Beep, beep, beep,

"I think she's waking up"

Beep, beep, beep,

"Daisy?"

Beep, beep, beep,

"Daisy?

I heard the familiar voice between the continuous beeping, and felt my eyes stretch open. It took me a while to realise they were fully open, until the sunlight beamed straight at me.

I groaned, trying to raise my left hand in front of my face. It took longer than it should, and my whole body felt weak with exhaustion.

"Oh my god, Daisy!"

I recognised the voice, I just couldn't put a finger on who it was. He jumped in front of my face, arms on either side of the bed, panic settled on his features. I blinked. Nate.

I felt a rush of relief flood through me. He was here.

I couldn't stop the tears flying down my face, and dropping onto my hideous hospital gown. After knowing Hope was safe and alive, all I wanted was to be tucked in bed with him. I craved his strong, warm arms to pull me into an embrace. I also worried Robert might of hurt him.

"Baby it's okay." He rested his hands against my cheeks, swiping the tears away with his thumbs. "Shh, I'm here"

He sounded so strong. So brave. It was as if nothing had affected him, but I knew from looking at his face that he was exhausted and stressed. His eyes were puffy, marred with dark circles, and bloodshot too. My stomach churned at the thought of him hurting. I could also see he hadn't shaved for longer than usual. Although, the extra stubble made him even more attractive somehow.

"I love you, I thought you might of been hurt" I cried, trying to pull him closer by gripping the hem of his shirt.

"No baby, I'm here. I'm okay" I heard him gulp, and saw the river of tears floating along his eyelids. He was fighting back tears.

He pressed his forehead against mine, intensifying the grip on my face. It took seconds before our lips were glued together. They trembled against each other's, but I'd missed that soft, passionate feeling of his mouth on mine. I craved it. The taste of salt, from my tears, and coffee, lingered in my mouth as I swept my tongue across his bottom lip.

"Excuse me?" An abrupt knock on the door had us pulling back quicker than we wanted. I'd been kidnapped and taken by my evil husband, and someone wanted to disrupt this moment? Inconsiderate idiots.

We both turned to the door at the same time, and I'm sure our happy expressions faltered together instantly at the sight of the detective. I remember he was the one who interviewed me about Hopes disappearance. Memories of that night came crashing into my head, burning my insides. I felt physically sick as I remembered what it was like to know she was missing.

The detective started talking, most likely to me, but I was too zoned out about Hope to listen. Suddenly, a wave of panic, and need to have her close, washed over me. I scurried from the bed, moving so fast I pulled the cannula out of my arm. I was completely unaware it was even there, holding a drip to me.

"Daisy!" Nate jumped off the bed to face me, holding me at arms length as he studied my face.

The blood dripped down my arm, smudging against his navy T-shirt, as I tried to fight his embrace. I needed Hope.

"Call the doctor" he turned around to the detective and yelled before addressing me in a more calmer tone. "Daisy, no, look at me. You need to stay in bed" I could see in his beautiful eyes how worried and concerned he was, but I was too focused on Hope.

"Hope. I need Hope" I sobbed, still trying to push past him.

Eventually he pulled me into his arms and cradled me to a stop. The flow of tears continued, but stronger. I just wanted to see my baby, where was she?

"It's okay. She's okay. I'll speak to the doctors" he spoke softly into my ear, rubbing my hair in his fingertips.

"Mrs Sheen?" I felt Nates body tense at that name. It was my name, but only by law and a pathetic piece of paper.

I peeked my head up. I couldn't decipher whether her face showed sympathy or annoyance at what I'd done. Either way she pulled me from Nate and eased me back into the bed, followed by placing a new cannula in my arm.

"Now, Mrs Sheen-"

"Stop" I interrupted. "Daisy. My husband is the reason I'm in here"

She looked at Nate, completely unaware of what I was talking about. She thought Nate was my husband. Jesus.

"Did nobody tell you what had happened?" Nate stood, anger laced in his words.

"Baby it's fine, I'll sort it" I pulled him down to a seating position again, eyeing him in code. He knew not to say a word now.

"I'm sorry, I'm not sure why you are in here. I've just literally started this minute, I haven't had chance to catch up on all my patients yet. Your previous doctor finished for the night"

"It's okay"

As soon as we filled her in on what had happened, mainly Nate and the detective, she looked over my blood work. A frown appeared on her face.

"What is it?" I asked, worried there was something wrong with me. They'd filled me in on my head injury, which I'd forgotten about, but had the pleasure of remembering as soon as they mentioned it. So I was worried in case it had caused something.

"Daisy, did you speak to the doctors at all? Either of you really?" She looked between me and Nate, and her face pained a little when we both shook our heads.

"Right"

"Well?" I didn't want to pressure her, but I was starting to get worried. What could it possibly be that made her look that awkward?

She sat beside me on the bed, looking between us both. "Your blood work shows signs of HCG" she smiled, not quite reaching her ears.

I paused. I gulped. My eyes widened. I knew what that meant. Nate looked completely confused. His eyebrows were furrowed, and he was using his eyes to pressure us both to explain.

"I need you to pee in a bottle so I can do an official test. But I'm a little concerned-"

"Wait" Nates voice shot up as he did out of his chair.

I stifled a giggle, but then worried a little when I thought that he might not want this.

"Sorry Mr-"

"It's Nate, just call me Nate"

"Right, Nate, sorry. Your girlfriend may be pregnant" this time her smile reached her ears, but his didn't.

"Nate? Say something" I whispered, reaching for his hand. His eyes were wide with shock, and he lowered himself to his chair slowly too.

"My baby?" He looked to me, then to the doctor. Was he for real?

"Who else do you think I've been sleeping with?!" I yelled. I'm sure my expression was sour right now. I wanted to smack him.

"I don't know what he did to you!"

And it was then I saw him finally break. His eyes had tears falling from them, and I could see how broken his heart was.

"It wouldn't show up" I shook my head, and grabbed both his hands in mine. "It wouldn't show up. It's not his. And he didn't do anything like that to me"

I stared back at him as I waited for his face to change, or for him to speak.

"So it's mine? We're having a baby?" He cried, but I could see the relief and happiness on his face.

"Well, we need to do a test and then I need to do a scan. I'm concerned for baby if you are"

My head shot up to the doctor. What did she mean, concerned?

"What does that mean?"

Nate huddled beside me, clearly as worried as I was. He pulled me into his side as we waited for the doctor to respond.

"You received a brutal kick to the side of your stomach, and all the stress too could be seriously hurtful for the baby. I want to make sure everything is okay"

She smiled before leaving the room.

"I'll be back in a moment"

"Baby?" Nate hooked a finger under my chin, pulling my face to his. "Don't cry. Stay positive. We need to"

"How can I? Look what's just happened to me?"

I cried in his arms, and felt his body shake with tears too. "I love you" I spoke into his chest, and waited for the doctor to return. Fingers crossed everything else from now on was going to be okay.