It was an entirely different tone than the one that she had used six months ago. Standing in the bathroom, a smile on her face as she tried to hide the fact that she was indeed nervous. It was a good nervous though. It was an anxiety that stemmed from one taking a new adventure. They would be bringing a fourth child into the world together.
This tone was different, the complete opposite as a matter of fact. The only thing it contained was complete and utter fear.
"Linda?" He asked, turning over onto his side. It took his eyes a moment to adjust to the bright light shining through the door from the hallway. Her silhouette casting a long shadow into the room as she clutched at her belly.
"Something's wrong with the baby!" She announced through gritted teeth.
It didn't fully hit him right away, but when it did, he shot up and hurried over to her side. His heart broke at the sight of her leaning against the frame. The closer he got to her, the weaker that she looked.
"Let's get you the hospital," he said, choking back tears.
He took her into his arms, gently guiding her as he was trying to comfort her. The two walked through the hall, her head resting on his shoulder as she tried to breathe through the pain.
They came to a stop in the kitchen as he removed his arms from her, digging through the drawers for a pen and paper. He wanted to get his wife to the hospital as soon as possible, but if the kids woke up in the morning and they weren't there, they should receive some explanation for their absence.
"Just a second Lin," he said upon hearing her moan.
She stood there, leaning against the counter. Clenched hands clung onto the rim of the countertop. It felt like she needed to push, but she knew better than that. This baby was only six months along, if it came out it would die.
"Just hurry up!" She demanded, the pain intensifying. Her legs were beginning to give out beneath her.
Bob found the supplies he was looking for and scribbled a note telling the kids where he would be.
"Let's go," he stated, wrapping his arms back around her to help her walk.
"Just walk slowly alright?" He instructed once they reached the stairs. He did his best to hold onto her, but it was a rather long, narrow staircase.
"I don't think I can afford to right now," she hissed.
"We're almost there," he told her as they reached the bottom of the stairs.
They made their way out to the car where he opened the door for her and aided her to sit down without hurting herself. He went around, seating himself.
"Bobby?" Linda began, her voice soft and weak. "I'm scared," she admitted, looking to him with tear filled eyes.
Bob stopped, dropping his hand to his lap before he could turn on the engine. "Me too," he told her. It wouldn't provide her with strength or give her this hope that everything would end up perfect, but it would let her know that she was not alone in this.
He leaned in and kissed her on the forehead before he finally started the car. "We'll be alright," he told her. "Everything's going to be fine for us. No matter what." It was his way of telling her that he would stick by her side, no matter what.