"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
“Mom. Come look at this.” Link rushes over to me and almost falls in the sand right before he reaches me. Everyday, he looks more and more like a Minnie me version of Dean and I love every minute of it. Being so perfect, some days I wonder if I haven’t died and this is my version of heaven. What I do know though, is I wouldn’t change a minute of it for the world. It has been two years since the day Dean came back into our lives, I sit back and think as I watch Dean and Link playing in the sand at the playground. Last year we got married finally and made the whole family thing official. Link started preschool and we are expecting our little girl any day now. Dean decided that he gets to name this one Isabel and I agreed whole heartedly. It is a wonderful name for a vision of beauty. I can already tell that she has a mind of her own because the way she kicks me when she gets too hot, or my music is too loud. She makes me laugh and when I cry, I feel her suddenly move as if s
“Hey, what are you doing over there?” I look to see what Link is doing before I rush over to tickle him. Watching as he pokes his head from under the covers, I grab the sheet and pull it down so I can get to his feet. Wiggling and shrieking, he tries his hardest to escape the “fingers of death”, but eventually I succeed and tickle him till he screams out, “Mommmmmy, stop.” I glance at his face to see him laughing so hard his face is all red and scrunched up. It makes me chuckle and then I watch him laugh so hard he rolls clear off the bed when I grab his ankles and tickle his foot again. This tickle monster knows how to play the game and win. “O.K., O.K., it’s time for bed. Now that we have gotten out all that extra energy, you should be able to fall asleep right away. Or do we need the tickle monster to strike again?” I ask jokingly while tucking him in and stopping to wiggle my fingers. “No
“Did you get the cake?” I ask Johnson quietly, so Nora doesn’t hear. He nods before he picks up the bag from under the table and shows me. Today is Nora’s birthday. She has just turned 32 and is so excited, because Johnson asked her to marry him this morning. The first thing she did as soon as he gave her the ring and proposed, was to say yes and then call me to let me know. Screaming over the phone, I thought she was being murdered, till she finally spit it out. I can’t explain how happy I felt when I found out. She really deserves a happy ending. “Did you bring what I asked you to?” He looks at me nervously. I wink and whisper, “There is absolutely no way I would forget it.” As soon as I say it, Nora walks back in the room. “What are you two whispering about over there? You know that I don’t like secrets or surprises. I have had way too many of both of them today even th
When I wake up in the middle of the night, I turn over and all I find is a handwritten note on the pillow where Donovan was lying before I fell asleep. Turning on the light, I stare at it in disbelief while I read it, “Jenna, all these years I have loved you and because of that, you have ruined my life. I could have had a family with a loving woman, but all I could see was you and I constantly compared her to you. Knowing that she was never going to be good enough, I finally told her and she couldn’t take it, so she left me. Now you know how I feel and the rest of your life is ruined because there is no way any man will ever compare to me. You will spend the rest of your days wanting me and will never find me because there is no way I would ever be with someone so shallow. I hope you get your just rewards and when you go home late tonight, Dean leaves you because he sees you for what you really are. Just a cheap whore that’s looking for a go
Afterwards, we head straight to the motel that Brad and Sam stayed at so there would be less of a chance that they would recognize me. As soon as we check in, we go to the room and before I even shut the door, he grabs me and slams me against the wall feverishly kissing me and sliding his hands up and down my body. Assaulting me with his lips, his eyes peer straight into my soul. We are connected and I will never be able to go back to Dean without feeling remorse for what I have done.The only problem is the simple fact that making love with Dean turned me on endlessly, but Donovan rocks my world. It’s like we connect on a whole new level and knowing how that feels now, I can’t have sex with Dean and not feel that something is missing. This man has ruined me for any other.Closing my eyes for a split second, I see Dean and instantly feel horrible. How can I go on? I can’t marry him now. I just cheated on
Opening the door, I come face to face with Donovan. I barely recognize him, but he still has the same entrancing blue eyes that he did in high school. However, this version of Donovan Montrose is grown up and definitely better looking. At about 6 and a half foot tall, with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, a completely flawless complexion and a strong jawline, he is picture perfect. Literally like a model who just walked out of GQ. Not to mention, his muscles. He has the physique of a world class athlete. When I stand there staring at him and don’t invite him in right away, he asks, “Am I intruding?” Shaking my head, I reply quickly while motioning him in. “No, not the least. I am just surprised you are here. How did you find me and get in the gate?” “Your gate was wide open, for one thing. As to how I found you, I looked you up in the phone book. The two of you still have a landline.&nb
“Hey, so is 11:30 good for you?” I ask while getting dressed. Waking up late, I try my hardest to get back on schedule, but everything seems to be working against me this morning. “Yeah, that will be perfect.” He says excitedly. I can just imagine he is smiling from ear to ear over the phone like he used to in high school. That boy used to give me the creeps because every time I turned around he was staring at me. All my friends would kid me about my creepy boyfriend and that we should just get a room or something. I really had no clue that he liked me that way, I thought that they were just being idiots. But, the sheer fact that he remembered me after all these years and still gets excited to hear my voice says something strangely. Saying, “See you then.” I end the call and turn to Dean who seems to be not so comfortable with my little lunch date. “Why c
"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
"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