From the Past
Fan fiction and fond (mostly) memories
of soap days gone by
The Price of Love
"Sweetie," Sam called out as he shut the front door, "I’m home early." He began searching
for his wife. "I stopped and picked up your vitamins. I thought you’d forget since," he stopped when
he reached the living room and saw her sleeping on the couch. Sam knelt down and brushed a piece of hair away
from Ivy’s face, and then kissed her forehead. "All tuckered out, huh?" Then, kissing her stomach he
added, "You two let your mother sleep." Sam got up and looked at his watch. It was only four o’clock.
"I think I’ll take a shower and if Ivy’s still sleeping when I’m done, I’ll start dinner."
Ivy tried to ignore it. The twins were kicking again and she knew it wouldn’t be long before she’d have to go
to the bathroom again. She’d had to go twice in just the hour she spent at the grocery store and had run upstairs
before to go again when she got home before brining in the groceries. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something
wasn’t right, though. Then her eyes shot open and she threw the blanket off of herself. After struggling for
a minute she finally reached a sitting position and found her suspicions were true. "Oh my God, my water
broke! I have to call Sam."
Ivy got up, with a little trouble, picked up the cordless, and dialed the police station.
"Harmony P.D., Lopez-Fitzgerald."
"Luis, it’s Ivy. Is Sam there," she asked with hope.
"No, he left a while ago. Why is something wrong?"
"Yes, actually," Ivy gritted as she felt a sharp move up her spine, "I just went into labor and
Sam left his cell phone in the kitchen this morning."
Luis was getting anxious, "Do you want me to come and bring you to the hospital?"
"No, I can drive myself. Do me a favor though and pick up Kay and Jessica and bring them to the hospital.
I dropped them off at the wharf to go shopping."
"Okay, and I’ll try to find Sam, too."
"Thank you, Luis, and hurry."
"Dammit! I was in such a hurry to go to the bathroom when I got home that I left my handbag and keys upstairs."
She headed towards the stairs, "From now on I’m keeping a spare set in my handbag." Ivy was halfway
up the stairs and in mid step when she had another sharp pain shoot up her spine. She gasped, doubled over in
pain, and lost her footing.
Sam heard the scream and several thumps as he rushed out of the bathroom, throwing on his shirt. "OH MY GOD!"
Ivy was sprawled at the bottom of the stairway. Sam flew down the stairs, nearly falling himself in a heap at
Ivy’s side. He lifted her head into his lap and lightly patted her cheek. "Honey, wake up. Come on, that’s
Ivy opened her eyes and Sam helped her sit up. "Sweetie, are you okay?"
"Oh Sam, I’m so glad you’re home. My water broke while I was sleeping and I called the station and you weren’t
there and I left my keys upstairs and the labor pains made me fall," Ivy rambled after she threw her arms
"Ssshhh," Sam pulled away so he could look Ivy in the eye for reassurance, "everything’s going to
be okay." Then his eyes traveled down the sea green sweater she was wearing and the plush white carpet.
He could see dark red stains appearing. "Oh God," he whispered.
Ivy saw his eyes widen. "What? What’s wrong?!"
"Um, nothing," Sam lied wanting to keep her calm. "Let’s just get you to the hospital." He
stood up and started to pull Ivy up with him.
Ivy had seen him glance down at the floor, so she began looking around her any sign that something was wrong.
Finally she spotted it and touched her sweater. She looked at her hand, wet with blood. "Sam, look! LOOK,"
she cried holding her hand in front of his face. "No, no, no. This can’t happen, it can’t. I’ve done everything
right." She had now rubbed her bloodied hand over her face and hair in worry. Ivy looked up at Sam, her
face and hair bloody, "Is this my punishment for being happy? Is this the price of love?"
She was in hysterics now and for the first time in her life, crying fitfully. Sam picked her up and carried her
to the car. "I’m not going to let anything happen to you, honey. I’m not going to lose you, or the babies."