"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
After such a great night of love making, I yawn and stretch feeling bright eyed and bushy tailed. It has been quite a while since I have felt ready to go the minute I wake up. I guess knowing that I have a date with Ms. Goodberry for a dress fitting and other details of the wedding, makes me nervous and giddy. Climbing out of bed slowly, I try my best to not wake up Dean and almost succeed except for one thing. His leg is draped over mine and there is no way I can get up without disturbing him. So, I bite the bullet and decide that it's now or never and simply move it. Watching as he turns over, he gives me that prize winning smile of his. The one where he looks like a Cheshire cat and kind of slinks up to me before kissing me. He says softly, "Good morning baby." Why do I always melt when he does that? It seems to me that every man knows if they kiss a woman like that in the morning, they just fall into their a
"I can't believe it!" I exclaim and grab ahold of her wrist, pulling her towards the back quickly so no one sees her. "You weren't suppose to come back. The cops have been looking for you and I have been told to notify them the minute I hear from you. How could the both of you be so stupid?" I start to pace around like a leopard caught in a trap. Wanting to pull my hair out, I realize that this is neither the time or place to be having this conversation, so I try to calm myself down by thinking of Dean and that smile of his. When I glance back over at Sam, she has tears in her eyes and I immediately feel bad about what I just said. "I'm sorry, it's just a really bad idea for you to be here right now." I say softly while walking over to her and giving her a hug. She automatically cheers right up and gives me a kiss on the cheek. "So, can I see you in the dress? I might not be here fo