Marianne came to and found herself laying on a hospital bed, in a hospital gown and connected to a drip. Greg was seated right next to her dozing off at the edge of the bed while Rose was fast asleep on the sofa right across from her bed, her head was pounding like someone were drumming on it and she felt sick to her stomach.
She lay her hand on her tummy and woke Greg from his snooze, "my baby? Is the baby okay?", she asked with tears in her eyes.
"You're awake! Nurse!", He called out to a nurse immediately.
Marianne held his hand tight before he could step away, "Greg, my baby. Please tell me"
He put his other hand over hers and finally gave a response,
"I'm so sorry my love, we lost it",
Marianne put her hand over her mouth as tears started to flow down her cheeks, she gasped and let out a loud sob.
"Why? How? I was just fine and...." she looked up to him and anger immediately filled her heart.
"What did you do?", She asked him hitting a fist on her thigh trying not scream and wake Rose up.
Greg looked surprised,
"are you accusing me for what happened? How was I suppose to know a simple burger and milkshake would make your stomach turn?"
Marianne was trying hard not to lose her cool because she just realized his kindness may not have been so kind after all, she held her tummy again and started to cry silently.
She did not know what to do, she was torn between strangling Greg and throwing something at him, she strongly felt deep down in her heart that he definitely had something to do with her miscarriage.
The way he changed his mood all of a sudden, telling her to ask for whatever she wanted, it was obviously all planned out and it worked. She felt empty, literally.
The nurse came in and took a quick look at the drip before examining her, Marianne had to ask what caused her miscarriage but Greg had to be out of the room first in case her suspicions were on point.
"How are you feeling?", the nursed asked Marianne.
Marianne asked the nurse to lean in and whispered to her,"can he leave the room first?"
"Of course", she turned to Greg and asked him to leave.
"I want to make sure she is comfortable enough to answer any questions, would you kindly excuse us Sir?".
"But why would she be uncomfortable around me? I'm her boyfriend", Greg protested.
"It will only take a minute Sir", she insisted, " or do you want me to call security".
"Wow, babe aren't you gonna say something?", he leaned over to the side to look at Marianne.
Marianne not sure how to feel, squinted her eyes before answering.
"I'll be fine, let the nurse do her job okay".
Greg straightened up in disappointment and started for the door,
"fine, but I'll be right outside alright honey?"
"Yah", Marianne replied.
Greg was finally out of the room and Marianne felt relief and turned to the nurse and held her wrist as she was checking her vitals.
"Nurse, what made me lose my baby?", she asked the nurse so desperately it stunned the her.
"Please, call me Lucy, calm down let me check your information right here".
She pulled up a board with papers of her test results, she flipped a few and looked a little concerned when she reached a certain section.
"What? What's wrong?", Marianne sat up in her bed.
"It says here that you had food poisoning, not sure which of the edibles did that to you. Do you remember taking anything strange?", she asked Marianne.
Marianne didn't hesitate to the thought that it was obviously the milkshake that tasted strange, being happy about Greg's sudden change and kindness plus the fact that she had been praying for his change of hearts was enough to blind her into a food poisoning.
She lifted her knees up to her chest and rested her forehead on them and begun to cry bitterly,
"How could he do this to me, to us?", she thought to herself.
The only thing she wanted to do was walk out that door, look him straight in the eyes and release the biggest most painful slap she'd ever landed on anyone. But-eventually she came to and thought about how she needed to be strong for the sake of her little Rose, imagined all the questions if she'd actually managed to tell Rose that she was going to be a big sister, how devastating...
"Earth to Marianne, earth to Marianne", the nurse leaned forward and laid her hands on Marianne's shoulders.
Marianne lifted her head and wiped the tears that happen to fall down her very pale cheeks while in deep thought, she stretched her legs and straightened herself out,
"there was probably too much sugar in the milkshake I had earlier, it was actually my first time trying it. Who knew the baby would disagree with it so much he'd want to leave", she let out a tiny sob and held her mouth with her hand while the other was rested on her recently occupied tummy.
"Alright that's enough now", the nurse handed some napkins to her, sat by her bed side and put a hand on one of Marianne's legs.
"I can't help you if you're not straight up with me, I've seen cases like yours and it's nothing we can't handle. But if you don't speak up there's nothing I can do, did he do this to you?".
She looked straight into Marianne's eyes and raised an eyebrow waiting for a confession.
Marianne thought long and hard about that question and the outcome of every answer she'd give. She could tell the nurse that he planted something in her beverage, there was clear proof in her papers. But on the other hand she had nowhere to go, no one to help her if he were to get arrested and no direction at all. Somehow Marianne thought she could get a confession from him if she just used the right strategy, it wouldn't bring the baby back but at least her conscious would be clear.
"He would never do anything to hurt me, he may be a little unbearable but I've never known him to do such a despicable thing. I think you can let him in now", she assured the nurse with a forced smile and fixed herself before he entered the room once again.
Marianne didn't know for sure if Greg had anything to do with the miscarriage even though all the arrows we're pointed right at him, but if he did do something she would definitely get it out of him. One way or another...
