The Girl With The Yellow Umbrella

f o u r t e e n

June 19th, 2015
Wesley

"We should probably get some milk, we're running out."

"Oh, I need lots and lots of strawberries and chips! I crave them so much lately," I said excitedly as Steve was picking out food in the supermarket.

Jason walked behind us with the cart slowly, his expression seemed so out of it. Like he was in the middle of a cancer battle or he was just bored to death. I think it's the latter.

"Hey, what's wrong with him lately?" I nodded my head towards Jason.

"I don't know," Steve huffed in defeat. "I've tried to talk to him but he doesn't want to talk to me. I just hope he's PMSing."

"Me too."

Suddenly, there it was. That feeling. A sudden flow, a sudden wave of pain in the pit of my stomach. I paused, not walking alongside Steve anymore as I breathed in and out rapidly.

I instantly grabbed a shelf to steady myself while huffing. Steve didn't notice my absence but since Jason was behind us, he was able to see my struggle.

He was right behind me, telling me to calm down and if I was okay. I could barely hear him because I was too busy thinking of the worst circumstances that could be happening at this very moment.

It was too early for labor. I'm only four months pregnant.

Could I be having a miscarriage? Am I giving birth to a stillborn?

I started to chuckle a bit, even though this was the last place and time where I should. But I just thought that right now, I was sorta thinking like Jason would. I was being a pessimist and thinking of negative things instead of my usual optimistic self.

When I finally felt calmer, I realized that Steve had finally noticed and was busy trying to drag me to the car while Jason was looking at me with worry. Like I was dying of some kind of disease.

"Oh my god, Jason, hurry up, she has to get to the hospital!" Steve was shrieking. He was obviously stressed, more than I was.

"I know, I know!" Jason yelled and we finally got into the car.

"Guys, I'm fine. It was just a second, I'm sure nothing happened," I said calmly. I was just trying to cool them down yet they were still in hysteria.

I still felt a coolness in my lower area so when no one was looking, I slightly picked up my summer dress. What I saw scared me to death, red spotting on my underwear.

I willed myself to not think of the worst things that could happen, but I couldn't help myself. Was I really having a miscarriage?

I'm losing my baby.

No, it's their baby. Not mine. I might be losing their baby. I looked up to see a frightened Steve driving recklessly to the hospital, Jason was sitting next to me patting my back in comfort. He was so close to me, so close.

And then he saw what I saw, the blood. The spotting.

But, I didn't see worry or fear in his expression. I saw calmness.

He was relieved.