Love in the Fast Lane (Paul Walker Fanfiction)

Forty Four / Bringing Home Baby

Please read all the way to the end, including the author's note! xoxo

{unedited}

August 6th, 2011

"Are you ready to go home little miss Aubree?" I ask, gazing down at my daughter in my arms. Her eyes are wide open, displaying her gorgeous blues. That is one feature I was praying she would get. Nothing is as mesmerizing as those blue eyes. "Did you know that you already have your daddy wrapped around your finger?"

Paul laughs from the other side of the room as he packs my bag. I am finally being discharged today, and I cannot wait to go home. Part of me dreads it, but only because of what happened there three days ago. Knowing that Jake is in jail and won't be out for a long time gives not just me, but everyone peace of mind.

"How much longer do you think it will be?" I ask Paul, looking up at him.

He zips up my bag, then walks over to the bed and sits down next to me. "You know how stuff like this goes. They say they just have to sign paperwork but two hours later you're still here." He sighs and looks down at Aubree before taking her into his arms. "She is so totally worth it."

My heart squeezes in my chest looking at them. He's right. All of the things that we went through in my pregnancy have paid off. I never thought I would see the day of being happy about sleepless nights, endless feedings, and diaper changes, but I'm definitely happy right now.

Someone knocks at the door, and we both look up to see a nurse walk in with a wheelchair. "Alright, it's time to leave!"

I get up off the bed, a little apprehensive of the wheelchair. "I don't think that will be neccessary. I can walk just fine."

She laughs. "I'm sure you can, but unfortunately it's the hospital's policy." She rolls the wheelchair over to me and I sit down in it.

Paul hands me Aubree then grabs my bag. "Let's go home."

The nurse pushes me down the hallway, Paul following close behind us. He seemed really jittery this morning, and he was constantly on his phone. It concerned me a little, but that discussion would have to wait until we got home. The thought of home brought a huge smile to my face. We're finally bringing our little bundle of joy home, and it feels so right. It feels so surreal now that our family is here.

Once we are outside, I can't help but look around to see if I could spot any cameras. It takes a minute to convince myself to relax and calm down. It's the beginning of August and it's almost a bazillion degrees outside, the last thing I should be worried about is the paparazzi. "Paul, did you pull the truck around? It's so hot out here and I don't want Aubree to get too warm." I get this weird feeling inside of me once my motherly instincts take over. Obviously I had never had to do that much, only a few times with Meadow.

"Yeah, it's just right there." He points ahead and I follow his finger to see the truck about fifteen feet ahead of us.

We get to the truck and I get out of the wheelchair. The nurse insists to help me into the truck but I politely tell her no and thank her for her help. Once she is out of our hearing range, I turn to Paul and ask, "Do you want to put Aubree in her car seat or should I?"

Paul thinks about it for a few seconds before replying, "I will give it a shot." He takes Aubree from me and I open the door for him before getting in the truck myself. I turn around to watch him put her in the car seat. I can't help but smile when he looks at it confused. He catches my smile and laughs sarcastically. "Don't make fun of me."

"I'm not making fun of you, I'm just smiling at your misfortune." I find it amusing to watch him struggle with fixing her seat belt. He's such a strong person that seems to be able to do anything, so seeing him not be able to do this brings him into a new light. Of course, I always like to watch my husband. I can never get enough of him.