How to avoid falling for a Trohman for dummies

14

Joe

I watched through the window as Paul sat with Marie. I had just gotten excited about the prospect of being a father. Now, it was gone. The force of the airbag releasing had caused her to have a miscarriage.

Terry walked up to me with a cup of coffee and went in to give Paul one. He looked at her and she hugged him. She was so sad about the whole situation.

She came out to me and hugged me. "Baby, I wish saying sorry was good enough or that it would help."

I wrapped my arm around her, "Yeah. I kind of feel like shit. This was a really messed up situation and it's hurt a lot of people. Maybe it's for the best right now."

She looked up at me, "Don't you say that. All of us would have been great parents and yeah, maybe now wasn't the time but it will happen one day."

I smiled a small smile and kissed her head. She was really understanding. "How are you going to tell Marie?"

To that, I had no answer and just as she bought it up, Paul came out. "Marie's waking up..."

I left Paul and Terry in the hallway and went into the room. "Marie, you're okay. Thank goodness."

"Joe, what happened? The baby? What about the baby?"

I felt my eyes fill with tears, "No Joe. Not the baby, please tell me the babies alright?"

"She didn't make it. I'm so sorry. I named her Topaz. She's gone."

Terry

A piercing scream rang throughout the ward and for a moment, it was the soundtrack to what I was seeing through the screen of the hospital room. Marie was losing her shit, ripping out the various IV's and monitors stuck in her. She was fighting Joe who just held onto her until she went limp and the piercing sobs started again. I buried my face in Paul's chest, crying violently.

It got worse, a nurse came up to them and handed them two pieces of paper. Joe started crying as he looked at them and Marie continued her tormented crying. I had never seen or felt so much pain in my life.

Those two pieces of paper were a birth certificate, and a death certificate for Topaz Trohman. I couldn't deal with anymore and went outside to have a smoke, still crying and not giving a fuck who saw. After a few minutes of being there, three men came running up to me.

"Say it's not true Terry," Patrick pleaded.

I broke down into bitter sobs and slid along the wall to the floor. Pete ran his hands through his hair and Andy swore. I stood up and told them to follow me.

When we arrived at the room, Paul was standing by as the nurses set Marie back up on her drips while she had her head hung low. The guys filed in and hugged her. Paul mouthed "in the Chapel," at me.

I walked along the hallways to the hospitals chapel and found Joe sitting in the front. I walked closer and he said, "Look, just give me a minute okay?"

I slid into the seat next to his and placed a hand on his leg. He remained silent for a while, then spoke. "We'll bury her in two days time. I'll have a day to recuperate then we hit the road again."

"Joe, you don't recuperate from something like this."

"Terry, why are you crying? Why do you even care? You're not my girlfriend and your first reaction to me being a father was to run. You should be happy."

I was shocked. "I understand that you're mad but I didn't do this and anyone who'd be happy about the amount of pain this has caused is just psychotic. I was going to say yes, I was getting ready to raise this baby with you. I was ready to be a mom."

He gazed at me. "I'll text you the funeral arrangements. I just... I just need to be alone right now."

Joe got up and walked out the chapel, leaving me, my heavy thoughts and body wracking sobs alone.