Fall for You; Gene

[Gene Wasek]

I nod as she corrects me and I shrug, waiting as she dug the keys from my pocket before we started up the stairs. I knew that Christa hated the stairs, but the lower apartments cost more money, and neither of us were exactly making millions. I grin back at her as she smiles over at me before she unlocked the door and I playfully cut in front of her before going directly back to my drum set to set the bed under it. I never used the set here, it wasn't as good as the one I had back at the Hideout, that we called it now. I sit back down on my butt like a toddler as I take the tags and fight with the plastic around the collar and leash.

[Christa Wilson]

I roll my eyes as Gene cuts in front of me and walks over to the drums. I close the door behind me and smile slightly to myself before taking off the smallest key ring and walking over to him. I crouch on the ground, the puppy looking around his new house before I let him down and look at Gene. My mind races and I lean against him, looking up at him with a smile before taking his hand. "Gene Wasek, will you marry me?" I ask, showing him the key ring and giggling lightly. It was kind of pathetic but at least I was trying to improvise. He would probably think I was joking so I would have to explain that I was serious about it, not just trying to joke around.

[Gene Wasek]

I look over as she comes to crouch beside me and I watch as Sam checked out his bed and I take him in my arms to put the collar around him before setting him back, nodding happily. I scoff and shake my head as Christa takes my hand before asking me to marry her. "You're crazy." I chuckle, shaking my head as I stand and offer her my hand to help her up. She had to be joking. It had taken me long enough to tell her that I'd loved her, but marriage? That was somethng totally different. I loved Christa, and I wanted to be with her, but we had our whole lives ahead of us. It could wait.

[Christa Wilson]

I hear him scoff and watch him shake his head, leaving me feeling crushed in a way. I knew he thought I was joking, it was obvious enough. With a nod, I force myself off the ground, grunting slightly. The weight was no help but everything had it's down side, right? I sigh mentally and lay on the couch, "Yeah, I must be." I didn't want to explain it, the fact that I wanted us already engaged or something. I knew it took him a while for everything but I was pregnant with his child, I moved in with him. I guess I was just crazy and now I would have to find some way to embrace it. I look over at Sam and watch him sniff everything, not caring what was going on.

[Gene Wasek]

I press my lips to her cheek after she gets to her feet and I start into the kitchen, pulling open the refrigerator to peer in to see what we could make for dinner. I huff and push my orange hair from my face. I really didn't feel like cooking, but Christa had been cooking as of since she moved in, and I didn't want to bother her today. Finally I pull out a frozen pizza, not feeling like actuaslly cooking. I grab a pair of scissors to cut the plastic away before finding the pizza rack to put the pizza on it before sticking it into the oven.

[Christa Wilson]

I feel his lips to my cheek and wait for him to go to the kitchen before I walk outside, sitting down on the steps and sighing. I feel a sharp pain in my side and my eyes widen. Was I having contractions? The baby was about to come?! I whimper slightly, doing my best to get up before walking as fast as I could to the living room. "I think I'm having contractions!" I call once I get into the living room. I was sure now, the pain was unbearable. I bite my lip after a whimper and wait for some direction from Gene. I wasn't sure what to do.

[Gene Wasek]

I push my hair out of my face as I close the oven and open the fridge for a beer, cracking it open. I look up as Christa comes in before I freeze, my eyes widening. "But.. its not time yet." I say, shaking my head. I twist back to turn the oven off before jogging past her to grab my car keys. It Christa was in pain, there had to be something going on, whether she was actually going into labor or not. "C'mon." I say, breezing back towards the front door, opening it for her before starting down the stairs towards the parking deck.

[Christa Wilson]

I groan before following Gene out of the apartment and walking down the stairs as fast as I could. I climb into the car and lean the chair all the way back, holding my stomach and breathing slowly. "I just hope these are the Braxton-Hicks contractions," I say with a groan following and looking down. I knew that about fifty percent of babies survived when they were born at this time but it still shocked me and scared me. I keep my eyes closed, the minutes seeming to draw out until my contractions were gone, coming again within a few minutes.

