19. MIRANDA

Silence.

I was not sure if it was awkward.

Footfalls echoed in our little room, the curtain hiding us away from the rest of the floor.

My husband pushed up, his arms on his chest before they lowered and he began pacing again.

Never mind that I had three plastic hard wires just hanging from my belly.

Never mind the fact that I was only in my underwear, my breast wrapped in a bandeau top they had made for me from bandages.

Beside that I was peachy, real peachy.

The curtain flew open.

“Miss Madroi, sorry for the delay, your doctor is a few minutes away. I will be the assisting nurse.” The woman said, wearing pink scrubs.

She wrote on my chart then walked out to push in what I would was an ultrasound

and set it up.

I was just happy that after thirty minutes of being there, they were finally going to pull out the freaking wires and I could go die in my bed.

Surely I had lost interest in speaking, needing to be done for the night.

Most calls went unanswered by my husband and th