OtC: What's the worst thing that could happen?
"You're going to be fine, Sasha."
She knows he's lying, and she isn't afraid to wear it all over her face. Nathan, in spite of having two sons of his own, has never been in this situation before. His boys were full-term. Her daughter, if she's born today, will be almost 34 weeks. It's too bad a situation for anyone to be reassure her about convincingly, and there's only one person who could almost get her to believe that Lexie is going to be okay. "I'm not worried about me," she says quietly, taking his hand when he offers it to her. Angela is down the hall, probably more worried about Nathan getting press for being in a hospital than she is about her granddaughter.
"Peter's on his way," Nathan tells her, squeezing her hand lightly. The two of them were at his mother's less than an hour ago, talking about Halloween and taking the kids trick-or-treating. Memories of that are hazy now, overshadowed by the fear that this is happening too soon. "And your aunt said she'll take care of Henry for as long as you need her to. You have to try to relax."
Sasha rolls her eyes at that, biting back a comment about how easy relaxing isn't for her right now. She's too busy thinking about how much her little girl might weigh, how far away October 19th is from December 2nd, how Peter was right and she should have been more careful. Her doctor never said she was doing anything wrong. She'd been gaining enough weight, getting exercise, reading the baby books. There's always a reason for preterm labor, but she can't think of anything. For all of her bitching about things that weren't 'fun', she was careful to follow through on anything related to Lexie that was even remotely important.
"I don't know why this is happening." It's as simple as that. Her doctor will be in to give her some kind of explanation soon enough, but she just doesn't get it. "I tried really, really hard to take care of her. What if she's not - this is so stupid." She sighs, looking over to the door. When Peter had super speed, all she did was encourage him to swap it out for something else. This is what she gets for it.
"You didn't do anything," he assures her quietly. "Weren't we talking about taking the boys to the parade? We'll still do that."
She thinks it over, trying to remember exactly what was said about that and not coming up with anything solid enough to mention. The idea of the conversation is more familiar than anything they might have said, so she nods, accepting his comment for what it is. She's trying to think of happier things, but it's so damn hard. "Henry is going to be a cute Peter Pan. He loves the costume," Sasha whispers, feeling a little sorry for Nathan. Nothing he says or does is going to be good enough.
She can relate to that.
She knows he's lying, and she isn't afraid to wear it all over her face. Nathan, in spite of having two sons of his own, has never been in this situation before. His boys were full-term. Her daughter, if she's born today, will be almost 34 weeks. It's too bad a situation for anyone to be reassure her about convincingly, and there's only one person who could almost get her to believe that Lexie is going to be okay. "I'm not worried about me," she says quietly, taking his hand when he offers it to her. Angela is down the hall, probably more worried about Nathan getting press for being in a hospital than she is about her granddaughter.
"Peter's on his way," Nathan tells her, squeezing her hand lightly. The two of them were at his mother's less than an hour ago, talking about Halloween and taking the kids trick-or-treating. Memories of that are hazy now, overshadowed by the fear that this is happening too soon. "And your aunt said she'll take care of Henry for as long as you need her to. You have to try to relax."
Sasha rolls her eyes at that, biting back a comment about how easy relaxing isn't for her right now. She's too busy thinking about how much her little girl might weigh, how far away October 19th is from December 2nd, how Peter was right and she should have been more careful. Her doctor never said she was doing anything wrong. She'd been gaining enough weight, getting exercise, reading the baby books. There's always a reason for preterm labor, but she can't think of anything. For all of her bitching about things that weren't 'fun', she was careful to follow through on anything related to Lexie that was even remotely important.
"I don't know why this is happening." It's as simple as that. Her doctor will be in to give her some kind of explanation soon enough, but she just doesn't get it. "I tried really, really hard to take care of her. What if she's not - this is so stupid." She sighs, looking over to the door. When Peter had super speed, all she did was encourage him to swap it out for something else. This is what she gets for it.
"You didn't do anything," he assures her quietly. "Weren't we talking about taking the boys to the parade? We'll still do that."
She thinks it over, trying to remember exactly what was said about that and not coming up with anything solid enough to mention. The idea of the conversation is more familiar than anything they might have said, so she nods, accepting his comment for what it is. She's trying to think of happier things, but it's so damn hard. "Henry is going to be a cute Peter Pan. He loves the costume," Sasha whispers, feeling a little sorry for Nathan. Nothing he says or does is going to be good enough.
She can relate to that.