#anchoredsims

"I want to see them" Noah said struggling to sit up.

"You will once you're better" Rickey pushed him towards the bed. "Right now you need to rest."

"I'm tired of resting" he cried "I want to see my boys." He gave Rickey a determined look. There was something in his demeanor that made him look guilty like he "what haven't you told me?"

Sucking in a breath he looked away almost as if he hoped the door would open and he'd be able to escape. "Noah honey the doctors" he gulped another breath like he was fighting to keep for crying. "They had to remove your womb. We won't be able to have anymore children."

Rickey brushed the blond hair from Noah's eyes. "The wings of the fae baby hid his brother from view."

Shocked he murmured "I had two babies." His hand went to his stomach "how is he?"

"He's small" Rickey stroked Noah's hair "he might not make it. He wasn't breathing when the doctors took him out."

"But he's alive" Noah asked needing the answer to be yes. "Please I have to know."

Noah lifted large fearful eyes. "Please tell" a tear trickled past his nose.

"You need to rest" he said taking a deep breath blinking rapidly.

"I can't rest not knowing" Noah could feel his reserves crumbling down around him. "I need to know. Please." He gazed up into Rickey's face. He could see the indecision and pain in the man's eyes. "I lost the baby didn't I" the blanket's moved as his body jerked in uncontrollable spasms. "I've lost everything" he whispered knowing it meant he and Rickey couldn't be together. There'd be no wedding. No happy ever after. Oh god he curled into a fetal position as his worst fears came to life.

"No baby no" Rickey soothed brushing his lips over Noah's forehead. "The babies will be fine. I promise. It's just that one of them..."

Several hours later Rickey entered Noah's dark room. "Hey baby" he said sitting on the chair next to the bed.

Opening his eyes Noah blinked up at him. "The baby, how is he?" He flinched when Rickey picked up his hand instead of answering his question. "Tell me" he screamed struggling to sit "where's my baby? No one tells me anything. Why won't they tell me anything?"

"Calm down" Rickey urged pushing him back to the pillow" everything is fine."

"It's not fine" he shouted "it was fine I'd know where my baby is." Something in the room started to beep rapidly needing attention.

"No he doesn't" Noah shook his had remembering the harsh words that flowed from both their lips. "Rickey thinks because I don't do anything I should be in a good mood all the fu...freaking time."

Andi's tinkling laughter filled the room. "You're such a doll" she smiled at him "no wonder my son is so taken with you."

Moving like an over-sized grape on stumps for legs he made his ungainly way to the wheelchair. He avoided meeting her eyes. He missed the ease in which he'd been able to move prior to being pregnant. "Maybe this wasn't a good idea" he mumbled clutching his stomach as he felt something tear inside him.

"Don't be ridiculous" Andi chided "it'll do you good to get outside..." Her voice faded noticing his pallor go from his face. Kneeling beside him "are you in pain" she asked.

"Let's go for a walk" she suggested patting the wheelchair she pushed towards him.

Grunting he turned his face away in disgust. "I don't want to" he whined.

"It's a beautiful day" she said in a voice that was bright as the sun. "You'lll enjoy it."

"Fine" he murmured letting go some of the ill temper he was nursing. Turning from the window he found Rickey's mother smiling down at him. Her smile made him regret the harshness of his words he said to Rickey before he'd left that morning.