I am Widow

Chapter 52

Next day: MAY 29 SUNDAY

WIDOW POV:

I am coming out of the hospital now. I need to go back to school in order to pass for my senior year.

Joe is helping load the rest of my stuff to the car. I am with Lily and Brianna in the longue.

I am seeing little Andy playing around with his toy truck. He is so cute and little and brown like chocolate! He is Lily's baby. He is about a year old.

"So this is what I am going to deal with huh?" I ask Lily.

She smiles, "Yep except your is going to be crazier. You white people get crazy with sugar and babies love sugar."

I chuckle, "You are so weird."

"And you are freak, so I guess we are even."

I just nod and roll my eyes. Lily is so truthful; I hate her and love her for it.

"Okay, let's go home." Joe comes in the room. He helps me get up and we go home. We drop Lily off and then go to the house.

"Okay, I already saved the presents." Joe says as we walk to my room.

"Okay, I guess I am going to take a nap."

He closes the door and leaves. I sit on my bed and breathe in. I don't want to cry. It will harm the baby. I get my phone and call Jackson.

"Hello?" he asks.

It feels nice to hear his voice.

"Hey, it is me Widow."

"Hey! How are you?" he asks.

"Okay in health wise and feel like shit emotionally wise. I can't stop thinking about what we did and Paul," I answer.

"I know, I feel the same,"

"How is he?"

Jackson sighs, "He is alive but he is still sleeping. The doctors are getting more tests done but they see no change."

"I want to see him,"

He tells me he understands but I can't go. He is afraid I will have a breakdown and besides I need to go to school.

"Jessica may arrive at your house any minute now. I am going tomorrow along with James."

"Who is going to be with Paul?"

"His parents, Dr. Lock, and James will come on the weekend. Don't worry Widow," Jackson answers.

Oh gosh, why?

"I know, can't you stop saying that?" I ask. I am getting so annoying just hearing that again and again.

"Sorry, I call you later. I am going to take a nap. I keep you posted on what's going on here."

I say okay and hang up.

Hours later Jessica shows up. We are sitting on my bed facing each other.

"Oh Widow, why suddenly does the world seem so cruel?" she asks.

I am use to the cruelness. I don't know what to tell her.

"How do you see Paul?" I ask.

"Just there, it looks like if he is sleeping soundly. He doesn't even look sick to me," she answers.

"So, how are you? You look so down and not glowing," I ask.

It is not a lie. Her hair looks dirty, she has bags under her eyes, and she has a regular black t-shirt with loose jeans paired with converse. Jessica is not the same anymore.