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going to lose our baby . . . please.”
“I can’t help it. I’ve been through it. My own parents, God, experienced it three times. I feel as though it has something to do with me. You gotta understand where I’m coming from because I’m trying, really trying hard to understand you.”
“You said you can’t risk loving and losing another child. Do you know how much that hurts? God, I’m already pregnant, Brian. I can’t undo it. How can you say that even if . . .”
“Stop!” I cup her face firmly, not giving her the chance to look away. “Stop,” I repeat myself softly this time. “Yes, I said that, and no, I never meant a word—not a single word. If there’s anything I’ve done in my life I regret deeply, it’s what I said.”
“What do you think it makes you?” She softly asks.
“I guess, it makes me a man in need of his woman. There’s no way I wouldn’t love our child . . . not in this lifetime. Half of everything our child will be is you. How can I not love that? It was my own fear talking, T.” I take a deep breath before saying what I need to say, “Say you forgive me?”
“I get the apprehension, I do. You must have been scared back then. Gosh, you were just a child yourself, but . . . you can’t live in the past, and worse, you can’t allow it to dictate your future, either. It’s not fair for me, or the baby, or you. I’ve had relationships before you. I’ve been hurt before, and yes it may not be the same as losing a child, but hurt is hurt, right? I moved on from that hurt because I wanted to live and love again. Do you?”
“I do, but only with you and him or her, whichever God will bless us with, as long as the baby’s healthy,” I say while I rest my palm against her warm tummy.
That earns a smile, and hopefully, there’s more where that came from.
“New slate, okay? I’m not saying you can’t be scared because we all are, just don’t let it affect us. Deal?”
“Kiss first.” I lean forward wanting to seal said deal.
“Too demanding,” She whispers against my lips.
“Forever.”
“With no end. Now, kiss me before I change my mind.”
Just like that, my upside down world turns right side up when her awaiting lips greet my very eager ones with a simple, yet emotional and very forgiving kiss until someone disturbs our little world.
“You got your ass handed to you? Do you still feel your balls? Or, are they shoved so far up your ass we need a damn Hoover to suck them out?”
That doesn’t even deserve a response, so I continue loving on my girl while my hand is securely anchored on her belly.
TAMI
Two weeks after my pregnancy revelation, Brian and I fall into baby mode. He makes sure I’m comfortable, he kisses my non-existent baby bump every time he says goodnight. When we go for my scheduled internal ultrasound, we both see our baby’s four chamber heart, and a picture of our little one is now on full display in a baby picture frame the girls gave me. Once he was so against it, now he’s so into me being pregnant, everyone is calling him Jake Junior.
As I’m preparing to go to work, a sharp pain hits me that almost brings me to my knees. Clutching my stomach, I take in a couple of deep breaths while I pray the hardest I’ve ever prayed in my life.
Please, God, don’t take my little miracle . . . please.
Another crippling pain hits me, and this time, I’m down on my knees. Pain—pain is everywhere, it’s all I feel.
“Oh, God! No!” A blood curling half sob, half wail leaves my mouth.
“Tami! Tami! Where are you?”
“Tami!”
I can hear Brian’s incessant yelling coupled with Roxy’s. Even though my brain is willing my mouth to move, nothing is coming out but tiny whimpers and weak sobs. Slowly sitting down, I watch blood drip down my legs, pooling on the bathroom floor.
As the door swings open, Roxy’s blood curling shrieks slice through my whimpers, but Brian’s closeness makes my sobs even louder—more desperate. His
“I can’t help it. I’ve been through it. My own parents, God, experienced it three times. I feel as though it has something to do with me. You gotta understand where I’m coming from because I’m trying, really trying hard to understand you.”
“You said you can’t risk loving and losing another child. Do you know how much that hurts? God, I’m already pregnant, Brian. I can’t undo it. How can you say that even if . . .”
“Stop!” I cup her face firmly, not giving her the chance to look away. “Stop,” I repeat myself softly this time. “Yes, I said that, and no, I never meant a word—not a single word. If there’s anything I’ve done in my life I regret deeply, it’s what I said.”
“What do you think it makes you?” She softly asks.
“I guess, it makes me a man in need of his woman. There’s no way I wouldn’t love our child . . . not in this lifetime. Half of everything our child will be is you. How can I not love that? It was my own fear talking, T.” I take a deep breath before saying what I need to say, “Say you forgive me?”
“I get the apprehension, I do. You must have been scared back then. Gosh, you were just a child yourself, but . . . you can’t live in the past, and worse, you can’t allow it to dictate your future, either. It’s not fair for me, or the baby, or you. I’ve had relationships before you. I’ve been hurt before, and yes it may not be the same as losing a child, but hurt is hurt, right? I moved on from that hurt because I wanted to live and love again. Do you?”
“I do, but only with you and him or her, whichever God will bless us with, as long as the baby’s healthy,” I say while I rest my palm against her warm tummy.
That earns a smile, and hopefully, there’s more where that came from.
“New slate, okay? I’m not saying you can’t be scared because we all are, just don’t let it affect us. Deal?”
“Kiss first.” I lean forward wanting to seal said deal.
“Too demanding,” She whispers against my lips.
“Forever.”
“With no end. Now, kiss me before I change my mind.”
Just like that, my upside down world turns right side up when her awaiting lips greet my very eager ones with a simple, yet emotional and very forgiving kiss until someone disturbs our little world.
“You got your ass handed to you? Do you still feel your balls? Or, are they shoved so far up your ass we need a damn Hoover to suck them out?”
That doesn’t even deserve a response, so I continue loving on my girl while my hand is securely anchored on her belly.
TAMI
Two weeks after my pregnancy revelation, Brian and I fall into baby mode. He makes sure I’m comfortable, he kisses my non-existent baby bump every time he says goodnight. When we go for my scheduled internal ultrasound, we both see our baby’s four chamber heart, and a picture of our little one is now on full display in a baby picture frame the girls gave me. Once he was so against it, now he’s so into me being pregnant, everyone is calling him Jake Junior.
As I’m preparing to go to work, a sharp pain hits me that almost brings me to my knees. Clutching my stomach, I take in a couple of deep breaths while I pray the hardest I’ve ever prayed in my life.
Please, God, don’t take my little miracle . . . please.
Another crippling pain hits me, and this time, I’m down on my knees. Pain—pain is everywhere, it’s all I feel.
“Oh, God! No!” A blood curling half sob, half wail leaves my mouth.
“Tami! Tami! Where are you?”
“Tami!”
I can hear Brian’s incessant yelling coupled with Roxy’s. Even though my brain is willing my mouth to move, nothing is coming out but tiny whimpers and weak sobs. Slowly sitting down, I watch blood drip down my legs, pooling on the bathroom floor.
As the door swings open, Roxy’s blood curling shrieks slice through my whimpers, but Brian’s closeness makes my sobs even louder—more desperate. His
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