Remember The Time: An MJ Love Story

Part 20

I wanted, I wanted you to stay

'Cause I needed, I need to hear you say

That I love you, I have loved you all along

And I forgive you, for being away for far too long

(TW// Miscarriage)

Kierra

Three Months Later

"And that's all the news I've got for today, folks. Stay safe and On The Kase," I smile. That shouldn't fool anyone. None of my smiles have been genuine since I've left Michael. Nothing has really felt genuine anymore. Once I'm away from the cameras, I pull my engagement ring out of my pocket and place it back on my finger. That is the only thing that feels natural; that feels right.

"Kierra," I hear Todd call. I've been trying to avoid him for awhile. It's been working so far. That is, until today.

"Ye-" A sharp pain shoots through my abdomen. Shit! I hiss at the pain and let out a shaky breath. Mother Nature is kicking my ass right now.

"You okay, honey," Todd asks, attempting to stand me up. Attempting being the operative word. Despite my pain, I nod my head.

"I'm fine. These cramps have been hell for the past couple of days," I respond, through clenched teeth.

"And how long have you had these 'cramps'," he asks.

"For about two days now."

Todd insisted on rushing me to the hospital. After a brief stop at the restroom confirmed my period, The cramps have only gotten worse. I feel lightheaded as well. What the hell is Mother Nature doing to me? While wheeling into the emergency room, I wrap my arms around my mid section, sweat pouring from the pain.

"Todd," I groan, "Call Michael." Once I'm settled in a room, a nurse walks in. Upon entry, she's jovial and seemingly bouncing on air. She takes one look at me and I follow her big brown eyes as they trail down my body. That's when we both see it. The small pool of blood at the base of my jeans.

"Oh my," she gasps. What happens next is all a blur. Before I know it, doctors are rushing around me. They're hooking me up to IV and offering unneeded reassurance that I'm fine. Then a few minutes later, that same nurse offers me a gown. I keep hearing the word "abortion". Whose having an abortion? What's that got do with my unusually heavy period? Why is that word even being brought up right now? I lay back, utterly confused.

"Okay, Ms. Walker. I need you to push, " The doctor instructs. Everything freezes as hearing that one phrase clears everything up for me. The confusion I had is misplaced with sadness with a hint of anger. I do as I'm instructed and wince as I feel the suction cup in my body. I'm sure the doctor offered very useful information to me, but I couldn't even make out what was said. I feel like he's on the other side of a glass wall because the words hit my ears in muffled form.

Long after my ordeal with the hospital, the car ride with Todd is deafingly silent. What do I even say? I'm gazing out the window when my car phone rings. The name I see sends my heart into a million pieces.

"You're gonna have to tell him at some point, darling," Todd says, stroking my thigh. Pressing the green button, I fight back tears as I hear that sweet voice echo through the car. "Hey Sweets." Jesus, that's enough to break me.

"What's wrong," He asks. Swallowing my tears, I say, "It's more of an at home conversation." I don't want to tell him about this in front of Todd. Yeah, Todd already knows, but this is between my fiancé and I. More so, what's no longer our baby. This is about to be a long conversation.

Michael

When Sweets finally announced she was at home, I could not have been more anxious. I could tell it was going to be bad news from the jump.

"Alright baby. You're at home now. Tell me what's going on," I rush. She sighs heavily in my ear.

"Remember how you said you'd love me through anything? No matter what it was," she begins. I nod my head like she can actually see me before answering, "Yes." I hear her sigh heavily before she begins crying again.

"Sweets, please talk to me," I beg.

"I didn't know, baby. I swear I didn't!"

"Didn't know what, darling?" More sobbing as she tries to construct a sentence.

"You w-were going to be a d-daddy, Michael. I miscarried, baby. I miscarried," she cries. A shockwave of sadness erupts through me. My baby was carrying my baby and it... died? I can't focus on my own feelings right now because Sweets is crying up a storm.

"Sweets." Dammit, my voice cracked. I lean my head against the backseat of the limo and slowly inhale and exhale. This is exactly why I didn't want her to leave me. Something like this happens and I can't comfort her like I should.

"Listen to me, Kie. I know you're use to putting up with something like this on your own and it's your strength that made me fall in love with you, but, girl. You don't have to be the hero this time. Give me your cape and let me fix it. I'll fix it," I reassure, not only her, but also me too. Because we all know that even Super Woman needed Superman to come and rescue her too.

-----------------------------------------------

Hey Lovelies! Another update for y'all and it's so sad! But that's life! It's not always peaches and cream. And no, I have not ever been pregnant, or miscarried, however, one of my friends did , and some of this I did pull from what she told me. No I won't say who because that's personal.

But onto happier things,

Shoot me a comment

Gimme a vote

Share it if you want

Love ya loves --SimplyKayJay--