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The Rain- Part 19
by LeeLeeS (no login)
thanks for the awesome feedback! here ya go...
7:50AM…Over an hour after the delivery had taken place…
His eyes were clenched shut, as he slept his first hour into the real world. His body bundled up tightly in a blue blanket as his hands remained covered by the long sleeves of the nursery clothes.
Oblivious of his surroundings he slept, his eyebrows thick like his fathers’, button nose just like his mothers’.
Shawn stared at the infant before him through the glass. His hand raised against the glass kept him from smashing his head through it. All those months of torture had finally come with their dues.
Seeing him abruptly wake up and begin crying, Shawn nearly fell apart knowing the baby wanted his mother. His hand clenched into a fist as he watched a completely stranger pick up his baby, his baby. It was still completely surreal to him.
His eyes fell upon the name tag, he was nameless, and would remain nameless. His identity was yet to be made, his impact everlasting. Even with all the irony involved, there was still one thing was remained true; he was a Brady.
“Shawn?” Hope placed a hand on Shawn’s shoulder as he kept staring at the infant wagging his arms and legs into the air.
His eyes transfixed, he spoke as his voice remained solemn, “How’s JT?”
Bo stepped up behind Hope and answered, “He came out of surgery twenty minutes ago. They say he’s gonna be fine.”
Shawn nodded as if in approval, but afterwards remained motionless.
“How’s Belle?” Hope looked at him hopefully but all she saw was him swallow slowly as he closed his eyes for a second.
He nearly choked on his words as he spoke, “They won’t let me see her.”
“Is she ok?”
“I don’t know.” His eyes became slightly clouded with tears as he recalled the event to his parents. “She tried so hard. I knew it was killing her but she did it for me. Then I heard the cry—“ He motioned toward the baby before them. “I saw his little arms and legs whaling in the air. She closed her eyes for a second, but she never opened them.”
Then finally letting his tears fall he turned to his parents, “You finally have the grandson you always wanted.”
8:28
They sat in the waiting room, waiting for an answer. How could all this happen? Bo and Hope stared at what was left of their son as he sat their motionless, deep in thought, deep in pain. His eyes seemed to be fixed at the floor ahead of him.
“Shawn!”
All eyes bolted to the figure approaching with flowers in hand. Shawn watched as the person made it closer, in uniformed he looked vaguely familiar. He stopped a foot short of Shawn looked up at him. “Brady.”
“I was coming home to visit and they told me Tink went into labor. So being the great brother that I am, I got her these. Where is she?” Brady looked around Hope, Bo, Philip, then back to Shawn as his smile faded. “Why the looks?”
8:50
He walked into the dim room lit by candles. Candles of hope. Making his way to the alter, he immediately fell onto his knees. His eyes cried out for hope, his words cried out for help. “Please don’t do this to me. I’m on my knees begging you, I need her. She’s my sanity, she’s my hope, she’s my everything. You can’t just leave me like this. She doesn’t deserve this, our son doesn’t deserve this.
“Youth group, choir, church. I’ve done every damn thing possible for you, why are you punishing me? What the hell did I do that was so bad? All I ever did was fall in love.” He threw his hands up as he spoke angrily crying out for mercy. “And you’re taking that away from me.”
A deafening silence went throughout the chapel. “If you knew this form the start, why did you let me meet her, why did you let me marry her, why did you let me fall in love with her? And lastly—why did you let me carry on this false hope if you were just going to snatch it from under my feet?”
His hands shook as he reached for a candle. As he struggled to steady his hand, another candle was lit in the room. The last of his tears streaked down his cheeks as his voice softened, “Why did you let me believe this was the beginning, when it was just the end?” letting out a soft sigh he let his eyes wander around the room. “All I want is what you took away from me, cause it’s all I have left to believe in; hope.”
9:15AM
How could this happen?How could this happen to her? Tink… Walking around aimlessly in the hospital he waited for her to jumped out and give him a bear hug. But instead what he found was reality, unwilling to accept it.
‘Maternity’
Seeing the sign ahead of him he reentered the wing. He was turning towards the waiting room but someone in the opposite direction caught his attention, standing there one hand held against the glass, in a trance. Shawn.
Shawn stared at the baby sleeping in resentment. It’s your fault.You’re the reason why she’s not here. It’s your fault. His face was hard as he stared at the sleeping infant.
"Which one’s yours?" Brady stopped next to him and motioned toward the nursery. He could see the hatred coming from Shawn’s eyes as he pointed him out. He couldn’t blame him for taking it out on the newborn. It was human nature.
