Fault 2 // Denis Stoff

T h i r t y

Two weeks later // Home.

Denis was at the apartment with Matty whilst I went to my doctor.

My periods have been irregular recently and I've been a bit worried. I take my birth control pills every night, which is why I'm extremely worried as to why they have been stopping.

I told Denis it was just a usual checkup.

I sat in the dull waiting room, some boring magazine occupying my mind. I was reading some article that I found quite funny. 'Celeb Gossip' these articles were always hilarious because the rumours are so false and over the top.

I snickered as I read something about Taylor Swift moving to Norway and beginning a whole new life. God, these people would write anything for a bit of cash.

"Lana Liska?" A voice called.

I looked up to see a pale girl with long black hair.

I got up from my seat and smiled. "Here."

"Follow me please." She grinned warmly.

I followed her down the narrow corridor, until we entered a room.

"Now, take a seat Hun."

I sat down whilst she typed away on her computer.

"Right." She said, turning towards me and crossing her legs. "I've had a lot of women come into me with this problem. Sometimes it can be nothing. Or, it could be very bad which is why we're just going to run some tests to make sure everything's okay."

I nodded. "Okay fine, what kind of tests will you be running?"

"Just a blood test and a sample."

------

I anxiously waited in the dim lit room. What could be wrong? I haven't been getting sick or anything. Pregnancy is completely out of the question. So it makes me wonder.

I've been sitting here for about fifteen minutes, tapping away on my leg impatiently.

I slightly jumped as the door opened again.

The nurse held something in her hand, seemed like a piece of paper.

"Hello again."

"Hi." I smiled, "everything good?"

"Well, actually about that ms Liska, we have to speak about some things.."

Shit.

The nurse returned to her seat, looking at me somewhat sympathetically.

"After running some tests we've discovered something, Lana your periods will stop. What you're about to hear might be a little heartbreaking- but it appears that you're unable to conceive." She sighed, handing me some tissues.

I don't need those.

"W-what? No, I've already had a kid, that's impossible!"

"Sometimes the female system can shut down, wether you're 45 or 20. The age doesn't matter. It's a beautiful thing to be able to have a child already. I'm extremely sorry to have to bear this news to you. Do you know if this condition runs in your family at all?"

I felt like I have been punched in the throat. I couldn't stop replaying what I promised Denis a while back.

"I want Matty to be a scary big brother who will beat up his sisters bully's, but god if she's mine she'll do it herself."

"U-uh. I don't know." I muttered, "I can fix this through right? I've already gave birth! Something has to work!"

The nurse shook her head slowly, "Lana Im afraid not. These things happen, unfortunately for this type of problem there is no pills- no operations, nothing. But hey, at least you got to bring one child into this world. Birth is a beautiful thing."

My eyes began to water.

"T-thanks. I've gotta go."

I stormed out of the hospital, why me?

Everything was supposed to be perfect. I'm supposed to have a little girl, I know it.

Fuck I'm not ready now, but I planned on it.

And now, it will never happen.

How on earth do I tell Denis?

----

"Hey baby." Denis smiled, kissing me as I entered our home.

"Hi."

"How was it? By the way Matty is napping." He smirked, attempting to kiss my neck.

The thought of sex- or conversing turned my stomach. I just felt sad.

Obviously I don't want another kid now, but I know I will when I grow- when I'm settled.

"What's up?" He frowned, backing away from me slightly.

"Nothing, I'm just tired." I shrugged.

"Lana you're avoiding every chance of possible eye contact- I know somethings up." Denis said sternly.

"Can we just talk tomorrow." I muttered. "I've had a bad day."

"No. Talk to me." He sighed, holding my hand and leading me to the living room.

I dreaded telling Denis. I don't know if I want to.

"Now, what's up?" He asked again.

"Denis I- I can't."

"Lana." He groaned, "it's me. Come on."

"It's not that easy!" I sighed, trying to stop the tears from overflowing.

"Y-you're not pregnant are you."

I broke down.

"Shit Lana are you?-"

"No!" I sobbed, "I never fucking will be again!"

"W-what? What do you mean?"

"The doctor," I cried, "She said I can't conceive again."

Denis's face dropped, a sudden sadness in his eyes. He's going to hate me, who wants to marry a woman who can't give you children.

"Please say something." I sobbed, my shaking hands rested on my lap.

Denis stayed quiet, staring out the window.

"We're never gonna get the little girl you wanted." He mumbled, a slight crack in his voice.

"Can we please go to bed." I whispered, my makeup smearing down my cheeks.