The Baby Project [#Wattys2018]

Chapter Fifteen ~ What is Mine Is Yours

                        "Oh my god!" I scream as I plummet on the ground clutching my phone in my hand. My mom runs up the stairs and swings the door open.

                       "What's going on? What happened? Rosie?" Her eyes fixed with with worry. Tears gushing down my face as I continued to repeat the same three words.

                        Rosie? You still there?  Says my sister over and over unsure of what was happening on my end of the line.

                       "Someone please pinch me." I say as the tears continued flooding down my face. My mother kneels down  beside be unaware of the news I had just been issued.  

                          Wait. Yesterday you said the lab was backed up. 

                          I say that to everyone. And obviously I pulled strings to have my nephew's results quicker. You're a match. More than perfect match. Cheer up. Says Mads as I finish sobbing over the phone.

                       "What's with all the tears Rose bud?" Asked my mother as she held my hand tightly.

                        "Hope."

A puzzled look registered on my mom's face when I said that one little word.

One word changed everything.

                            Mads...I'll see you tomorrow. Thank you.

                            It's what I do. No need to thank me. See you at seven. Later Rosie. Then you hear a clink at the end of the line and I stare over at my mother.

I clung onto the news as if it was my only source of life and energy. It's the light at the end of a long tunnel. Sunshine among a hurricane.

                           "Mom...mom I-I...I...I'm a...I'm a..." I start as the words tremble off of my lips. "Jackson...Jack...he's getting...getting his transplant...soon." I continued fighting back the tears as my throat got tighter around the words. "I'm a match. A perfect match. I'm going to...to...save...my son. He's not...going...going to...unless he rejects it. I'm saving his life." I finally say as I face defeat to the waterworks exploding onto my face as I sob into her arms like a little kid.

Hugging me tightly, she exclaims in my ear "That's great! That's great news. Rose bud, that's good. I love you."

Pulling back, with my raccoon eyes I quickly reply back with "Thank you for not turning your back on me when I got pregnant last year. Thank you. Oh my god! It's actually happening! Shit! I have to call Jake and tell him the awesome news! My baby is going to be okay! We're going to beat this!"

She lifts me off of the cold floor and wipes my water-ridden mascara from under my eyes and smiles. Then she walks away and heads downstairs to whip up something good to eat for breakfast.

Pulling myself together, I wipe the tears out of my eyes and scroll through my contacts on my phone. Seeing his name, I click call and wait for a response.

It rang and rang and rang until I get a groggy, Hello?

                             It's me.

                             Me who? There's a lot of me's out there. Rosie? It's like seven thirty in the morning.

                            Yeah so?

                            Wait? Did something happen? Are you okay? Is Jack alright? What's going on? 

                            It's important.