"You asshole!"
I hear as I dodge things being thrown all over the living room at Brad. When I walked into the room about five minutes earlier, Brad was getting screamed at and things thrown at his head, expensive things. Things I used to own.
Now she is just flinging obscenities at him like a drunken sailor. Trying to stop her, I yell, "Sam, cut it out!"
She glares at me and starts to say something, but quickly brings her attention back to Brad and screams, "You are such a complete shithead. I want a divorce!"
Dropping my mouth open, I glance between Sam and Brad. When I look back to Sam, I realize that she has either gone completely insane or she is on drugs. Before this moment, I thought for sure that she was just having a temper tantrum.
Now however, I am sure there is so much more to this. I cry out, "Stop!" again and this time she does.
Sam walks towards me and put
"I just can't believe you." I scream at Dean as I enter the room. The last couple of days have been hectic because we have been trying to redecorate the babies room and now we are at my first fashion show. Being four months pregnant, I am really starting to show, so Dean is insisting that we get married soon. Talk about an interesting time. To top it all off, now I find Dean sitting in the backroom with a woman on his lap. Her hands are all over him and he doesn't seem to be trying to stop her very hard. So much for a wedding. The scary thing is, I actually thought he loved me and he was the one. Afterall, I am carrying his baby and everything. I thought we belonged together, but I guess it turns out that he is just another Brad and now I have to leave it all behind again. Crying, I dash out of the room as fast as a pregnant woman can and run straight into a very tall man in his sixties, with
"I can't believe you lied to me!" I cry out, feeling my world crumbling from underneath me."You were supposed to be the one person I could trust and now you tell me you are my real father?"Uncle Harry or should I say dad, sits next to me on the sofa looking bewildered after he notifies me that he is not my uncle but indeed my father. I am so confused and can't trust anyone now. What is going on? First, he shows up into my life on a day filled with so much anguish and now he is the one causing it."Darling, I didn't want to tell you at first because you would never understand. I loved your mother till the day she died and your father never knew. She only stayed with him out of duty because he loved her so much. See, just after they got married, I came back from the military and I realized I couldn't live without her. By then it was too late, she had already married your father that you grew up with.""But, why?&n
The minute they leave, I feel really bad about it. Knowing that it will be the last time we see them for at least a while till everything cools down, I turn to Dean so I can say my piece. Instead of talking, he picks me up and kisses me.While his lips devour mine, he carries me to the bedroom to finish what we had started earlier before all the drama. After he throws me down on the bed and takes my clothes off, we make love several times until we fall asleep in each other's arms. Waking up in the middle of the night, I feel Maureen move for the first time. It's a sort of warm feeling and then a quick little flutter, like a butterfly inside of me. Then the kicking starts and I start to get nauseous and a bit dizzy. Running to the bathroom, she starts to kick furiously and I actually see my stomach move. I don't pay attention to where I am going, so I end up slipping on the bathroom rug and falling face first onto t
"Can she go home today?" Dean says as the doctor paces around the room. "Yes, but if she starts to have difficulties bring her right back here. Sometimes after a miscarriage this late, a woman can experience heavy bleeding. If she does, she may need to have a hysterectomy." Startled by that, I turn quickly to face him and ask, "Doesn't that mean that I would never be able to have kids?" "Yes. It does unfortunately." He says in a cold tone of voice. Horrified by that reality, I carefully weigh my options. If I go home and start to bleed heavily, I may lose the ability to have children. If I don't go home right away, I can catch something in the hospital and get sick. Not to mention, if I stay here another day I may start to go slowly crazy. Shaking my head, I say to Dean, "It will work out, things always do." before I take his hand and kiss the back of it. When I st
A bright yellowish orb rises from the night like a phoenix as tendrils of light spread across the mountain side. That is the last thing I remember before I wake up in the hospital groggy and in pain. A kind of dull ache, I should say. The loss of Maureen finally hits me full force and the depths of my sorrow I have never known before takes over my soul. Unable to wish myself to do anything, I lay there and hope that I die because at least then I can be with my baby girl. Keeping my eyes closed, I listen to the nurse standing next to me. She must be messing with my I.V., because the next thing I know she takes the tape off of my arm and withdraws the needle from it. "Honey, I need you to open your eyes for me." I hear her say to me sweetly, but I refuse. "No, the light is hurting my eyes." I reply, but the real reason why I don't is because I am on the verge of completely losing it. "Alright,
"Dean, honey can you come here for a minute?" It has been several months since the incident and my business has been booming. Tonight, is the night of my big event. All of the famous fashion designers in Milan will be here, not to mention Oviere Dupone. He is the center of my masterwork. I literally built this whole wardrobe around him and I certainly hope that everyone regards it as a complete success. "Yeah, what do you want baby?" I watch as he strolls over to me with his long strong legs and my body screams out for him to touch me. For some reason whenever I get stressed, my body screams out touch me when he is near. To me, it's akin to when you see fire and you automatically flinch. So when he walks over somewhat casually, my body vibrates for him. Yes, I said vibrates. "Can you get me the tape over there?" I say as I point over to the table by the door while holding up one of the model'
"Knock" "Knock" I hear someone at the door and wonder who on earth it could possibly be. When I open it, I am even more curious because I have no idea who this woman is. "I am Ms. Goodberry your wedding planner. Your soon to be husband hired me to help you out. He said you were undecided on many things and he wants to make sure you have the most beautiful wedding money can buy, as it will be your last." A little shocked, I stand there with my mouth gaping open and staring at her. She is quite a forward woman, this one doesn't have any problems with getting her point across I imagine. The last wedding planner was stuck up and reserved. I didn't get along well with her and the minute she suggested I walk down the aisle in an almost see through gown, I decided she wasn't my wedding planner anymore. After getting over the initial surprise, I invite her in and we chat on the couch for a few minutes. "It's a
Just before I faint, I remember thinking that something bad has happened to Dean. "There she is." I hear someone say just barely. It was more like an echo in the distance but I heard it. Opening my eyes, I stare at the face directly above me and then he shines a bright light in my eyes. I instantly wince and close them. "Can you open them, I need to make sure you don't have a concussion." I hear the man say before I reply snydly. "Do you have to shine the flashlight right in my eyes?" I hear him laugh whole heartedly before he answers. "Yes. That way I can see your pupil's response to stimuli." "Oh." I open them very slowly and even though it hurts, I stare at him calmly for a brief second or two. Closing them again I state, "I can't keep it up." I hear the click of the flashlight and then open my eyes. Staring at him again, I try to sit up and find t