His Wife

Chapter 49

I was practically tearing through the traffic to get to Cynthia's after Abigail had called me. I had no idea how I wrapped up my Lecture at the University or so much as made it to my car. All I know I kept on praying over and over "Don't take them from me too," as I tried to no avail to get Leslie's phone.

My hands were trembling, my heart paced with anxiety and my head was pounding with fearful thoughts that had me ready to run over everything in my path to get to Leslie.

I did not know if there would be any way to survive if I should lose my wife and child along with my father. Was life ready to tear me apart again now that I had found my way out of the darkness of my childhood fears?

It was paramount for me to stay strong and steadfast so I took a deep breath and sped into the parking lot where I was barely spared the collision with a jeep. I ignored the expletives and rush to my wife.

Abigail got to her feet as I rushed in and gave me a shaky smile one that I know was supposed to comfort but she was too nervous for it to come off differently.

"She wid the doctor," she said and I nod to her as I hurried to Cynthia's office.

My feet felt like lead as I saw Cynthia on the phone her face looking grave and the curtain by the examination bed drawn.

"Julian," she said placing her hand over the mouthpiece as she became aware of my presence. "She is behind the curtain."

It felt like the short steps to the enclosure were a mile long. I pulled it aside to see Leslie laying there her lower half covered her eyes closed and tears streaking down the corner of her eyes.

"Baby?" I said going up to the head of the bed where I placed tiny kisses over her face before she clung to me and started to cry openly.

"Da-- Dan, I a am soo-- sorr-," she sobbed her words broken under the trying situation that faced us.

"Sshh baby am here, relax, am here now, sshhh."

I was still comforting her and rubbing a palm over her naked belly when Cynthia pulled the curtain and stood at the foot of the bed.

"What's the problem Cyn? Will everything be alright?" I asked knowing deep down the answer would tear me apart if it should cause Leslie any pain.

She gripped my finger in her shaking hands as Cynthia began to tell us what was happening.

"Leslie is suffering from a uterine prolapse," she paused as if allowing the term given to sink it when she seemed satisfied she continued. "A Papanicolaou smear test shows inflammatory changes. I will recommend seven days of antibiotherapy and a vaginal pessary to reduce the prolapsed uterus and keep the cervix intravaginal."

I stood there and quietly listen as she continued.

"This has occurred because of physiologic changes of pregnancy which is hormonal changes especially progesterone and relaxing effect causing growth and softening of the cervix.

I will start Leslie on controlled weekly visits to remove and disinfect the pessary and replace it in the vagina until the 32nd week. We will then move to twice a month until the 36th week and return to weekly until birth.

The obstetric ultrasonography revealed a normal fetus with normal
amniotic fluid index."

The revelation that our baby was fine sent me releasing a gush of pent-up emotions on an audible sigh of relief.
Leslie erupted into tears of joy and release the weight that was upon her shoulder.

"If you don't mind Dan am going to fit Leslie with her pessary and instruct her on self-care and insertion once home. I will let you back in once we are through," Cynthia said to me with a soft smile, and after a kiss of comfort to Leslie's forehead, I walked into the waiting room to see Estelle and Ian waiting with Abigail.

I could not tell how grateful I was to see them and when I smiled at them I watched as they all visibly relaxed. I explain to them as best as I could what Cynthia had said to me and Leslie about what had happened. We all stood there each relieved that in this trying time with Kenton slipping away in death we were not faced with any more dismal news.

I thought how far we had all came as I watched Ian and Abigail his fiance embraced in delight that things were not going to turn out dreary. Estelle had changed drastically and was giving more of herself and proving to be a dear friend and supporter to everyone who was affected by the situations that were building up around us. The changes were indeed for the better.

I pulled myself from the past and thought of my wife. I could not get over the sweet warmth that floods me every time I think of her being mine. I could not have come this far without her. She was my rock of Gibraltar in this trying time especially as I was faced with the new vulnerability that came with stepping out of the darkness where I hid away out of the fear of being very hurting again.

I had no cacoon in which to hide when Kenton was gone. I was left out in the open but thanks to Leslie I did not need to hide away again. Here was a loyal and giving being that was my partner and who held me up whenever I get vulnerable.

I smiled as I look at her nibbling her lips in her customary way when her mind was preoccupied.

"Darling are you ok?" I asked her and she turned to me with a sweet smile upon her glossy lips.

I now know what they meant when they said knees going weak. I felt my body, mind, and soul reached out to her as my love blossomed further. I loved her so much.

"Yeah man, you?" she replied and reached to hold my hand resting over the gear stick.

"Mi good," I returned never more contented in my life.

When we pulled up into the parking lot of Cynthia's practice, I felt no fear, I had only peace. I knew deep down that our baby boy would be alright and Leslie will deliver the reason for our love without any more complications.

Months have passed and each appointment only increased my belief that we were going to flourish and be a family fueled by love, courage, support, and togetherness.

I felt her leaned into my side as we step through the wide doors and step into the reception area.

"Dan?"

"Yes, darling?"

I was not keen on lieing to Leslie but I had to find a way out of her request. I only hoped she did realize how shallow my words were when I told her I could not take her to get ice cream because I had to take Mama out.

I was happy when Cynthia and Trevor called to us from the doorway that led to the walkway that took you to Cynthia's office. I quickly acknowledged them and push away my guilt. I hate hiding things from Leslie.
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Hi, Hello, Waah gwaan?😁😁

Yeah man, this is where it's at. Leslie had quite a scare but here she is 8 months and still beating the odds of her drama-filled life.
Am sure happy she and the baby are ok 🤗🤗 
But what the hell is Daniel hiding from her?

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