"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
"Don't move!" I hear a policeman scream in the background.I open my eyes and immediately wish that I hadn't, because the next thing I know I am getting body slammed by one of the police officers. "Stay down!" He exclaims before I feel my head being pinned to the ground and my face getting pressed into the pavement. As they handcuff me, I try to stay still so it doesn't hurt so bad.Crying out, I try to say, "Stop, please." However the officer doesn't listen.Being barely able to breathe, I try to take a deep breath and when I can't I start to sob hopelessly. He pulls me up finally by the elbow with one hand and yanks me mid air before placing me on my feet. "Stay still or I will have to do it again. Do you understand me Ms.?"Too concerned with the fact that everything hurts like hell now, I completely miss what he is saying to me so he yanks me around to face him and repeats himself while growling at
"Get out of here." I yell excitedly into the phone and then burst out laughing. "Yes, really it's me. I saw a newspaper article about your fashion design business and starting thinking about you again. Do you realize in high school, I actually had a huge crush on you?" Donovan, the man on the phone says with a deep male voice. "I had no idea." I reply softly and my voice trails off when I realize that Dean is starting to get really jealous. Not wanting to cause a conflict, I decide to end the call quickly and say, "Hey, can I call you tomorrow? It has been a really long day and I am tired." "Sure. What time?" He asks, sounding a bit put out. "How about 10 a.m.? Then maybe we can have lunch together to talk about all the old times. Does that sound good?" I ask quickly while watching Dean pace around the bedroom. "Yeah. Sounds fine." He states and f