𝐌𝐑𝐒. 𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗨𝗠𝗣𝗬 𝗥𝗢𝗔𝗗

"Looks like you two had fun," Ron glanced up at the two. "I'm glad I left my wife."

"Ron, shut it," Trevor demanded sternly. Walking into the bedroom, he grabbed her suit case and placed it in the bed as she sat in the edge.

"I'm sorry it went like this," he sighed. "I wanted it to end at least on a good note."

"For the first time in a while I relaxed, I had fun days in a row, I loved," she paused and glanced at him. "I felt desired, wanted. You made me feel this." She frowned.

"I'm sorry," he repeated "I know it's ironic but I don't want to hurt you any further than I have already, i don't want to fill you with false hope-" he sat on  the bed.

"Then for my second wish, please allow me to live out my fantasy for a month or two," she begged.

Sighing, he scratched his neck. "Fine, but I warned you, just remember you can leave anytime."  He got up. "Just promise me, you won't tell me. If you need a ride ask Ron or here." He grabbed the money from his pocket. 

She stared at the money he handed her, her brows furrowed but then softened and she nodded. "Will you sleep next to me tonight?"

"Is that another wish?" He asked clenching his fist as he face the door.

"No,"she answered meekly. "Just tonight please," she stared at his broad shoulders.

"Fine," he sat on the bedside. Kicking off his boots, he removed his shirt and laid down. Changing into her pyjamas in the corner, she silently slipped into the sheets. The only image she saw was his back. Despite that, she felt that was enough for her, in fact it was plenty. The fact she was still in his presence was enough.

The next day, she found herself in his arms, as he dropped deep in sleep. Taking in the moment she nuzzled further in. That one night turned into a routine as weeks would past. At first the two would sleep together and avoid each other by day. Well more Trevor running away. Trevor  would typically make  an excuse on some project he just absolutely had to do even though she'd see the truck circling the whole of sandy shores.  She'd relax, read or cook new recipes as this went on.

Then a month and a bit passed, where things were slowly getting back to normal. Light flirting and trips and errands out and talks.

Or so Gen thought...

"This' getting good," Ron leaned forward hogging the popcorn bowl. The two were watching a telenovela as they waited for Trevor to bring back the groceries she'd sent him to get.

When all of a sudden a sharp pain pierced her side. "Fuck!" She yelped.

"What?!" Ron immediately ducked.

"No nothing, I think my red river just started," she smiled her brows furrowed.

"Ohh," Ron nodded sitting back.

Getting up, she limped over to the toilet. However, the blood wasn't normal, it was too much in fact. Eyes widening, she hoped it wasn't what she thought it was. Cleaning herself up, she tried to erase all the blood and acted as if all was fine until the next morning.

Carefully, slipping out of Trevor's arms, she left a note and got ready heading to the nearest hospital as quickly as possible. Her heart was ready to break free from her rib cage within every minute she got closer.

Swerving into the parking lot, she had barely parked within the lines before hopping out and towards the place.  As soon as she had enter her body was drenched in sweat and her head felt heavy. Gathering up all her strength, she headed to the reception requesting a checkup where she was immediately seen when the receptionist noticed her wincing.

"You've miscarried."

"Pardon?"

"Luckily, the other child survived, but I'll recommend that you may want to change your diet around," the doctor handed  her the pics of the ultrasound and a handbook to motherhood. "Remember no alcohol."

Still frozen in shock, she managed to nod. A nurse guided her to the car where she just sat there. Just lost in confusion. When?Where? How?

The last she checked she was practically infertile.

"Fuck!" She banged the steering wheel. "Fuck, fuck! fuck!" She placed her hands on her head leaning into the car seat.

"I can't even fucking abort," she sighed. "I- what will Trevor think? How will I- ?" Banging her head in the steering wheel she cover her face manically laughing. "I've really done it now. I'm fucked. Literally."