Chapter Fifty-Nine

So Much For Promises

I sat in the living room, well, I was bouncing more so than sitting. I was on my yoga ball, bouncing, in order to try and go into labor. My babies were officially in the 'safe' zone and I wanted them out. I'm the size of a whale, my feet and ankles are swollen so bad that it hurts to even walk from my room to the kitchen, and my cheeks and nose were starting to swell as well. I felt like a marshmello person.

SpongeBob was playing on the tv and I was absentmindedly watching while I bounced, only pausing to take a bite of the cookie dough ice cream Scott brought me earlier. It tasted amazing. Stiles walked out to the living room, making a b-line for the front door, when his eyes caught my situation.

"Wh, what're you doing?" Stiles asked, a hint of amusement in his eyes. I smiled, my hands were now holding my belly as I bounced, "I'm trying to get these babies out. I'm tired of being pregnant. Here, give me a hand," I stopped bouncing and held out my hands, realizing I needed help up.

Did I mention how huge I am?

Stiles sighed before walking over and hoisting me to a standing position. "What're you doing?" I asked while walking to the kitchen to grab some water, Stiles followed. "Uh, I'm heading to Scott's, we're doing some pack stuff."

I nodded my head while sipping from the glass, "okay. Well, make sure Scott doesn't do anything stupid, okay? I can't have my baby daddy getting killed or anything." I let out a laugh at my own joke and missed the look of guilt in Stiles' eyes.

My brother nodded and headed out the door, "yup. Good luck with... the bouncing." I smiled after him, waving Stiles out the door. As soon as the door closed, I felt a sharp, radiating pain in my abdomen. It was tight and hurt like a bitch, but it was gone in a moment. It's probably just indigestion.

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It was an hour later when I got worried, the pains kept showing up every ten-fifteen minutes, and they hurt really bad. I think it's baby time. I called Scott first, obviously, but he didn't answer, I left a voicemail.

"Hey Scott, it's Victoria, the mother of your children, who are on their way as I'm speaking. I need a ride to the hospital, so, if you could give me a call back, that would be great."

I then called Stiles, but he didn't answer either. I also left him a voicemail. "Stiles, I'm freaking out a bit, here, Scott isn't answering his phone and neither are you, and I'm in labor... I think. Please call me back, I'd really appreciate it."

Next, I called Dad, and then Melissa, neither of them answered. I even called Kira, Liam, and Lydia but, no one answered. I tried Malia, but she's been in coyote form for two days now and I don't think she's changing back anytime soon.

I was about to drive myself to the hospital, when my phone started ringing, it was my dad. I answered quickly, panic in my voice, "dad?" He sighed, "hey, Victoria. What's going on?" I bit my lip, my free hand gripping my stomach.

"I think I'm going into labor... and no one's answering their phones and I need a ride to the hospital. Can you please come get me?" I felt my voice rush out the words in a jumble, and then I heard commotion on the other line.

"Okay, I'm on my way, just get your bags and I'll be there soon, okay?" I nodded even though he couldn't hear me. "Okay." I hung up and waddled to my room, I grabbed the two bags I had packed and quickly grabbed a few other things, my phone charger, and my pillow. If I was going to be at the hospital, you best believe I'm going to be comfortable.

It didn't take long for my dad to pick me up and get me in the car, he had the sirens turned on so we could bypass all the traffic. The whole ride he was asking if I was okay, how I was feeling, and if I needed anything. He was so concerned, it was cute.

I was stressing the whole time, wondering where the hell my boyfriend was, I can't have these babies without him, that wouldn't be fair. So, as we pulled up to the hospital, I turned to my dad, "stop by the ER first."

"What, why?" He asked quickly, sweat was beading on his forehead and I could tell he was freaking out. "I need to get Melissa and figure out where Scott is, he's not answering his phone." I bit my lip nervously, feeling my panic rise. The panic was quickly overshadowed by a tight contraction, taking my breath away with it.

My dad stopped the car at the ER, "okay, lets run in and then we need to get you to Labor and Delivery, okay?" I nodded and hopped out the car, my contraction gone as quickly as it came. Walking into the ER, people sent me looks, but I ignored them and made my way to the nurses' station.

A black woman with her hair messily pulled back sent me a small smile, I recognized her as Megan, one of Melissa's fellow nurses. As soon as I recognized her, I saw her own recognition click, and with it her smile dropped and was replaced by a sympathetic, worried look.

"Hey, Megan, I'm looking for Melissa, do you know where--" My voice was cut off by the sound of someone screaming. The scream was agonizing and made my heart hurt with the amount of pain in the woman's cry. The woman was hurting deeply, and as she spoke, I recognized the voice. "What happened to my son!"