The nurse finally let Greg in though not so willingly after she noticed the uncomfortable situation Marianne was having, she stood by the door for a good minute while he walked in and approached the bed Marianne was on. Greg sat back on the stool he had been sitting on before he left and held Marianne’s hand.“It’s going to be okay, I’m here for you”, he assured her.Nothing anyone would say could change Marianne’s mood at that point, the only thing she wanted was to have her baby back, but that was not possible. For the last two days of knowing she was pregnant she had been planning out his or her future, where she would give birth, what kind of clothes the baby would be wearing, what school or food to consider etc.Now what? Does she just continue like nothing ever happened? Must she forget what could have been a second child again? She turned to look over at the sofa where Rose had been sleeping,“my little Ros
Marianne was staring in the direction in which the sad man left and stopped to think about how he could be feeling, he didn’t look that old so his daughter could not have been in her teens yet unless otherwise.Just the thought of losing a child you already have memories with sent chills down her spine and made her feel even worse for the sad man. Greg mysteriously appeared out of nowhere and asked her what she had been thinking of cause it pretty much looked like she had zoned out for a moment.“Nothing, did you get the get the cake?”,Marianne asked him as she started to pick up her belongings and held Rose’s hand to get up.“All out can you believe that honey?”, he looked at Rose trying to show disappointment in his face.When what actually happened was...While Greg was on his way to the counter where he had spotted very attractive and delicious looking chocolate cakes through the glass counter, walking towards the counter he bumped into one o
The garage door closed behind them and Greg turned off the engine and told Rose to head in while he and Marianne took a minute to talk,“Hey sweetie go in and watch some TV, Mummy and I will only be a minute okay?”,He maneuvered his way to the back while still in his seat, helped her out of her seat belt and opened the door for her and she quickly ran to the entrance through the garage into the house and disappeared.Greg got comfortable and turned to Marianne,“I really did not find any cake, they must have-“,“you think I’m worried about that?”, Marianne cut him off with a question.“What was in that milkshake Greg?”, she went straight to the point.“What are you trying to say Marianne, I put nothing in it. How could you think of me like that?”, he answered so offended by her accusation then turned to the wind shield and placed his hands on the wheel to lay his head on them.Unmoved, Marianne’s feelings started changing by the minut
Greg hurriedly picked up his phone and sat back on his seat, Marianne came closer to see what was up with him and he pretended to reach for something in his pocket so he could hide the card.“What was that all about?”, she asked him about burst in laughter because it looked like he was about to sweat his hair off.“Nothing, you just startled me, a whistle would help you know”, he said so agitated yet trying to keep his cool.Marianne couldn’t help but laugh at the scene, he looked like a child trying to hide a piece of meat in his mouth while being interrogated by his mother. It was really amusing for her.“Anyway, sorry”, Marianne apologised as she exited the kitchen still chuckling.Greg let out a breath of relief thinking he had handled that well, most women would be on their man’s neck trying to get the truth out of him.“But she didn’t seem to care”, he thought to himself with eyes squinted and fingers pressed to his chin. He also wondered ho
Marianne still couldn’t believe what just happened, as she drove away she glanced into the side window to see if Greg was waiting for her to leave or running to the car to stop them.He just stood there, motionless, straight faced and blunt. She couldn’t make out what emotions he was showing from that distance but deep down she knew he was waiting for this day, but if she was frank with herself, so was she. 10 years of a lifeless meaningless relationship? What was she doing?Now all she had to think of was how to survive on her own with her little Rose, the first step was to find Nurse Lucy and see what happened from there. Only God knew what lay ahead.“You okay sweetie?”, she checked her mirror to see what Rose had been doing in the back so quiet.Marianne was shocked to see that she was flat asleep holding her favorite stuffed doll, the one she called princess Mickayla. Such a sweet site she could shed a tear, but that was not necessary especially since sh
"We really need to stop meeting like this sweetie", a faint voice echoed as Marianne was coming to.Disoriented, Marianne held her aching head and started to look around the room with squinted eyes for her daughter. But she wasn't in the room with her, she put her head back down and asked, "where's my baby?"Marianne asked with a horse voice and swallowed to wet her desert throat hoping they didn't give her bad news."She's okay, you're lucky those people called for paramedics fast. Any later and you both would've been dead by now", nurse Lucy replied.She checked Marianne's stability and did the usual mental test of 'what's your name?' and 'torch in the eyes'.Marianne could not just lay back not knowing where her daughter was and how she was doing. She attempted to get up with one hand but Lucy would not let her and she started to resist, after all all mothers would do the same until they knew their child was safe and sound."I'll take you
Marianne came face to face with the most beautiful man she had ever seen, he probably in his mid thirties, at least six foot two, chiseled features and a well built body structure. So fine you could eat off of him, such eye candy.It felt wrong that she was drooling over a fine man while her daughter lay lifeless right in front of her, as she quickly sat back in the wheelchair Lucy addressed the man,"Mr Sorrell, is everything alright", she asked him as she walked to the door where he just froze as he watched poor Rose laying in the hospital bed with so many bandages.Raphael turned his head with eyes still fixed on Rose to respond to nurse Lucy,"Oui?... Oh", he shook his head, making his midnight black hair shift sides and fall just a little above his forehead and faced Lucy."I'm so sorry, I am just concerned about the little girl laying there", his French accent sent chills down Marianne's spine as she sat hiding her face away from Raphael.
Raphael was escorted to another section of the hospital, where the mortuary was. As they got closer, his body ran cold and he couldn't believe it was actually reality. He was filled with too many emotions to contain, he promised his late wife that he'd protect and care for their daughter with his life. Unfortunately fate had other plans.10 months ago..."Will you promise me something?", Christina said on her death bed, feeling her life escape her body with every second that passed.Raphael held her hand and leaned in to hear her faint voice, tears filled Christina's eyes as she thought about leaving her still very young daughter in this world without a mother to comb her hair and give her boyfriend advice when she becomes of age, or take pictures of her at her graduation and hold her grandchildren.Her heart sank as she looked at Raphael who was trying his very best to be strong for her sake and the sake of their daughter, his slightly dark skin st