Love Is A Miracle

Chapter 8

A little lengthy chapter to make up for my absence 💕

Zachary POV

We both had taken some time off from work to recover, the only problem is Nichelle wasn't handling this well.

Nichelle was grieving real bad, and I could tell she was beating herself up about the whole thing. She never once brought it up.

My father of course offered his support. My mother, on the other hand, well, you already know how she is.

We were having a very rough patch. Nichelle was like a robot. She was trying not to feel any emotion. It was just work with her.

"Nichelle" i said

"Not now Zach i have to go" she wasn't going nowhere.

"You cant keep pretending like it didn't happen" she shook her head.

"Zach, please don't do this to me right now" she said, continuing to pack her bags and zip them up.

"Nichelle, you have to feel this in order to heal" she shook her head. She pecked me "Bye baby, i'll text you when I land" she said walking away.

I followed behind her and grabbed her elbow. "Nichelle!"

"Baby, I will text you when I get there" she said in a warning tone before pulling her elbow out my grip.

She opened the door and was met by my father, Chantel and her parents.

She turned around and looked at me "Zach, what's going on?"

"We're worried about you Nichelle" her mother said stepping forward. She looked at me again before looking at her mother.

"Nichelle, our son died." She started shaking her head. "Stop it Zachary" she warned me.

"It happened, Nichelle"

Starting to get emotional myself "He was my son too"

"Can you please stop reminding me!" She finally cried out.

"Stop reminding me that I lost my son! Stop reminding me that I miscarried! Stop reminding me that I'm a failure!" She broke down crying.

This was all she needed, a release.

"I couldn't save him!"

"It's not your fault, baby" I held her as she cried. Everyone came in and did the best they could to comfort her.

"I'm sorry, Zach" I affirmed her as she cried. "You have nothing to be sorry for"

"Maybe your mother was right... maybe I am a cursed woman." She cried out in my arms.

"Since when do you care about what my mother says. She's definitely wrong. These things happen Nichelle" I say kissing her forehead. 

Several months later...

We had started therapy to help us grieve with the loss of our son.

Honestly, this was the best thing for us because we started healing and it wasn't going back to normal, it was more like we were creating a new way of life with each other.

That was both good and bad. Bad as in as healthy as our relationship was there were still moments or days that I feel disconnected from Nichelle.

Good because the hard part was over, we'd come to accept what happened and find some kind of peace in it. It's still hard but not like it once was.

Our precious Amira was growing up before our eyes. She was 5 now, and she was growing beautifully. Every day she looked more and more like Nichelle.

I think this whole situation made Nichelle insecure about herself as a woman and sometimes as a mother and she was struggling with that.