I'm Yours (Sequel to "You're mine")

Chapter 54: Life goes on

Talia's POV

It's odd how life can start over again after a bad experience. It's true what they're saying: life does go on. It doesn't matter if you've suffered or if you're not ready for it, life doesn't wait. It goes on.

I thought I was ready to be part of society again. I had spent many days in bed, trying to understand how and why I had lost my child. But after some time, you realize that nothing will bring her back. She's gone. And I had to live on.

Leah did her best to help me live on. She took me out, went on shopping trips with me, went to the cinemas with me... She did everything she could to help me get better. I don't know how to explain to her that a broken soul can't be repaired. So I decided to say nothing. I didn't want to upset her. I wanted to be the wife she thought I was.

For a while, that worked. Things seemed to be going just fine. Until I saw that woman with her baby... It's like I was confronted with the one thing I couldn't have. The one thing I desired to have. It's like it was a reminder that I couldn't give up.

For the next few days, I had been thinking about that woman and her baby all the time. I wanted to be that woman. I wanted a baby. I needed a baby.

"Talia?"

I blinked a bit and looked up. In front of me were my friends. "Hey," I then also realized they probably stood there for a bit as they seemed worried about me. "Have a seat." I motioned to the chairs in front of my desk.

They went to sit down but Heather first went to close the door of my classroom. She walked to us and sat down too. "How are you doing, Talia?" She asked.

I forced a smile on my face. "I'm doing fine," I slowly nodded. "Why do you ask?"

I could tell they wanted to say and ask so many things but they held back. I wondered why. "We heard from Leah," Charlotte said. "About what happened in the store."

I sighed and looked down.

"It must've been hard for you," Mary said. "We understand that - "

"You understand?" I cut her off. "How can you understand how I'm feeling?" I asked and looked at them. They seemed all taken back. "For as long as I can remember, I've wanted to be a mom. I wanted a child. And twice, I miscarried," I looked away. "I don't know why this happened to me, it's like some force is against me and I can't have children."

"Talia," Heather started. "What happened is horrible but it doesn't mean you'll never have kids. You can't give up hope yet."

"I haven't given up," I gulped. "I want to try again."

They all seemed surprised I said this. "Uhm," Charlotte started. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"You just recovered from the last one," Heather said. "Maybe you should give your body, yourself, and Leah some rest."

I shook my head. "I can't wait anymore," I looked away. "I feel like I'm wasting time. And for what?" I looked at them. "For nothing."

"Still, maybe you should wait." Mary tried again.

"No," I said determinedly. "I'm done waiting."

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Leah's POV

I was home early today and I knew T was going to stay at school a bit longer to have the paperwork done. I told her I'd prepare dinner for us so she didn't have to worry about that.

Around 5.30 pm, the doorbell went. I frowned as I wondered why T would ring the doorbell. Maybe she forgot her keys...

I walked to the door and opened it. "Welcome home, baby," I smiled until I saw Heather enter the house with Charlotte. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, baby," Heather joked a bit. "We've got bad news." She said to which Charlotte nodded.

I sighed. Why can't the bad news stop? "What happened?"

Heather looked at Charlotte. "Talia told us she wants to try to get pregnant again."

I raised my eyebrows. "What?" I let out a breath as that news sank in. "But we're still processing the loss of our second child."

They both nodded.

I shook my head. "What is she thinking?"

"We both know how Talia is determined to be a mother," Heather said as she looked at me. "She will do anything to get what she wants. We need to get through to her that this isn't the way."

"We tried to talk some sense into her at school but she refused to listen to us." Charlotte said.

Heather nodded. "We came to you so you could maybe get through to her."

I sighed deeply and nodded. "Thanks for telling me."

They both nodded.

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About half an hour later, T finally came home. "Baby, I'm home!" She said as she got out of her jacket and shoes.

I was seated at the dining table. I had plated our food and was waiting for T to join me. I was going over what I was going to say. I had to get through to her, for her well-being and mine. I hoped I would succeed.

T came to me. "You've set dinner already," She sat down with me. "This looks delicious, baby."

I smiled a bit. "I hope you enjoy it."

"I will," She immediately dug into her meal. She was eating as if she hadn't eaten for a while. But she stopped when she saw I wasn't eating. She put her fork and knife down and looked at me. "Is everything alright?"

"You tell me," I looked at her, dead in the eye. "What's going on, T?"

She gulped, it seemed she knew I knew. "My friends talked to me today, in my classroom."

I slowly nodded.

"Do you remember when we would talk in my classroom?" She smiled a bit. "We would always lock the door. You'd be on my lap and we would be kissing. I remember a time when we - "

"T," I cut her off. "What's going on?"

She sighed and looked away. "You've spoken with my friends, so you know what's going on."

I let out a breath. I was getting frustrated. T wasn't talking to me. It's like she's avoiding the topic altogether. "I want to hear it from you."

She shrugged.

That gesture got me more frustrated and, I admit, I kind of lost it. "How can you be serious about getting pregnant again? We barely just got over the loss of our second child."

She shrugged again.

"Have you considered this may not be the way to go for us?"

She glanced at me. She seemed interested in what I was saying.

"We've tried it two times and both times, it failed. Maybe this is a sign," I said, gaining her attention completely. "Maybe your body isn't ready to get pregnant. Maybe your body isn't made for this," I said gently. "Maybe we can become parents in a different way."

Her facial expression changed. She was slightly frowning. "Like how?"

I gulped. "Adoption." I said softly.

Right when that word escaped my mouth, T exploded. She got up. "How dare you insinuate that?!" She pushed the chair aside, making it fall to the ground. "I want to have my own children, and I'm perfectly capable to deliver them!"

"Baby, you've just had two miscarriages," I said gently. "You should at least give your body time to - "

"I'm ready!" She shouted. "I don't understand why everyone is so against me getting pregnant," She walked around, she was shaking her head. She was clearly angry. "All I want is to be a mother, I want to be pregnant and give birth to my child, I want to raise my child, I want all of it," She looked at me then. "If you don't understand that, then maybe we don't belong together." She then went upstairs and smashed the door shut.