you alright?"
He tried to stand once again."W-w-w-woe!" He yelled again.
This time Celie was on the verge of trying to get out of bed when Mongomery came limping in. His hand held a flap of his jeans together that had gotton ripped when he fell. "You alright?" She asked ,still feeling the hurt of him leaving so abruptly.
"The snow has quit, but the steps are very icy," he said as he went to change his jeans. Mongomery wasn't sure, but he thought he heard her giggling.
Celie reached for the book on the near by table. She couldn't believe her eyes. The name of the book was Monsters In Your Mine by Mongomery Ashley. When she saw him round the cornor she looked for a few mintes before speaking, "Your a writer?"
"Yes," he answered. He had written that book after the death of his wife and baby.
Ceile flipped to another page, a picture fell into her lap. A pretty woman with brownish hair, sun kissed skin, and blue eyes. "Whose this?" She asked.
Mongomery stared at his beautiful wife Olivia. He went back in time. He was holding their baby that had died being born. His wife was dying too. "Don't leave me!" he had cried.
Olivia was holding on to the baby and to him. "Love again," she had told him. That had been her very last words.
Mongomery was sobbing loudly. "That's my deceased wife," he cried."My baby died being born." He paused to catch his breath. "Olivia died soon afterwards."
Celie took him into her arms. "I'm sorry for your lost."
Mongomery couldn't stop sobbing. "Celie was the name we gave to our daughter." He looked at her with pain in his eyes. He laid his head in her lap and sobbed some more ,until a knock at the door caused him to suck up the pain and move on.
"Police," said the man behind the door.
Dread filled him as he went to the door. He knew Celie or whoever she really was was about to be gone for good. He tried to make himself believe that would be for the better.
"We found a car in the gully, it belongs to a Avery Rose Wentwort. We believe she was on her way to give these documents to a Logan Ward.
Mongomery looked over the papers. She had been on her way to see the babies father. She wanted him to sign all rights of the baby over to her. Mongomery didn'tno why, and for now she wouldn'tno why either.
The police told Avery everything. Mongomery sat near by as they talked. An ambulance came soon after. Mongomery watched as they loaded her and the baby up. He watched until they were gone out of sight, and still he stood there watching for what seemed like hours. Finally he went inside to a cold lonely house.
As soon as they arrived at the hospital they took the baby away to examine her. Avery felt scared and all alone. She felt hurt when she realized Mongomery didn't even bother to come to the hospital. She had to go through everything alone. She had to have 25 stitches in her head. Her ankle was broken and was place in a cast.
"That man you was with took very good care of you," Said a nurse named Dana.
"What about my memory?" She asked.
The doctor pulled up a chair and sat down. "The cat scan shows you have a concussion. Your memory may come back in time, or it may never come back." Then he got up and walked out of the room.
The nurse opened the door and rolled the baby into her room. She placed the bassinet near her bed. Avery closed her eyes. She thought of Mongomery. She wanted him. She wanted him to want her too. She knew now he was still in love with his dead wife Olivia. The door to her room opened, a smile came to her lips, she hoped it was Mongomery, but it wasn't.
"This is Logan Ward," said the nurse.
He pulled a pen from his pocket, he reached for the papers and signed his name. He whirled around to leave.
"Wait!" Nurse Dana yelled.
He stopped dead in his tracks. He turned back around to look at them both. "What?" He asked.
"Can you tell us if she has any family?" Dana asked him. "You know she lost her memory, don't you?"
"Her parents died in a car wreck about two years ago." He walked over to her bed. He didn't bother looking at his baby girl. "She's an only child." He turned to leave again, but stopped. "She has a aunt and uncle living in Texas in a nursing home. They both have alzheimer, they wouldn't remember you."
Avery started laughing. She laughed so hard she cried. The nurse thought she was getting hysterical. The nurse was about to sedate her when she regained control. "That's ironic, I wouldn't remember them either."
He looked as if he wanted to laugh as well, but he didn't, he just walked out leaving Avery to fill in the blanks.
The nurse muttered a few choice words as she headed out of the room. Avery once again laid her head back. She finally let the tears fall. She had know one. "It's just me and you," she told her baby.
Avery stayed at the hospital for three days. The day she was leaving she didn't know where to go or what to do. The nurse wheeled her chair up to the taxi for her to get in. She didn't have a clue as to where she was going.
"Avery!" Mongomery yelled. She got into the cab. "Celie!" He yelled.
She turned to see Mongomery running toward her. Tears filled her eyes.
"Wait, don't leave. Come stay with me. I love you," he told her, feeling relief rush through him.
She gazed into his eyes. Their lips locked. They kissed for what seem like hours. "Meet Sarah Celie Ashely," she cried.
Mongomery cried as he took the baby. "Thank you." He kissed Avery again before taking his new family to the truck. A new beginning was taking place for the both of them. He was ready to get them home and make some long over due love to the woman he loved.