Post by Mimi on Aug 18, 2006 11:36:31 GMT -5
“What do you mean you haven’t known for a long time?” I ask her as we walk into the penthouse, both of us truly exhausted but knowing very well our night was just beginning. She turns around and shrugs at me, making a confused face before smiling and lifting up her hands in defense.
“John, I’m telling you…I seriously haven’t known for that long.” She laughs as she turns around and places her purse down on the desk while I close and lock the front door. I slowly make my way behind her as my hands skim around her thin waist and I bring her body close to mine. I hear her sigh softly as she lets out a small laugh before turning around in my arms and looking into my eyes. “I found out about a week ago.”
My mouth drops open as I hear her honesty and I can’t help but want to strangle her at this very moment. “A WEEK! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“Because I wanted it to be a surprise and I wasn’t sure how to break it to you….but I know I wanted to surprise you….reason being I kept it to myself this long. Trust me honey….I had a real hard time trying to keep this secretive….and don’t worry, you’re the first to know.” She smiles at me beautifully, grabbing my face in her hands and pulling me closer to her face, rubbing her lips along mine in the most gentlest of touches. She pulls back and looks at me once more before smiling and pulling her body away from mine for a bit. “I’m surprised you didn’t catch on actually? I was afraid you would.”
“What! I thought you were simply tired half the time and that you needed your rest…were you throwing up?” I ask her as she looks at me as if I must be joking.
“Yep…Still am actually…although it has calmed down a bit. Usually when I had the morning sickness pretty bad….you would be gone for the day…either at the office or running your errands. And when I have it while your home…I was pretty good at hiding it….that is until now.” She laughs as she walks away from me, kicking off her heels and slowly sitting on the couch. I walk over by her and kneel in front of her as I place my hands on her thighs, before looking at her flat stomach and smiling widely.
“We’re going to have a baby…And I absolutely cannot wait!” I laugh as she bites her lip, trying to stop her smile.
“Well that makes both of us…I have a question for you though? Was I this sick with Belle when I was pregnant with her because I seriously don’t seem to be handling this little one too well.” I look up at her and I want to shrug, because the truth is I don’t really know at all.
“Well sweetie….I’m assuming you were but I can’t be sure. I know you were deeply sick with the last one that….you…were….” I stop myself, thinking maybe this may be hurtful information and as I watch her face, it seems to be taking its effect. She stands up from the sofa, pulling away my hands that are begging her to remain seated. She crosses her arms and walks to the balcony as she stares out and all I can do is drop my head and curse myself for bringing that up. I slowly rise to my feet as I try to think of something else to say but I can’t even find the right words. “Baby…Sweetie….look I’m sorry for bringing that up….why don’t we go upstairs and let me tuck you into bed so you could get some rest…okay?” I suggest, not really knowing what to say or do anymore. I see her shake her head as she drops it for a second, and then I hear those painful sniffles that tear at my heart. I reach out to her, trying to bring her near me, but she pulls away and cries a little more.
“I don’t even know why I am crying…I don’t know if it’s because I feel the loss of that child or if it’s because I had hurt you. Either way…it’s killing me inside and I don’t know how to deal with it. I can’t try to cover up the pain with this new baby on the way….I was doing that and until you mentioned it and now I just feel this enormous sense of pain….guilt….and I don’t know how to deal with it.” She begins to shake and her cries have now become deeper and broken. It takes only a few minutes until I watch her breakdown in front of me, desperate to run away from the torment she is drowning in. I reach for her and pull her into my arms, burying her face into my chest as she sobs uncontrollably, her arms wrapped around me tightly and her hands in tight fists. I rub her hair and her back and I slowly rock our bodies, hoping to calm her down before she becomes hysterical. Once I notice that her cries have somewhat relaxed, I reach down and snatch her up into my arms, carrying her to our bedroom upstairs. She rests her head along my shoulder as I take her to the room, her tears still falling but her sobs now silent.
As we reach the room, I lay her down along the bed as I walk back and close our door. I slowly start undoing her dress and pulling the beige silk material from her body and place it gently along the sheets while I grab her nightgown and place it over her head and onto her body. Once I removed all of the items she had been wearing, I pull back the sheets and place her body underneath them, tucking her in under the soft down comforter. I kiss her forehead as I beg her to rest and close her eyes…knowing she needs her sleep. Once I notice that her eyes have closed, I grab her dress and hang it up in the closet and then tuck away her jewelry and intimate apparel away in dressers and cabinets. I stare at her from across the room, and I send a silent prayer to heaven that this pregnancy goes well and that our dreams of happiness and contentment may finally come true.