[Gene Wasek]

We make it down the stairs in record time and I unlock both doors, the car already running by the time Christa got in. "What?" I ask, looking over at her as she went on about contractions as I pulled out of the parking space and into the road, turning towards the hospital. The first light is green and I mentally wipe sweat from my forehead, going six miles an hour over the speed limit, praying that I wouldn't get pulled over as I go out onto the freeway towards the hospital. "Just.. uh, stay calm." I say, looking over at her anxiously as I drove.

[Christa Wilson]

I shake my head and hold on to my stomach, no longer feeling the urge to do anything. No longer did I think that these were false contractions. They were the real shit. I groan and look over at him as he tells me to stay calm and can't help but smile. "Maybe you should calm down a bit," I say, noticing how fast he was going and how he looked. I take deep breaths through each contraction and take a moment to freeze. I frown mentally but keep my thoughts to myself. I was going to be like most young, pregnant teenagers. Not married and not prepared.

[Gene Wasek]

I push my hair out of my face, checking my rear view and side mirrors before flipping on my turn signal to move over a lane before pulling off and towards the hospital, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel as I got stuck at a stop light. "Hush. Focus on.. breathing. Something." I murmur, my foot pressing on the gas as the light turned green. Soon I turn into the hospital parking lot and I turn off the car ebfore climbing out and crossing to Christa's side to help her out. "C'mon, c'mon." I say, leading her across the parking lot.

[Christa Wilson]

I groan once we get into the parking lot and follow him to the inside, looking around before a tall nurse comes to me with a wheelchair and sits me down, another nurse leading Gene to the desk to sign papers. My head races and I can't help but turn back to look at him, finally releasing the tears of pain that kept threatening me.

~One Day Later

Gene wasn't allowed in during my labor, allowing me no one to comfort me as I pushed through each contraction. The baby was premature and I was on the verge of death. Once the doctors had stopped my bleeding, Gene was allowed in though he had to look at a limp me, my heart beat barely there. They had to keep me on life support and I was still on it though I was just slightly better. I was able to come in and out of consciousness as I wished.

[Gene Wasek]

after day skip

I'd sat in a hard waiting room chair, the nurse giving me annoyed looks as I tapped my boot against the tile floor in a sporadic beat that couldn't be called a pattern. I was scared spitless, and I wasn't allowed in to see Christa, which really just made my anxiety worse. Finally, sometime in the morning, I was llowed in to see her. It didn't look right, the way she was alying there, abrely clinging to life. And it was all my fault. A condom could've stopped all this from happening, maybe if I'd just left her that day at the park with my number and not have brought her back to my place. "I-I'm sorry." I sniffle, crouching down and placing my hand over hers.

[Christa Wilson]

I feel his hand on mine and open my eyes slightly, looking over to see him before sitting up and pulling him against me before he could realize it. "It's not your fault," I mumble slightly, holding him as tight as I could so he couldn't leave. I felt tears trail down my face but ignored them as I held onto him, hearing my heart finally get to a normal level and smiling. A nurse had been sitting in the room and I heard her giggle lightly. My arms don't release him for a long moment, as if at any moment he would flee the scene. It was like a fairy tale for us; having met in the middle of no where, finding each other and accepting everything about us and now, me having gained another chance just by seeing him. I giggle lightly and press my lips to his cheek before pulling back, allowing the nurse to take all the equipment off of me and pulling Gene back to me once more. "I love you so much," I say, my arms tightly around him once again.

[Gene Wasek]

I let out a grunt as she pulled me towards her, apparently finding strength that she didn't seem to have. "Yes it is." I sigh, leaning back to run a thumb over Christa's cheeks as tears fell. I swipe at my own face, hating crying like this. I rarely did anything like that, let alone actually cry. "I love you, too." I sigh, running a hand through her hair affectionantely. I pull back, my light brown eyes watching as the nurse started to unhook her from IVs and such, biting my lower lip. I felt bad about bringing this about, I really did, but now we had a child. And, it seemed, Christa was going to live.