Melissa?

My heart plummeted to my stomach and I felt everything around me go out of focus, my whole being felt as if it were out of my body and I was terrified by the agony in Melissa's voice. Why was she in so much pain? I processed her words slower than I normally would.

What happened to my son. Oh my god, Scott.

My dad attempted to grab me but, I was already moving toward Melissa's voice. It was easy to find her, she was the woman in pink scrubs, screaming and crying on the floor. My heart was beating at a rapid pace and I felt myself step closer to her.

Melissa looked so broken as the doctor held onto her. Tears were streaming down her face and her shoulders were shaking as she cried. She looked horrible, but why? I took a breath, my heart beat was out of control.

I turned my face to look in at the room in front of her, and nothing could prepare me for what I saw. My chest contracted and I felt a deep hole begin to form at the center of my being, the emptiness and pain was creeping and digging itself deep into me as I took in what was lying there.

On a hospital bed, with his shirt torn open, and stickers on his chest with tubes in his arm. His skin was paler than it should be, and his chest wasn't rising and falling despite him looking like he was asleep. Oh god.

My skin felt electric and on edge as I stumbled on my legs that were now jell-o, this can't be real. My mind screamed at it not to be real. How can this be real? It felt like my whole body was being set aflame and my mind was buzzing and my eyes lost focus and everything around me became a dull nothing.

The pain in my chest continued to expand, into my finger tips, up my throat, I felt like I was going to vomit. What kind of sick reality is this? This can't be happening. My hands clutched my stomach in pain as I tried to wrap my mind around this. This can't be true. But, it was real, and here I was, standing in the hospital hallway, looking at Scott McCall's lifeless body.

He was dead.

Ohmygod he's dead.

He can't be dead.

He's gone.

I'm alone.

What am I going to do?

How is he dead?

What happened?

Thoughts raced through my mind and I didn't even realize that I too was sobbing on the hospital floor, my pained cries were choked and raw as my father cradled me to his chest, telling me it would be okay. But, it won't be okay, none of this is okay.

I tore my eyes away from the pale body and toward Melissa, who was still sobbing. My eyes went wide and I shook my head, "how did this happen?" Melissa, who seemed to finally take in my presence, gasped. Her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open, her cries stopping but, the tears kept flowing.

"Victoria, what, what're you doing here..." As if on cue, a contraction hit me and I curled up, wincing at the pain. "Agh," I groaned, gripping onto my father's hand tightly. "We think she's in labor," my father whispered sadly. The doctor, who I recognized as Liam's step father, quickly called for someone to page labor and get me a room.

Melissa moved over to me, helping me stand. It was then that she wrapped me up in a tight hug, "it's okay, Tori. He's okay," she whispered against my ear, pulling away as she began to cry again.

I couldn't process her words, because, before I new it, I was being taken to a room.

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Doctor Neil sent me a smile as he stood up from between my legs. "Well, you're not in labor, yet. You were probably just experiencing braxton hicks contractions. You are getting close to having the babies, though. You're 5 centimeters dilated and 90% thinned. If you experience contractions that are more painful than these ones and they come every five minutes or less, then it's time to come in."

I nodded, barely taking in his words. My body felt numb, my brain felt like mush, and I was exhausted. I wanted to go home and sleep for the rest of eternity and I didn't want to face the fact that Scott was.... That I'm alone.

I'll have to raise my children alone, they'll never know their father... oh god, what am I going to do? Involuntarily, I was sucked into a memories of Scott and I, each one hurting more than the last.

Scott and I were lying in bed, I was sitting up against his headboard while his head was in my lap. He was quietly speaking to the babies, as if I wasn't there, and it brought a smile to my lips. I loved when he talked to them.

"I think I thought of a name for Janie," I spoke, my voice was quiet and soft as I played with Scott's curly hair. He raised his head and smiled at me, "what're you thinking?"

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I sat in the bath, soaking in the steaming water that smelled of lavender. Scott was sitting on the toilet seat beside me, reading his book for English. I couldn't take baths alone anymore, not since what happened with Jennifer, so I always made Scott sit with me.

"Babe," I looked up at him with a fond smile. Scott hummed in response, barely looking up from the book. "Will you wash my hair?" I asked sweetly, biting my lip as I awaited his answer. Scott smiled and nodded, shutting the book after book marking it. "Yeah, I can do that."

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"I love you, Scott McCall," I spoke as I looked up into his eyes. He just got back from getting Liam. Scott placed a kiss to my forehead and then leaned his own against mine, his eyes bore into mine with an intensity I don't think I'll ever get used to. "I love you too, Victoria Stilinski."