“John, I’m telling you…I seriously haven’t known for that long.” She laughs as she turns around and places her purse down on the desk while I close and lock the front door. I slowly make my way behind her as my hands skim around her thin waist and I bring her body close to mine. I hear her sigh softly as she lets out a small laugh before turning around in my arms and looking into my eyes. “I found out about a week ago.”
My mouth drops open as I hear her honesty and I can’t help but want to strangle her at this very moment. “A WEEK! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“Because I wanted it to be a surprise and I wasn’t sure how to break it to you….but I know I wanted to surprise you….reason being I kept it to myself this long. Trust me honey….I had a real hard time trying to keep this secretive….and don’t worry, you’re the first to know.” She smiles at me beautifully, grabbing my face in her hands and pulling me closer to her face, rubbing her lips along mine in the most gentlest of touches. She pulls back and looks at me once more before smiling and pulling her body away from mine for a bit. “I’m surprised you didn’t catch on actually? I was afraid you would.”
“What! I thought you were simply tired half the time and that you needed your rest…were you throwing up?” I ask her as she looks at me as if I must be joking.
“Yep…Still am actually…although it has calmed down a bit. Usually when I had the morning sickness pretty bad….you would be gone for the day…either at the office or running your errands. And when I have it while your home…I was pretty good at hiding it….that is until now.” She laughs as she walks away from me, kicking off her heels and slowly sitting on the couch. I walk over by her and kneel in front of her as I place my hands on her thighs, before looking at her flat stomach and smiling widely.
“We’re going to have a baby…And I absolutely cannot wait!” I laugh as she bites her lip, trying to stop her smile.
“Well that makes both of us…I have a question for you though? Was I this sick with Belle when I was pregnant with her because I seriously don’t seem to be handling this little one too well.” I look up at her and I want to shrug, because the truth is I don’t really know at all.
“Well sweetie….I’m assuming you were but I can’t be sure. I know you were deeply sick with the last one that….you…were….” I stop myself, thinking maybe this may be hurtful information and as I watch her face, it seems to be taking its effect. She stands up from the sofa, pulling away my hands that are begging her to remain seated. She crosses her arms and walks to the balcony as she stares out and all I can do is drop my head and curse myself for bringing that up. I slowly rise to my feet as I try to think of something else to say but I can’t even find the right words. “Baby…Sweetie….look I’m sorry for bringing that up….why don’t we go upstairs and let me tuck you into bed so you could get some rest…okay?” I suggest, not really knowing what to say or do anymore. I see her shake her head as she drops it for a second, and then I hear those painful sniffles that tear at my heart. I reach out to her, trying to bring her near me, but she pulls away and cries a little more.
“I don’t even know why I am crying…I don’t know if it’s because I feel the loss of that child or if it’s because I had hurt you. Either way…it’s killing me inside and I don’t know how to deal with it. I can’t try to cover up the pain with this new baby on the way….I was doing that and until you mentioned it and now I just feel this enormous sense of pain….guilt….and I don’t know how to deal with it.” She begins to shake and her cries have now become deeper and broken. It takes only a few minutes until I watch her breakdown in front of me, desperate to run away from the torment she is drowning in. I reach for her and pull her into my arms, burying her face into my chest as she sobs uncontrollably, her arms wrapped around me tightly and her hands in tight fists. I rub her hair and her back and I slowly rock our bodies, hoping to calm her down before she becomes hysterical. Once I notice that her cries have somewhat relaxed, I reach down and snatch her up into my arms, carrying her to our bedroom upstairs. She rests her head along my shoulder as I take her to the room, her tears still falling but her sobs now silent.
As we reach the room, I lay her down along the bed as I walk back and close our door. I slowly start undoing her dress and pulling the beige silk material from her body and place it gently along the sheets while I grab her nightgown and place it over her head and onto her body. Once I removed all of the items she had been wearing, I pull back the sheets and place her body underneath them, tucking her in under the soft down comforter. I kiss her forehead as I beg her to rest and close her eyes…knowing she needs her sleep. Once I notice that her eyes have closed, I grab her dress and hang it up in the closet and then tuck away her jewelry and intimate apparel away in dressers and cabinets. I stare at her from across the room, and I send a silent prayer to heaven that this pregnancy goes well and that our dreams of happiness and contentment may finally come true.