A pang of guilt washed over him as he took in the sleeping angel. Had barely came into the world and he’s already caused so much grief to the family, to his own father. "What’s his name?"
His eyes full of determination he turned swiftly to
Brady, "He’s not gonna have a name unless Belle’s here to name him."
Brady sighed, he’d seen this so many times. Being in the marines he was accustomed to families clinging to lost hope, how it was him. With that line of hope that he’d always despised he spoke, "If anyone can beat this, it’s her. I understand what you’re going through and everything’s gonna be fine."
He blinked letting some tears free, he looked at Brady unbelievingly, "You can’t say that."
"Why not?"
"Cause you don’t know that everything’s gonna be ok. And you can’t say that you understand cause there’s no way in hell you could—"
"She’s my sister!"
"She’s the love of my life!"
Brady grabbed him by the collar, his voice fierce, "She’s been your wife for a year. She’s been my sister for over twenty years, I was there when she broke her arm, I was there to pick up her broken pieces when everyone in this damn town turned against her. I was there, where the hell were you? Don’t you go around preaching to me, cause you don’t know shit."
His hands clenched around Brady’s begging for mercy. Pulling himself away from Brady his hand immediate went to his throat, checking to see if it wasn’t the size of a twig by now. "I don’t need any of this shit right now, least of all from you."
He took a couple steps away as he glared at his brother-in-law. His eyes red from the endless crying he’d been faced with. Shawn shook his relentlessly, ready to make his exit when Hope ran up to him. "The doctors trying to find you, she said she had some news."
His eyes widened as he gripped his mother’s shoulders. Looking up he spotted Dr. Ross walking down the hall.
He ran to catch up, "Dr.Ross!" He nearly crashed into her as she turned around. "How is she? Where is she? Can I see her?"
Dr. Ross laughed his frantic state, "One question at a time, Mr.Brady. Your wife lost a lot of strength from the pregnancy, we nearly lost her."
He sucked in his breath..Wait, she said nearly. That means…
"We finally stabled her and we’re pumping her with some vitamins and nutrients. She’s in her room sleeping but maybe this is a good time to introduce mother and son."
Shawn nearly fell onto his knees ready to thank that gods above for a second chance but held himself together as for the first time tears of joy escaped through his eyes. With thinking he turned to Brady and hugged him.
Brady chuckled and slapped him on the back, "Don’t keep her waiting."
10:55
"This my boy, is your mom." Shawn smiled as he held the baby in his arms, he turned so he could catch a glimpse. There she was lying there in a deep sleep, her stomach moved as she breathed, for once he was counting his blessings. Her golden locks were now spread on the pillow, there was little color to her but she still looked gorgeous to him.
He played with its little hands, "You may think she’s quiet now but just wait still she begisn to talk. You’ll want her to shut up."
"I heard that, Brady." He looked up surprised as she opened her eyes and stared at him blankly. Hearing a little cooing sound she saw the little bundle in his arms. Her voice was barely audible, "Is that him?"
He smiled and sat down next to her, "Mrs. Brady. I would like you to meet the reason for those 3 o clock snacks. You wanna hold him?"
"I don’t know if I’m strong enough—" She used her hands and tried to pulled herself up into a sitting position. Seeing her struggle he used his free arm to help her up. Wrapping one arm around her, he took her hand in his as he placed the baby in her arm, with his holding hers for security.
Taking the little hand in hers she felt the little fingers wrap around her index finger. It was so surreal to her. Feeling her weaken a little more she scooted over so that she as leaning on him. Just then the little guy let out a loud cry. She threw back her head on his shoulder and let out a soft laugh, "Just like his father."
Shawn took the other hand, "You see that? You see what daddy has to put up with?" She raised her hand to his cheek opposite of her, and like before let her glide down his face over his stumble.
There was a knock at the door and Brady’s head popped in, "Knock-knock Tink."
Her eyes widened as her older brother came into the room all smiles. “Brady?”
“The one and only. These are for you.” He held out the some what wilt flowers to her. As they slowly toppled over she raised an eyebrow. Taking his defense he set them down before her,” That’s the trend now, they’re supposed to do that.”
Leaning in he gave her a peck on the cheek. Then stepped back and took in the three standing there, a family.
Just then Philip appeared at the door, “Is it safe to come in?”
Shawn chuckled, “I’d say so.”
Philip looked squarely at Belle, “You won’t squeeze the crap outta my hand again right?”
