"I'm sorry to inform you that you will not be able to have a child"
I hear it everyday. The words of the doctor repeating in my head... over and over again...
Maybe I shouldn't have gone to the doctor to ask what was going on...
It would've been better if I didn't know. You can't get hurt by what you don't know...right?
At least my husband James didn't mind. Well that's what he told me.
I knew how much he wanted a child, and after 2 years of trying and wasting our time, there's no way he won't be upset.
I mean... even I'm upset.
But we could always adopt right?
"So what do you say?" James asks, bringing me back to reality.
"About what?"
"My mom wants to talk to you about the thing so do you mind driving yourself there? I'm too tired to drive right now" He says, looking at me like he desperately needs me to leave.
"But I can't go there alone! I'm scared of your mom, she's like 6'3 ..." I protest.
"She's 5'10 and I'm pretty sure you'll be able to survive one conversation without me" he says and smiles at me nervously.
Why's he so nervous?
"Only if you promise to buy me those ridiculously expensive chocolates that I like so much" I negotiated, smiling back at him.
"Okay fine just hurry ok, we don't want to keep my ridiculously tall mom waiting, and take your time, she doesn't like it when you rush her!" He reminds me as I pick my coat up from the coat rack and unlock the door.
"Ok, ok, whatever. Bye"
"Bye honey, and remember... no matter what happens tonight...I will still love you !" He reminds me through the window as I unlock my car.
I laugh and open the car door to get in. I love him so much.
20 minutes later...
"Hello Maddie! What brings you here? I actually just made pancakes! Do you want some?" James' mom asks me as I walk into the house.
"Hello Mrs Peterson, didn't James tell you I would be here?" I ask, casually eating the pancakes she made.
"No, I don't remember him telling me about that" she answered, guiding me to take a seat on her worn-out-couch.
Hmm...that's weird.
I should probably go back home then?
"I actually have some guest coming over in a couple of minutes now" she says, scratches her hair and continues, "that's why I made so many pancakes"
"Oh well in that case I should probably get going, bye Mrs Peterson" I wave and walk myself to the door.
"Goodbye!" She calls out from the kitchen as I get into my car.
Why would James lie about that?
Another 20 minutes later...
I unlock the door and hear loud music from the inside, "James! Honey I'm home!" I call out from the door as I turn around to lock it...
Why is the music so dang loud!
I move forward trying to figure out where the music is coming from.
Not the living room... not the kitchen... not the guest room... the master bedroom?
I walk in and hear that it's coming from the master bathroom... weird right?
I take my shirt off and remove my jeans and walk in , in an attempt to surprise him, we haven't done this in a while, I walk in I shout, "surprise!"
Well he was DEFINITELY surprised, but so was the 18-year-old girl he was showering with.
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Hey guys!! Guess I'm writing a book, again... hope you enjoyed it.
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