Saving Andrew

Chapter 12

Chapter  12

A journey of doubts, loss, and new life

        I woke up one morning of a wonderful March feeling nauseous, dizzy, and tired and I thought I was sick, maybe from being outside looking for Hunter, but that happened almost three months and then a third test came positive. I cried that day. I was not ready to go through another pregnancy and I did not know how to tell Andrew. The last experience left a bad taste, and I was scared, I would go to my appointments to make sure everything was okay, but I did not tell anyone about it.

Time passed and I kept the secret as well as I could. I was not ready to tell him or my family, and our son's birthday was getting close, so I got myself busy planning the party so I could forget the matter a little bit. We still had two more weeks but we wanted to get everything done.

My nausea kicked in again. My mom was helping me with the candy bags and I told her it was nothing. I lied to her saying I hadn't eaten that day but she knew.

"So! Does Andrew know? That you haven't eaten for... how long far are you?" She asked with sarcasm. I smiled.

"I don't know, Mom, I just found out," I lied to her. "I don't know if I should tell him. I don't know if I should keep this baby..." I said and my mom flipped.

She yelled at me based on her religious belief, while I hit her with my medical history. Andrew came back home to that argument and he heard about the pregnancy.

"Wait, are you pregnant?" He asked, I looked down and nodded.

"Yes, Andrew. I am. I've known for a while now," I said.

"How long?" he asked. The seriousness in his voice shook me a little, and I couldn't keep the secret anymore.

"16 weeks..." I whispered.

"What?" my mom and Andrew exclaimed at the same time.

We fought that day. Our arguments were on and off about whether I should go full term or not. Let me remind you, I was scared! I almost died! But he held me tight and I found in that hug the peace I needed to continue. He kissed my forehead and it was all forgotten. My mom joined that hug happy for another grandchild.

A few weeks later Andrew and I went to the OB's appointment together, Andrew behind the wheel of our new car that he had purchased after selling his beloved Camaro to accommodate our changing needs. Sitting beside him, I couldn't help but feel a surge of adoration. At that moment, I reflected on how far we had come as a couple, the challenges we had overcome, and the dreams we still had yet to fulfill. With a gentle stroke, I caressed his beard, and a smile spread across his face, his eyes lighting up with a special glimmer that spoke volumes of our deep connection and shared love.

We arrived at the OB's office and we sat down after letting the receptionist know I arrived. I took a deep breath. Once again, I was sitting there after the last time and I was nervous. Andrew took my hand and kissed it, telling me everything was going to be okay, and then he touched my little belly which was starting to show.

"Andrew?" Asked a woman approaching us. "Andrew Baker is that you?" She asked looking at him amazed. I was curious.

"Mrs. Clark! H-how are you?" He asked standing up, and she hugged him, I assumed happy to see him.

"Oh my God, this is a miracle! Look at you!" She said looking at him and I thought that she knew him from his wheelchair days. "I heard you remarried..." She said looking at him with a certain sadness.