Being Married to Sal

She'll be fine, but....

(It's Friday, February 1st 2018. Emily turns 1 June 5th.
Sal turns 22 November 6th.
I turn 21 September 18th.
Makes sense? It better.)

"Do you know how to do CPR?" Kerri asked. "Of course I do!" I snapped. (Remember Sal did it before before Emily was born.) She held up her hands in defense, knowing she crossed a line. I laid Haley on the floor and grabbed a bowl. "You'll be okay," I whispered. I locked my hands together and laid them on her chest. "Sal, are you sure about this?" "I'm positive. I'm not losing my wife," I cracked. "Are you sure you can keep yourself together?" I nodded not trusting my voice. I heard her sighed and sit on the couch.

I started pushing down on her chest and I knew I wouldn't be able to do this without tearing up. "Sal," Kerri said softly, "take her to the hospital. You're in no state of mine to do it." I looked at Kerri and she pushed me away. "You're not doing it." I swallowed slowly, "I can do this," I lied. "Bullshit Sal." "Kerri, please, she won't be able to make it." "Sal you are making her not make it, by sitting here and fighting with me."

I went silent and Kerri stood up. "Sal grabbed her and let's go." "What about Emily?" "I got her, just go out to the car." I sighed and gently picked up Haley's fragile body. I walked out to my car and sat in the front seat. Kerri came out with Emily and sat her in the back. I wrapped my arms around Haley and I felt movement in her stomach. My eyes went wide and Kerri noticed. "Sal what?" "I could be wrong, but," I took a breath, "I think she's pregnant." "What!?" "You heard me!" "Are you sure?" "What else lives in someone for 9 months!? Yes, I'm sure!" "Wow, Sal wow. Emily isn't even a year old and you're only 21." I glared at her and she flinched back.

I knew no one touched her since she "died" except me, but I don't even remember touching her like that. I bit my lip and laid my head against the cold glass. This was a stressful night. I saw the hospital come into view and quickly got out of the car. I ran into the hospital and they took Haley from my arms. I slumped into a chair and saw Kerri walk in with Emily. I took Em from Kerri and sat her in my lap. She giggled and I smiled at her.

"You know you're a good father even though you said you weren't ready to have kids." "I think I'm attached to her." "And soon you'll be attached to this other one." "You know what they say. Daughters are a daddy's girl and sons are a mommy's boy." "Were you a mommy's boy?" "I think so." Kerri laughed and I hit her. "Do you think she'll be okay?" I asked. "I'm sure she'll be fine Sal."

4 hours later

I looked up from my phone and saw a doctor standing in front of me. "There's good news and bad news, which do you want first?" "Good." "She'll be fine, but not for long." "What?" "We found out that she has cancer in the brain." "How long will she live?" "We're estimating about a year or so. We could be wrong, but there's a 75% chance she won't live." "And is she pregnant?" "Yes, do you want to know the gender?" I nodded slowly, taking everything in and I was shocked at what she said. "You're gonna be a father of a girl AND a boy."