Look, I knew it was wrong. My friends yelled at me for it everyday. Which didn't help. After I found out and Connor found out. We moved away from all of friends and family. Connor was happy, and beyond excited. Honestly I was nervous I mean who wouldn't be. If you were a seven month pregnant male would you be nervous?
"Tim, it's ok," I frowned and looked up. I was rocking in a rocking chair in the nursery. I looked at Connor and smiled softly. He had paint on his face, His hair was standing on end due to sweat, and he was smiling down at me.
"So? You excited for our daughter?" I thought for a minute and nodded. He kissed my forehead and stood up. He went back to painting the small thing he sent up for the baby. I smiled he hummed a song that played in his headphones. He continued to paint for another couple of hours. I dozed off listening to his humming. A few hours later I woke up to feel a tight grip around me and yelling. I jolted awake to see Connor on the ground unconscious.
"Tim!" I looked up at who was holding me behind a table turned on its side.
"Dick?" I looked at my adopted brother and shifted. I yelled out in pain as I looked down. There was blood surrounding my hands and left side.
"W-W-What happened?" I looked up at him as he looked over the table just to be shot at. I jumped and looked back at Connor.
"Me, Jason, and Damian came to check on you and Connor. The door was slightly open, we heard talking then a loud bang. We charged in to see police officers aiming at Connor. One shot and hit Connor in the shoulder. He landed right there. You were beside the wall unconscious," I frowned and looked back at Dick. He looked forward.
"Where are Jason and Damian?" He shrugged and gripped a leg that broke off of the table.
"Can you get up?" I shook my head and shifted again only to get that same excruciating pain.
"On the count of three I'm going to pull you up, Tim you need to go into you and Connor's room and you hide ok?" I nodded and cringes as dick shifted beside me. He got into a kneeling position and looked at me. He nodded and pulled me up and to pushed me to my feet. There was shots then a piercing pain in my side. I ignored the pain and rushed towards the door. I fell down into the bed. I looked down at my stomach to see blood seeping into my shirt. There were shouts then a loud thud then the door to my room was on the floor. I weakly looked up to see Connor rushing towards me.
"Tim!" I let out a weak yelp of pain as he approached. He looked at me with a worried expression. I gasped in pain as I felt a jolt of pain explode through my body.
"Tim! Dick! Call an ambulance! Tim's Hurt!" My vision started to fade as I frantically reached for Connor's hand. I felt him grab it and hold it to his chest. Within a few seconds everything slipped away. Everything was black. I heard random things while I saw out. The thing that woke me up was when I heard Connor whispering in my ear. I opened my eyes and saw conner's jet black hair.
"C-Con," he jolted back and looked at me. His face lit up when he looked at me. He grinned and kissed my face all over. I chuckled weakly then groaned. He looked at me and smiled.
"What happened?" He frowned and ran his thumb over my knuckle.
"The baby," he frowned and look at me. I looked down at my stomach. It wasn't flat and it wasn't any smaller.
"What's Wrong with her?" I frowned and looked up at him. He looked up at me and frowned.
"They couldn't find a heart beat," my eyes widened as I tried to sit up. He pushed on my shoulders and pushed me down. I pushed his hand away and curled into a ball.
"Tim, it's ok, it'll be ok," he rubbed my back and sat next to me. I shook my head and put a hand on my stomach. I prayed to god for something. When I felt it I jumped. Connor looked at me and I looked at him. He frowned and put his hand next to mine. We both felt it that time.
"S-She's! Oh my god! She's ok!" He grinned and looked at me. I nodded and grinned.
"Tim she's ok!" He yelled as he jumped up. He grinned and danced in a circle. I laughed and watched as he danced. My eyes shot wide when I felt something wet between my legs.
"C-C-C-C-Con!" I yelled out when he stopped dancing and looked at me. His eyes went wide. I started shaking. He ran out of the room and returned moments later with a doctor. I gasped and gripped the side of the bed. Connor came up to me and grabbed my hand. He gripped my hand looked at me.
"Ok Mister Kent," I cussed under my breath as I looked at the doctor.
"Your baby's coming," I looked up at Connor. His face was pale as he looked at me.
"S-S-She's too early!" The doctor nodded and frowned. My doctor gave me a look and I nodded. Me got set up and that's when it started.
Four hours of hell then it was over. My tiny little Daughter was laying on my chest screaming. I smiled weakly and put my hand on her back. She calmed down and wiggled until she was on her side facing my face. I smiled softly and loooked at her.
"Nam-"
"Sarah or Sam," I cut Conner off and looked at me. They were names he picked out.
"Sam," I smiled and nodded. Sam. My daughter.
