Mother told me not to venture out in the snow

The snow was falling at a fast but steady rate and almost 5 centimeters had fallen so far. It was the christmas eve and I wanted to take Meeha out for a fancy dinner at The Green Vine. I had had the reservations since October and I was not going to miss it. Meeha told me it was a bad idea to go and that the baby wasn't feeling good anyways. I never understood how the baby couldn't feel good even thought it wasn't born yet, but I guess it can. Me, being the type of man I am, pushed and pushed until she decided she would go.1

By the time Meeha was ready, 6 more centimeters had fallen and the winds were picking up. She asked me if I was sure and told me she wouldn't be upset if we didn't go. I told her to get her jacket on and meet me in the car. As I opened the door of the house, the wind grabbed it. It hit the side of the house with a big bang.2

We were driving down the number 7 highway...the car was all over the road...I wanted to turn back but it was too late now. We were almost there. In the distance I could see head lights, but as the snow covered the windsheild they dissappeared. I put Meeha's favourite tape in the tape deck, hoping it would calm her down and  when I looked up the headlights reappeared.3

I looked over to Meeha's side of the car, to my surprise the car was empty. I slowly undid my seat belt as a sharp pain shot up my neck. I didn't care I had to find Meeha. I inched my way out of the car and onto the snow cover road. I layed there for a few seconds, then tried to pull myself up. I couldn't feel my legs but that wasn't going to stop me from finding Meeha. I looked at the other car and noticed that the man who was driving wasn't moving. I didn't care I had to find Meeha. I grabbed the side of the car and forced myself to a standing position. I looked over the car and I saw Meeha...covered in blood...holding her stomach.4

I yelled her name and she didn't respond. I fell back to the ground and crawled slowly and painfully to her body. I whispered in her ear and told her everything would be alright. She looked up at me and I could see a slight smile.
"Remember when we were just teenagers" she said "And you mother told us not to venture out in a snow storm" her smile faded and her eyes rolled back into her head.5

She was gone. Are baby never even had a chance. I layed my head on her chest and layed in the snow. I thought of that day when we teenagers...and on my grave stone it says...Don't venture out in the snow