Friday Fiction- Part 1 of Safe

Stained Glass Mom and Baby

“We’ve got to stop the contractions. The parents aren’t here yet.”

“Nothing we can do about that, the baby’s coming. We’ll have a much bigger problem on our hands if there’s no child to give them.”

“What do we do?”

“Leave it with her a few days until the parents come to get it?”

“Won’t that make it harder?”

“Like I said, nothing we can do about that.”

“Maybe we should ask Ammon.”

“You already know what he’s going to say.”

I listened to the nurses talking over my head as if I wasn’t there. I could only focus on the conversation for brief snippets at a time before another contraction hit and the rest of the world faded away, but I didn’t like what I was hearing.

The parents aren’t here yet.

I wanted to scream, I’m right here! but another contraction prevented my protest.

Leave it with her for a few days?

The man who’d found me, he told me that I would be safe here, that me and my baby were important, precious; he said that we needed to be protected.

The man had said the whole world needed me.

“What’s going on here?”

I felt relief flood through my straining body. That was him. I’d recognize that voice anywhere.

“She’s gone into labor.”

“She is ahead of schedule. This cannot happen.”

“Yes sir, but the risk…”

“Has her water broken?”

“Not yet sir.”

“Then do it.”

This statement was followed by a bustle of activity, carts being wheeled closer, metal objects clanging against metal trays.

“Give her enough for forty-eight hours. My clients are scheduled to arrive in two days. They have requested to witness the birth.”

“Yes sir.”

I began to panic.

What were they going to give me? Two days. Something was very wrong. Didn’t Ammon recognize me? If only I could focus long enough to tell them there was a mistake.

A cold needle stabbed into my vein followed by an equally cold liquid working its way up my arm.

Within moments the pressure on my abdomen ceased. I took a long breath and finally opened my eyes.

“There you are. Everything’s ok, it’s just a bit too early yet. Baby’s not quite ready. This’ll keep it cooking for a couple more days.” The nurse smiled down at me, a rather sad smile.

My eyes darted wildly around the room. The voice, Ammon, I couldn’t see him anywhere. I needed to talk to him.

“Ammon, where is he?” I managed to get the words out without my voice shaking too badly.

“Ammon? I’m sure I don’t know,” replied the nurse.

“But he was here. I heard him.”

“No dear, he wasn’t here.”

“But I’m sure I heard him…” my voice trailed off as my head began to feel rather fuzzy, as if my mind had separated from my body. Maybe it was all a dream.

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10 Responses to Friday Fiction- Part 1 of Safe

  1. This is like when the roller coaster drops you down that first big hill ! Welcome back Nicole ! Friday Fiction Flies Again !

  2. Sarah L Fox says:

    Ooh, interesting start! Very curious to know what’s going on and what will happen next!

    • Nicole says:

      Thanks Sarah! This is a story I started a while back. It’s interesting going back to it now because after doing a quick edit I realized this is getting a little easier.

  3. Donna says:

    Look forward to Fri. fiction! Here we go….

  4. D. D. Falvo says:

    I think this is your best start yet. You just get better and better, my friend. Exciting beginning and very intriguing storyline. Nothing captures a parent’s heart faster than sympathy for a stolen child.

    • D. D. Falvo says:

      Forgot to mention–and it’s so important–your lean use of description really made the pace sing. Well done.

      • Nicole says:

        Thank you so much for the compliments D.D.! And yes, nothing gets a quicker response than that parental instinct. Even being temporarily in this character’s place makes my chest start to tighten up with anxiety. Thanks for reading!

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