Well, hey, guess what? I’m bumping this thread… because I actually have an update! 
I finished Chapter 12, and I hope it’s as good as what you’ve read so far. It’s been a little strange trying to get back into it, but I’m determined to work on this and get it finished! One more chapter to go, and I’ve pretty much got it mapped out in my head already!
Enjoy, guys! And thanks so much for sticking this out with me. I’m so sorry this didn’t get updated sooner! D:
Chapter 12, Last Part
An hour or more had passed, and Mo was still sitting in the waiting room with his headphones shoved into his ears in an attempt to get his mind off of what was going on. However, it was nearly impossible not to think about with nurses dashing in and out of the maternity ward every five minutes or so, and he couldn’t help but begin to wonder if something was going wrong.
He sank lower in his seat and cranked the volume up higher. Don’t get nervous. She’s probably fine. Maybe it’s all normal when someone has a baby.
His eyes shot up to follow a random nurse as she walked toward the intensive care ward, and she flashed him a quick smile as she walked by. He gave a faint smile back and watched as she continued on, greeting another young man as she disappeared into the room. Mo’s eyes landed on the man she had just greeted, and he immediately noticed the slightly confused look on his face as he stood there in the middle of the atrium that branched off into various wards of the hospital, as if he hadn’t a clue where he was supposed to go.
But it wasn’t the fact that the man seemed lost that grabbed Mo’s attention, it was that he looked oddly - and eerily - familiar.
A receptionist at the round desk in the middle of the atrium seemed to notice the confused man as well, and she called for his attention to ask if he needed any guidance. Mo carefully kept his eye on this man, watching as he wandered to the desk and placed his hands on top of it, then hesitated to speak to the receptionist.
“You wouldn’t… happen to know if anyone by the name of Eve McCrea is in the maternity ward, would you?” he finally managed. Mo carefully watched as the nurse went through a digital list on the computer in front of her. Her face twisted into an expression of confusion, and she looked back up at the young man.
“No, there’s no one by that name here,” she replied. The man’s shoulder’s slumped.
Mo furrowed his brow. Why in the world would that random guy want to know where Eve is?
“Well then… uhh, did a young woman with blonde hair get admitted here today?” he further wondered, and Mo shifted forward in his seat in curiosity.
“Yes,” the nurse slowly replied, “but she’s listed here as Rylee Landon.”
Mo was struck with confusion. Who the heck was Rylee Landon?
“Where is she being kept?” the man wondered, and the nurse sweetly gave him the room number he was looking for. As he headed off down the hall, Mo saw him stopping right in front of the door to Eve’s room in the maternity ward, and almost without thinking he shot out of his seat and ran down the hall, then clamped a hand over the man’s shoulder before he could turn the handle.
“No!” the word burst from his mouth, and the man jumped several feet in the air from being surprised.
“Kid, you just about gave me a heart attack,” the man gasped before wrenching Mo’s hand off of his shoulder. “And what do you mean, ‘no!’?”
“You stay away from Eve,” Mo spat. “She’s not Rylee Landon, whoever the hell that is, and I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t want some stranger to show up while she’s in the middle of-” The man shook his head and held up his hands to silence the angry teen.
“I know she’s not Rylee Landon,” he calmly interjected, “and I’m no stranger, either. It’s me, Alex O’Neill. Remember?”
Mo studied the man’s face for a minute, and suddenly recognized him. How could he have not seen it was him before? It was probably because there was something different about him, but at the moment he couldn’t entirely place his finger on what exactly that difference was.
Before either one could say anything else, noises from inside the room seized their attention. In between the loud, frantic chattering of nurses, they could hear pitiful groans that sounded like WALL•E, as well as Eve gasping for breath periodically.
But it was the sound of a newborn baby’s cry that rang out above all else, capturing and gripping both Mo and Alex’s pounding hearts and holding them firmly to the ground where they were standing.
The two looked at each other, and for the first time since they’d known the other, they exchanged a smile.
“That’s… that’s my baby,” Alex breathed, saying it more to himself than to Mo. He reached down for the door handle and pushed it open, this time without protest from Mo, and the two carefully stepped into the room. The eyes of McCrea, WALL•E, and all of the nurses shot up to meet them, and while the nurses smiled upon recognizing Alex as the baby’s father, the countenance of WALL•E and McCrea weren’t so welcoming.
“What are you doing in here?!” McCrea cried, getting up from his seat. Alex entirely ignored him and walked over to Eve’s bed side. “You leave her alone. She’s been through a lot and I don’t want you making anything worse!”
“Brandon,” came Eve’s tired, quiet voice. McCrea looked down at her and saw the calm, peaceful look that played in her eyes, despite how exhausted she was. “It’s okay. Alex isn’t going to hurt anything. I wanted him here, anyway.”
Upon hearing that, WALL•E let out an angry blip. He never wanted Alex there!
Some of the nurses began to head out of the room with the baby in their hands, and told Alex and Eve that they’d be back shortly with him after they did some testing to make sure he was okay. Eve reached over to take Alex’s hand at the words, and she let out a small smile.
“So it really is a boy, then?” she timidly asked. The nurse holding the baby grinned broadly before disappearing out the door.
“It sure is,” she replied, then disappeared moments later with a few of the others. Alex and Eve looked at each other in excitement, and Alex even leaned down to place a kiss on her cheek. Mo looked away and rolled his eyes, mumbling something under his breath about keeping their mouths to themselves, but McCrea happened to overhear him and quietly reprimanded him for it.
WALL•E, on the other hand, felt himself being torn to pieces by the simple gesture.
For the first time in his existence, he saw someone else displaying blatant romantic affection for Eve.
His Eve.
And he thought he’d come to terms with all this, too. She was a human, he was a robot. He knew that. He knew things were different now, and that she could only be loved in that way by another human.
But to actually see it… it broke his heart; or, whatever sort of malfunctioned partition of his programming that caused him to feel emotion. He didn’t have a heart, realistically.
Hypothetically though, he did. And it shattered to pieces just like any human, fleshly heart would.
After the nurses had cleaned off the baby and made sure all of his vital signs looked good, they dressed him and prepared him to be taken back in the other room to meet his parents. One nurse who’d been clothing him suddenly noticed that his eyes were wide open and searching the ceiling.
She was surprised when she realized that his left eye was brown… but his other eye was blue.
Those things happen, I suppose, she thought as she reached for a small, soft hat to slip over his head rich with dark hair; but she noticed as she moved her hand past his right side that he didn’t even seem to notice.
She paused, then moved her hand in front of the baby’s right eye and wiggled her fingers. She waved her hand back and forth, and though the baby’s eyes were open wide and he was fully alert, he didn’t appear to be responding to the movement.
That’s… odd, she thought to herself, reaching for the hat again, which she’d placed to the right of him. As her hand brushed his shoulder, however, he suddenly started to wail.
The other nurses turned to look when they heard the baby start crying, and asked what had happened. When the one dressing the baby explained she’d only simply touched his shoulder, they all exchanged confused glances.
“It’s almost like he can’t… he can’t see out of his right eye,” she managed. Another nurse did the same gestures with her hand over the baby’s face and got the same results. She shook her head and lifted the baby into her hands.
“Let’s have the doctor look at him,” she suggested. “He’ll probably be able to tell us what’s going on here.”
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You really know how to flatter me, don’t you? 
I bumped this thread on the last page… anyway, yes, you must get crackin’ and finish this epic tale of romance, identity and betrayal! 
