What Would've Happened

Holidays

December 25

Mac:

I was sitting in the mess hall, picking at the ham we were having. Everyone left and right was talking about the people who were gonna visit them. I didn't even hope Angie would visit me. Hell, I doubted she remembered me.

Shoveling a bite of mashed potatoes in my mouth, someone nudged my shoulder. I glanced up at a security guard.

"Mac Flanery?" He asked. He was holding some manila envelopes.

"Yeah." I muttered.

"Gotta package for you. Merry Christmas." He handed me the package, and turned away, walking towards another inmate. I shoved my dinner aside, and tore the package open. I took out three pieces of paper. I glanced at the first one. Tears started beading in my eyes, and I covered my mouth with my hand.

It was a picture of Angie and the bump. She was wearing a green Christmas sweater. She wore a pair of reindeer antlers and a red ball on her nose. There was a piece of mistletoe over her head, and she puckering her lips at the camera. She made a little heart sign with her hands. She was standing to the side, so that the bump was noticeable. There was a small ribbon wrapped around her torso, tied in a bow on the bump, like it was a gift.

I smiled at the picture. She hadn't forgotten me!

The next picture made the tears fall. It was another ultrasound. The baby was slightly bigger, but the image was more blurred. But it was still my baby.

Carefully folding it up and stuffing it in my pocket, I took the third sheet of paper. It was a letter.

Dear Mac,

I'm sorry you can't make it this year. The baby is fine and healthy, and I'll be sending you ultrasound pictures every few months. The next one will be March 1-6. I just want you to know that I'm back in Colorado with my parents and Mike. Don't worry, Mike and I are just friends. We'll never be more than friends. You're the only one for me. :)
The bad news is that my parents don't want me to have the baby. I do want the baby. It's our baby. They aren't influencing my decision.
I'm thinking that after I have our baby, I may try to get into Yale again. I hope I still qualify. But my plan is to graduate from Yale with top grades, become a pathologist, and earn enough money to bail you out of jail. :)
Wish me luck!

Xoxo, Angie and baby Maria. (I have a feeling that it's a girl)

I wiped my tears away. Just the idea of Angie getting an abortion to get rid of our baby hurt. But at the same time, it made me happy to hear that she was gonna try to get into one of the best colleges in the country. I could easily see her excelling at her classes. I had no doubt in my mind that she wouldn't make it.

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March 3

I was sitting in my cell, watching the outside world. I was excited. Today was the day Angie would send me another ultrasound picture.

"Mac?" Behind me, a gruff voice sounded. I turned around. The warden was holding another manila envelope. I immediately went over to him. "'Nother package fer ya." He grunted, handing me the envelope.

"Thanks." I mutter, going to sit on my cot. One piece fell out. I grabbed it. It was another ultrasound. The baby was very noticeable. I smiled, and flipped it over.

Mac,

The doctors aren't quite sure of the gender yet, but they say we may have a baby boy! The due date is July 1st!! You'll get the next ultrasound in three months! By the way, I checked with Yale. They say they are interested, and will take me in October. :D

Love, Angie and Anthony.

I smiled, and tucked the ultrasound underneath my cell mates bunk. I kept the first two there, and now I'd have three.

Three little pictures of my son.