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his eyes he revisited that terrible day, the day that changed everything.
It had rained all day that day, a relentless rain accompanied by rumbles of loud thunder and crashes of lightning that lit up the loft like a flashlight beaming in each window. He had woken to an empty bed with a niggling feeling that something wasn’t right. So not like Mikala to stay in bed and snuggle, it was her favorite part of the day, that and a strawberry milkshake before bed. It was a pregnancy thing and rain or shine, Mason made sure she had that shake and was tucked in each night and left to snuggle as long as she wanted each morning. The mother of his baby boy got whatever she wanted, needed or craved, even if he had to drive for hours, he made sure she was happy, protected and safe.
When he turned on the light and was met by the sight of tiny droplets of red trailing to the bathroom door his heart sunk as he leapt from the bed and burst into the bathroom. She was sitting on the floor propped against the toilet with her hand cradling her swollen belly.
“What the fuck, sugar?” he had asked, but all she managed was a shake of her head.
He wrapped her in a blanket and rushed to the truck, settled her into the backseat and tore through the streets like a madman. Ignoring the police that watched him speed past them, sirens screaming, he didn’t stop until he had her on a gurney and they were racing down the endless halls to the maternity ward. Mason wasn’t about to be stopped and no one was much concerned by his presence as all hands rushed Mikala into delivery and a surprising calm fell over the room. A nurse hooked up the fetal monitor and everyone silenced as they listened and waited.
The doctor briefly introduced himself simply as Joe and listened carefully with his strange looking stethoscope, a look of concern crossed his face and he pressed down on Mason’s shoulder and held Mikala’s hand as he shook his head.
“When was the last time you felt the baby move?” Joe asked, as Mikala searched from face to face and back again as she tried to remember, but she couldn’t and she screamed out ‘No!’ when she realized what he was saying.
Like a living nightmare, Mason went through the motions but he wasn’t really there. He held her hand and coached her through each push until she gave birth, but until he held Charlie in his arms he hadn’t physically been in the room.
He was directed to a chair where a nurse placed Charlie’s tiny swaddled body in his arms. Mason sat staring at the bundle so perfect, so beautiful, and so flawless and was stricken with disbelief that his baby was dead. A single tear ran over his cheek and fell onto Charlie’s tiny hand, he raised it to his lips and kissed the teardrop away.
A nurse came forward and snapped a photo before taking Charlie to Mikala.
That was the moment that something died inside Mason, he blew Mikala a kiss from across the room and disappeared into the hall and kept walking. He never looked back. He attended the funeral and then boarded a plane for Afghanistan.
Eight months had passed.
He pulled her tight to his chest and gently rocked her. “Fuck I’m sorry, sugar. I’m so, so fucking sorry.” he whispered, as tears rolled down his face.
***
It certainly wasn’t the Hilton and didn’t even come close to resembling a Howard Johnson’s. It was a seedy dumpy motel on the outskirts of town that Mikala determined as being affordable, therefore making it home for now. If nothing else it was clean, there was no doubt about that by the strong smell of bleach and lemon that hung in the air. There was a bed and small dresser, a TV on a rollaway rack from the 70’s and a wobbly table with a chair under a heavily draped window. She didn’t bother to unpack, there would be time for that later, she had to get ready and get to the club before the liquor order arrived.
Hopefully Mason would still be sleeping. She could be finished at the club and back
It had rained all day that day, a relentless rain accompanied by rumbles of loud thunder and crashes of lightning that lit up the loft like a flashlight beaming in each window. He had woken to an empty bed with a niggling feeling that something wasn’t right. So not like Mikala to stay in bed and snuggle, it was her favorite part of the day, that and a strawberry milkshake before bed. It was a pregnancy thing and rain or shine, Mason made sure she had that shake and was tucked in each night and left to snuggle as long as she wanted each morning. The mother of his baby boy got whatever she wanted, needed or craved, even if he had to drive for hours, he made sure she was happy, protected and safe.
When he turned on the light and was met by the sight of tiny droplets of red trailing to the bathroom door his heart sunk as he leapt from the bed and burst into the bathroom. She was sitting on the floor propped against the toilet with her hand cradling her swollen belly.
“What the fuck, sugar?” he had asked, but all she managed was a shake of her head.
He wrapped her in a blanket and rushed to the truck, settled her into the backseat and tore through the streets like a madman. Ignoring the police that watched him speed past them, sirens screaming, he didn’t stop until he had her on a gurney and they were racing down the endless halls to the maternity ward. Mason wasn’t about to be stopped and no one was much concerned by his presence as all hands rushed Mikala into delivery and a surprising calm fell over the room. A nurse hooked up the fetal monitor and everyone silenced as they listened and waited.
The doctor briefly introduced himself simply as Joe and listened carefully with his strange looking stethoscope, a look of concern crossed his face and he pressed down on Mason’s shoulder and held Mikala’s hand as he shook his head.
“When was the last time you felt the baby move?” Joe asked, as Mikala searched from face to face and back again as she tried to remember, but she couldn’t and she screamed out ‘No!’ when she realized what he was saying.
Like a living nightmare, Mason went through the motions but he wasn’t really there. He held her hand and coached her through each push until she gave birth, but until he held Charlie in his arms he hadn’t physically been in the room.
He was directed to a chair where a nurse placed Charlie’s tiny swaddled body in his arms. Mason sat staring at the bundle so perfect, so beautiful, and so flawless and was stricken with disbelief that his baby was dead. A single tear ran over his cheek and fell onto Charlie’s tiny hand, he raised it to his lips and kissed the teardrop away.
A nurse came forward and snapped a photo before taking Charlie to Mikala.
That was the moment that something died inside Mason, he blew Mikala a kiss from across the room and disappeared into the hall and kept walking. He never looked back. He attended the funeral and then boarded a plane for Afghanistan.
Eight months had passed.
He pulled her tight to his chest and gently rocked her. “Fuck I’m sorry, sugar. I’m so, so fucking sorry.” he whispered, as tears rolled down his face.
***
It certainly wasn’t the Hilton and didn’t even come close to resembling a Howard Johnson’s. It was a seedy dumpy motel on the outskirts of town that Mikala determined as being affordable, therefore making it home for now. If nothing else it was clean, there was no doubt about that by the strong smell of bleach and lemon that hung in the air. There was a bed and small dresser, a TV on a rollaway rack from the 70’s and a wobbly table with a chair under a heavily draped window. She didn’t bother to unpack, there would be time for that later, she had to get ready and get to the club before the liquor order arrived.
Hopefully Mason would still be sleeping. She could be finished at the club and back
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