Not your typical baby mama

High cream white ceiling, a glass chandelier, bright white lights but not blinding, the sound of the airconditioner; these are the first things Amy picked up on when she came to. She was lying on a soft plush bed. The sheets comfortably warmed up her body in the early morning hours. She looked at the wall clock and saw it was a little before eight in the morning.

'Where am I?' she mused in confusion.

A familiar smell wafted to her nose. Then she saw the catheter connected to her wrist and the drip hooked beside her bed.

'The hospital but why.....?'

Brief scenarios from the night before flashed in her mind. She had a bad dream about losing Zach and the baby.... The baby... There was a pool of blood between her legs-

Amy gasped as she touched her belly. A sigh of relief quickly escaped her lips when she felt her swollen baby bump. She still had her baby. Her eyes stung with hot tears as she stroked her belly. That dream had given her such a scare, and the blood she saw. She sniffled while tears cascaded down her cheeks.

She rested a hand on her forehead as she silently sobbed. She didn't think she would be able to handle it if she lost her cupcake.

"I promise to protect you. I won't let anything happen to you. I promise", she muttered softly.

She closed her eyes and let out a sigh in relaxation. She needed to calm her emotions and clear her mind. It was silent for a few seconds, she could feel herself calm down until she heard some scuttling sounds. Her eyes flew open as her ears tried to pick up on the noises she was hearing. 'What is it?'

The sound of the door opening was heard. Seeing that it was not the room door, she sat up to see which door it was. Curiosity, fear, anxiety; she felt them all at once but chose to appear impassive. She fought to remain calm. And sure enough, it was the bathroom door that was open. All those feelings were quickly replaced by shock as her mouth fell open. Her gaze followed the person who had walked out.

Their hair was damp probably from the shower they took but had been combed back, their face clean shaven, they wore a black Ralph Lauren polo shirt that nice framed their mascular form, with black slacks to compliment their longs legs and matching shoes. Their gaze was fixed on their phone.

A notification sound went off from their phone and they stopped in their tracks. Their thick brows pulled together in displeasure, and their thin pink lips were pressed into a line. They typed something on their phone before quickly stuffing it into their trouser pocket. And finally, they looked up. Their piercing blue eyes immediately locked with Amy's shocked ones.

Silence.

Her mouth was still hanging open. No one spoke a word. Amy's heart thudded wildly, she was confused and shocked. Was she not hallucinating last night when she was being wheeled in? But how....?

The door swung open and in walked Susan Glynne with a nurse beside her. She was oblivious to the situation and immediately walked over to Amy's side.

"Good, you're awake", she said as she walked over.

Amy looked at her friend who suddenly bent over and pulled her into a hug. "My gosh! You scared me last night! Do you know how scared I was when I found you unconscious on your bed?"

Amy withdrew her gaze and looked at Susan when the woman broke their embrace. Suzy stood up straight, "Let me examine you first."

While she let Susan do her job, her gaze went back to the person in the room. They were still there. Was this for real? Or was she given drugs that were making her see things? Her heart didn't calm down not once.

"You're lucky it was just a polyp that needed to be removed and luckily, it wasn't so serious to affect your baby. All it took was a-"

"Suzy?" Amy called out with her gaze on the man.

"Hm?" She answered as she jotted down her results of the examination she was performing on Amy's file that was placed on a clipboard.

"How many people are in this room?" She quietly asked as she redirected her gaze to Susan.

Suzy: "... Four? You, me, Lilly, and Mr. Frost", she counted with her fingers.

'Did she hit her head when she passed out last night? Why is she being weird?' Susan mused.

"Mr. Frost? As in Zachery Frost?" Amy's eyes widened in shock.

"Yes....?" She was unsure where Amy was going with the questions. She glanced back at the man who stood by the bathroom door and had not said a word since she walked in. Quite a contrast to his scary self when they were wheeling in an unconscious Amy the night before. Amy followed her line of sight and was even more shocked.

"You can see him?" She whisper shouted in shock as she pointed at Zach.

"Yes, can't you?" Susan asked befuddled. Even the nurse was confused by Amy's actions.

Amy looked at Zach whose gentle eyes remained trained on her as he unhurriedly stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets. His gaze went from her face to her stomach. Her baby swollen stomach.

"Oh! My god!" she gasped and quickly shielded his view from the baby bump with a bed sheet.

Susan and Lilly: "..."

They exchanged a look in total confusion. Why was Amy acting like this? Amy's heart went into overdrive. She could not believe he was standing right in the same room she was in. The last time she had seen him was five months ago when he exited his company building with his brother on his way to me Parton.

When he detected that someone was watching him, he looked around and she froze thinking he could see her when he looked in her direction. But he was soon gone. She thought she would never see him again until the baby happened. She didn't think she would see him anytime soon. Maybe because of the dream, she felt her eyes sting with tears.

Susan saw the two's gazes locked on each other. She immediately understand as she gestured to Lilly for them to take a leave. After hearing the sound of the door closed, Amy broke eye contact and looked down. The baby, how would he react about the baby? He probably knew it was his. She never once told him about it and now almost lost it while she was staying away from him. How mad can he possibly be?

Her heart beat more wildly when she heard his approaching footsteps. Her tears fell on the sheets as her gaze remained down. His familiar scent teased her nostrils, it eased her anxiety but her tears never stopped.

"Amy", he gently called out.

She looked up at him in response. Eyes brimming with fresh tears. Her blond hair was dishelved from her beauty sleep and she was in a hospital gown but Zach felt she looked so beautiful. He reached out his hand to her cheek and gently wiped away a tear with his thumb.

Sob! She broke down at his familiar touch. Zach's heart couldn't take it and he pulled her into his embrace as he sat down on the bed. She wrapped her arms around his waist and he hooked an arm around hers and used the other to gently and soothingly pat her head.

"It's okay, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere", he whispered.

And that was a promise.