The world us upside down the moment I open my eyes. After a second blink, the cream coloured walls and pale blue blinds of the room come into focus. A face pops up, which makes me jerk backwards with uneasiness.

My arms immediately circle around my abdomen to protect myself. When my hands slide over my stomach, I suddenly notice my little food bump is more like a soccer ball taped to my stomach.

What the hell have I missed?

I look between my belly and Blake's face, trying to piece everything together. But as I wrack through my brain searching for answers, I feel the throbbing pain of a headache coming on.

"Shit, Ava," cusses Blake. "I'm right here." He grabs my hand and squeeze it tightly. My mind circles with confusion as I stare into his sunken green eyes. His brown hair is long and messy, slightly poking up around the sides and falling in front of his eyes.

"Uh?" I moan, the words not making it out. My tongue feels like sandpaper stuck to the roof of my mouth. "Water?"

"Yes, water." Blake steps back and grabs a cup of water off the table next to the bed and offers it to me. I gratefully accept the cup and finish it off with ease. The cold water sloshes around my mouth and takes away that sandpapery feel. As I hand the cup back, I notice the beeping machines behind the bed.

Alarm finally sets in. What happened to me? I wiggle my fingers, my toes, and move my limbs. Nothing feels sore or broken, so what happened to lend me in hospital?

Blake takes my hand and grips it tightly. I'm afraid I might lose my fingers, but I don't tell him to let go. I'm afraid if he lets go I might lose him. I'd rather he keep his sanity, even if my fingers are at state. The throbbing pain of my fingers makes this feel real.

"What happened?" I ask.

"Do you remember anything?"

"Uh." I think back to my last memory, which isn't an easy task. "I remember feeling dizzy?" I offer, but not much else. I remember the stairs, my head spinning, and then nothing. I assume I feel down the stairs, it's the only explanation for all of this.

"You fell down the stairs and hit your head," explains Blake.

"What about the baby?" It would appear from the growing bump that our baby is just fine, but I need to hear Blake tell me it is okay. I don't want to assume anything, not when it comes to something delicate as this.

Blake's mouth opens to answer, but then he hesitates. Out of instinct, I press both hands to my tummy and hold on. I don't know how I'm going to do anything, but there's a sense of comfort in it.

"Our bub is fine," he starts. "We almost lost him, but he's a strong fighter!" My body unstiffens at the sound of, fine. I don't care about what happens to me, just as long as our baby is okay. Such an innocent life shouldn't end because I was stupid enough to trip down some stairs.

"We're having a boy?" I smile.

"I don't know," answers Blake. "I still think we're having a boy." He lightly chuckles, my mind suddenly remembering our mini-debate on the gender of the baby.

"Oh." I half-grin.

"They offered to tell me last week, but I thought I'd wait to make that choice with you." My mind gets stuck on the last week part. I've been out for a whole week? I can't have been out for a week, unless I've suddenly popped.

"How long have I been out for?" I ask.

Blake shifts on his feet uneasily, then he confesses, "About a month."

"Shit." I frown. "That's a long time."

"When you fell down the stairs, you managed to hit your head. There was some slight swelling, but it's come down," he says.

"And?"

"From what they could tell, you're going to be okay," explains Blake.

"What happened with the baby?" I want to know everything, even if that everything isn't good news. I could handle it. I know our baby is fine.

"You were bleeding. The doctors thought you were going to miscarry the baby, but you stopped." There's a look of relief on Blake's face when he explains that the bleeding stopped.

I can't help but think it's a good thing I was knocked out during this process . . . my panicking wouldn't have been good. I'm sad I missed a month of watching our baby grow. I could never get that month of my life back.

"We've sure got a fighter then." I smile and rub my tummy. It certainly feels odd, but I think I can get used to this.

"You need to eat, however," says Blake. "The baby is slightly underweight but healthy."

"Okay." I nod my head. I'm not hungry, but I'd manage to eat something if I needed to. We'd get this baby back on track.

"I missed you so much, Ava." He huffs, exhaustion clearly written across his face.

"Blakie." I frown. "I always miss you."

"I was so scared, scared of . . ." Blake shakes his head, unable to finish his sentence. I don't want him to finish that sentence either. It would break my heart to hear everything he's gone through, even if I could imagine it myself, I don't want to think about it.

"Forget it." I tug on a weak smile. "I'm here now, and that's all that matters." And in all honestly, that's all that matters. There's no point worrying about what might have happened when everything is okay now.

"Okay." He grins with a nod.

"When can you spring me from this place?" I question. "I want to go home and sleep." I change the conversation to something a little lighter to shift the gloomy atmosphere.

"I'm not sure, baby." He shrugs. "They'll want to keep you in for observations."

"Of course, they will." I roll my eyes. "I take spending a month here isn't enough?" I chuckle.

"As soon as we get you home, I'll cook your favourite food." The thought of Blake's cooking makes my stomach rumble. I could easily go for fried rice and spring rolls with a side of brochette, garlic bread, and pasta. Chocolate dessert would be nice as well.

"Good, I'm excited for it." I nod.

"Great, baby, great!" Blake leans in and presses a kiss against my forehead. I smile and lean into his body.

Eventually, a doctor strolls into the room with a happy grin on her face. She introduces herself as Mrs. Lydn. The lady goes through the paperwork clipped at the end of the bed before checking my vitals and the baby. Once the physical examination is over, Mrs. Lydn dives into an explanation of what's been happening.

I was in a coma for under a month, no major concern, thankfully. Our baby was closely monitored and seems to be doing really well. When I fell down the stairs, I didn't appear to hit my abdomen badly, and with the cushy inside, the worst was avoided.

The only downside is that I'm being forced to stay in hospital for a little longer because they want to monitor the baby and I. It kind of sucks, but I'll live with it. I'd rather be at home eating Blake's cooking, but this will do for now.

I can see the relief on Blake's face, now that he knows I'll be okay and in good hands. Now he can spend the next week getting a haircut and setting our lives back to what they were once before this happened.

Once she's finished running through things, Blake and I say our partings and she leaves to attend her next patient. Blake gets comfortable on the seat next to me and smiles.

"What?" I look around. "Why are you smiling at me like that?"

"I'm just happy, Ava." He simply shrugs his shoulders.

"Can you be happy as you get me a drink of water?" I laugh.

"Sure, baby." Blake nods his head.

"And then –"

"What?" He grumbles, already annoyed with my pestering.

"Can you come and give me a hug?" I smile.

"Yes, I can." He nods his head, a faint smile working its way onto his lips.

Blake later retunes with a cup of water I demolish within a second. He discards the flimsy plastic in the bin before sitting on the bed next to me. Blake wraps his arms around my body while I rest my head on his chest.

"I missed holding you like this," he says.

"You don't need to miss me anymore." I softly chuckle.

"You're very right, Ava, I don't."

"So, tell me what I've missed." Blake kisses the top of my head before diving into the things I've missed over the past month. Tears, drama, and poopy nappies. This is already beginning to make me feel like I never missed a day let alone a month.