Please Tell Me What We Have Is Real

Christmas and our anniversary came and went, and now I was seven months pregnant. Being so, I was finding things I used to do to be more challenging. I was always hungry, pissed off or emotional. Plus I couldn't find a way to sit or sleep that was comfortable. Poor Brian would have to put up with it because, well I don't know why but I loved him for it. I was sitting on the couch when Matt and Val burst through the door and then flew into the living room, nearly giving me a heart attack.

"Damn guys, alittle warning would you!" I yelled putting my hand over my heart.

"Sorry, we actually need to tell you something." Matt said.

"Okay what?"

"Brian was on his way home, and he ended up crashing. They called us by accident since we talked to him last." Val said. By this point my heart and I think Madison's was pounding hard.

"What! How the hell, what the hell? Why didn't they call me. Is he okay?" I was freaking out and tears were pouring, I couldn't imagine what would happen.

"They won't tell us anything till you get there. They said since your his wife, you find out first. Everyone's on their way there so we need to go now." Matt said. I could tell he was upset and felt guilty. I put on my uggs and grabbed a hoodie and my purse before going out the front door, letting Matt lock it behind me.

The whole way there, I tried to keep my stress level down. I was panicking and I could tell Matt and Val were to. When we finally arrived at the hospital, Matt dropped us off at the entrance and went and parked. Walking in through the entrance, I looked at the waiting room and noticed everyone was already there. How was it they all found out and I didn't.

"Hey have they said anything yet?" I asked no one in particular.

"They said they would once you got here." Zacky said. I could tell all of them were just as scared as I was. I walked up to the desk and asked them, and they said a doctor would be right out. I went and sat down next to Papa Gates, where he placed an arm over my shoulder and pulled me into his side. It was thoughtful but nothing could comfort me until I found out about Brian. Just as I was about to head to the bathroom, a doctor finally walked out of the doors and our way.

"Is Mrs. Haner here?" He asked.

"That would be me." I said. My voice was shaky, with a hint of fear in it.

"I remember you from a couple months back. Brian is fine. He has some bruised ribs, a few cuts and bumps. Luckily nothing was broken or damaged. You can go see him now if you would like. He might be groggy because he did have surgery to repair a torn leg muscle. It's room 234." He said. I said thank you and told them I wanted to see him first, to which they all understood.

Walking down the corridor, I was nervous as to how bad he would look. Finally reaching the door, I pushed it open and was greeted with the sight of Brian. He was covered in some bandages and you could see bruises and cuts, but other than that it wasn't that bad. Walking up to the bed, I grabbed his hand and just said, "baby, what happened." I didn't notice his eyes flutter until his hand grasped my tigther and I looked up into those beautiful chocolate colored eys I love so much.

"Hey baby, when did you get here?" Only he would ask that.

"Like five minutes ago. No one called and told me, Matt and Val came and got me. You had me so worried." I said all in one breath.

"Really. They just said they wouldn't tell anyone anything until my wife got here. So, I was waiting for you." He said.

"Yeah. I wish I really was that though. But they told me nothing serious was hurt, just your leg. So, I felt alittle relieved." I said to him. It was then I noticed the gauze wrapped around his left leg.

"I wish you were to. We have a few more months though. Or we could just go do it in a couple weeks. Your pick." He knew not to tempt me. But I could but crack a smile at him because it felt good that he still could joke at a time like this.

"Don't tempt me love. But I'm thankful your okay." I said leaning down to peck his lips.

"Me to. Don't stress, I'm fine and they said I could leave tomorrow. Where is everyone else, I know they're dying to get in here."

"Probably about to sneak in right now." I said. I had moved to sit on the bed by him, my legs facing him so that he could place a hand on my well rounded stomach.

Just as I thought everyone came barrelling through the door at once. It was a sight to see. Papa Gates ran over to his son and starting saying how worried he and Suzy was. Brian just said he was fine and told all of us that a drunk driver had slammed into the passanger side of the car. I was grateful that he didn't drive the motorcycle this morning. I never wanted to imagine my life without him.