“Does it look like I’m going into labor again?”
“I don’t know, I just thought it was a monthly thing with girls.”
She shook her head as her eyes rolled, “Just come over here and give me a hug.”
Philip did as told then took a step back, “Well I just came to tell you that I might have made some minor errors on the papers I filled out last night?” He tapped his feet lightly on the floor hoping not to get the infamous wrath that was Belle.
As Brady looked over the forms on the clipboard Belle questioned him slightly afraid of the answer, “What kind of errors?”
“You know, small things like maybe you’re birthday, insurance—“
“Whow, since when is Belle, a thirty year old Asian woman?!” Brady looked up from the papers with a suppressed laugh.
All eyes turned, “Philip!”
Throwing his hands up into the air he tried to defend himself, “I was nervous!”
Belle and Shawn shook their heads as Brady continued looking over the file with a smile and a laugh every so often. As the doors opened once more Dr. Ross appeared. Brady approached her with the forms, “Excuse me but my friend here made some mistakes when filling out this information.”
Dr. Ross put on an understanding smile, “Yeah, well I figured Belle wasn’t born in 1912.”
Attempting to tread the glares, Philip stammered, “You know I don’t see why you’re blaming me for this mishap. It’s your fault for trusting me—you should be happy I did what I did, there was like stuff coming out of her, nasty stuff.” He slightly shivered as he made a face just thinking about it.
Everyone in the room about broke out laughing except for Belle, who just seemed to weak to do anything. Dr. Ross took her blood pressure as Shawn held the baby. “Do you have a name for him yet?”
Shawn gave Belle a knowing look, but his smile faded as Belle spoke, “No, his name is not going to be Ryan.”
He looked at her incredulously. How the hell did she know?”And why not?”
Philip jumped in with his own suggestion, “How about Philip? It’s strong so your boy won’t be a wimp, and smart money wise.”
“Anyways.” Belle ignored his comment and turned to
Shawn, “Not Ryan.”
“Shane?”
“Robert.”
“Hell no. Jason.”
“O-o-o-,” Philip jumped up and down excited, “Rufus!”
Simultaneously both turned to him, “NO!”
“Jake?” Shawn suggested as he played with his son.
“No.”
“Spencer.”
“No.”
“Chris?”
“No.”
After much debate the new Brady baby was renamed and from then on known as Michael Everett Brady.
Belle sat there alone in the darkened room unable to sleep. The day had come and gone. After a lot of convincing Shawn had gone home to freshen up and sleep.
As the door opened light entered the room a silhouette appeared. It was the nurse as she rolled in Michael. “He wants his mommy.”
Belle pulled herself up after a couple of grunts of attempt. Gripping the railing she finally succeeded and waited for him to settle in her arms. As she fed the baby she could stop the truth from surfacing. I could’ve died.As much as she had tried to push the thoughts away, she couldn’t avoid it. It followed her every time she even looked at him. But she never shifted her blame to him, not once.
There was no way someone this helpless could’ve been the cause of all that pain. Rocking him back and forth she looked up surprised as the door opened an a large figure rushed in.
Cradling the baby, she strained her eyes, “Who is that?”
“Shhh, I’m not supposed to be here—“ Shawn crept up to her, his hair still damp from a shower and his face was smooth now from a shave.
“Then leave—“ She struggled to keep her voice low in fear that it would awaken the baby who now seemed to be in a deep slumber. Taking in his disheveled state, she looked at him concerned, “Go get some sleep.”
He threw his hands in the air and grinned, “How do you expect me to sleep when I don’t have someone using me as a punching bag at night?”
Scooting over she let out an exasperated sigh, “Get in Brady.”
“Awe..you know at times like this I know we were meant to be—“
“Your goal in life is to get a girl in bed, and unfortunately for me,I have a bed. Yeah, I see your reasoning.” She fell back on his chest and laid there with the bundle.
“How’s Mikey?” His voice floated in the air as he spoke softly as his head occupied the pillow.
“Feeding time—“
Raising an eyebrow he looked at her exposed breast, “Lucky kid.”
Her eyes widened as she tried to push him out of the bed, “Get out!”
He chuckled and dodged her punches fighting his way to stay on the small hospital bed, “You see what I mean about me being a punching bag?” After letting her cool down he opened his mouth once more, “You know I could sue for spousal abuse.”
Not even thinking twice she shot her hand out throwing him to the floor. A satisfied smile covered her face as she heard him moan and whimper, “What the hell was that about?”