He placed a sweet kiss on my lips and I smiled into it, loving the way he perfectly fit with me, like we were made to be together. "Is this forever," I whispered the question quietly, afraid that it was too much, too soon. But, I meant it, with every fiber of my being.

"I hope so, I don't want to live my life without you in it, Victoria."

I felt a hand on my shoulder, which quickly gained my attention. I turned to see my dad staring at me sadly, his eyes were slightly red, telling me that he too had been crying. I mean, how could he not? Something horrible just happened. My eyes were watering from the memories, all of it too much for me to process.

"Can we go home?" I spoke, my voice was hoarse and raw. I sounded broken, I felt broken. My dad nodded, turning to Doctor Neil, who nodded. "I'll see you soon, Victoria." I nodded silently as he left the room.

I sat up in the bed with the help of my dad and went to the bathroom to change back into my clothes, I was ready to go home.

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I made a b-line straight for my room as soon as we got home, I didn't want to talk, I didn't want to think. But, my mind must not like me very much because, as soon as I walked into my room and laid down on my bed, I could smell Scott and my heart contracted painfully.

Tears welled up in my eyes again as I brought the pillow close to me, hugging it and burying my face in his scent. He's gone. How can he be gone. My chest ached and my throat hurt from the lump that was forming.

Sobs wracked my body in a quick moment as everything hit me at once, and with the realization that Scott McCall was gone, a wave of nausea hit me and I was quickly moving toward the closest bucket.

I heaved into the trash can, which was usually used for paper but, now it was a vomit bucket. My nose was running and my eyes were watering as I gagged above the bucket. This was wrong, it was all so wrong.

Just this morning I told Stiles not to let Scott get killed, how is it that in seven hours he ended up doing just that? The unanswered question loomed above me and made my confusion grow, how did this happen?

"Tori," Stiles' voice spoke from behind me. I sobbed above the trashcan, shaking my head. "I don't want to talk about it, Stiles." He ignored me and came up behind me, pulling back my hair. At least, I thought it was Stiles holding back my hair.

Stiles cleared his throat, and I could tell that it was from my door way. If he was over there, who was holding my hair back? I turned my head slightly and felt my heart drop. "Scott?" I breathed, my head began to hurt as I tried to process. "H,how?"

"Scott wasn't actually dead, well, not fully..." Stiles began to explain how they were trying to find the benefactor and that Kira temporarily killed Scott in order for them to try and find him. My grip on the trash can tightened and I instantly felt my sadness turn to anger.

I was seeing red.

"Stiles, please leave," I gritted out between my teeth as I tried to get up from the floor. Scott went to help me but I pushed him away, "don't touch me." I got myself up after a few moments, and I turned away from Scott, a memory came to mind as I tried to process that he risked his life.

"You can't do that." I stated simply, which made him frown with this confused puppy dog look on his face. "Can't do what?" I rolled my eyes, "you can't expect me to lock myself in a padded room so I'm completely safe while you go and get yourself killed. That's not fair, Scott."

"I'm pregnant. We're going to have two babies in like..." I did a quick mental calculation while putting my shirt back down, "twelve weeks. You can't be careless and get yourself killed-- in turn leaving me alone to raise two kids. That's not fair. To me or your babies."

Scott put his hands on either side of my head, making me look up at him as he spoke. "I'm sorry. I'll be more careful, I promise." He placed a kiss to my lips, soft and lingering. I smiled up at him slightly, "thank you."

"You promised," I whispered. Scott let out a breath, "we didn't have a choice, Victoria." I turned to him quickly, my red-rimmed eyes narrowed at him. "There's always a choice, Scott. I thought I was in labor and you were out getting yourself killed. You promised me that you would be there with me, with us. God, how can you be so reckless?"

I paced my room, my mind was racing as I tried to process how I was feeling and the facts of the situation. I'm about to be a mother of two, I can't let myself be worried about what Scott is doing all the time. If he wants to risk his life, get himself killed, then I can't be apart of that.

"I can't do this." I spoke, my pacing stopped as I turned to him. Scott's face melted into a look of fear, "can't do what?" I bit my lip, feeling my eyes water again. "We're going to be parents any day now, Scott. I'm going to be a mother and I need to focus on that, I can't spend every day worrying about you when you're out there getting yourself killed.

"Maybe right now isn't a good time for us to be worrying about each other. Maybe we should just focus on our babies and nothing else," I tried to hold a brave face as I spoke the words but, it was useless, I knew Scott could hear my pain. "What're you saying, Victoria?" He was pleading with me. I took a deep breath before saying the finalizing words.

"I think we should take a break."