Make the Most of It

48. Prove It

The next couple weeks went by really quick. I continued my work and Zayn started his new job and enjoyed it. We continued our life just as we had before. Soon enough, we were moving into mid September and fall season had begun. The leaves were changing color and the scenery outside was the most beautiful thing, for a place like LA.

On another note, I continued to check up on Alex, Luke, and Carolyn. Luke and Alex had finally made up, but hadn't gone to the extent of moving in together yet. Carolyn was doing okay in her pregnancy, until I got a call one night. I was making dinner and Zayn went to answer the phone.

"Who is it Zayn?" I called out. He didn't answer. Instead, I saw him walk into the the kitchen with a glum expression. "What's wrong?" I asked, now worried. He handed me the phone and I spoke.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Nikki?"

"Yeah. Hey Alex, what's wrong?

"Carolyn had an appointment today and apparently the baby didn't have a heartbeat. She lost the baby, Nikki." I was silent as I took in her words. I didn't know what to make of this. Was this good or bad?

"Oh. So how are her and Luke?"

"They're okay. Luke hasn't grasped the idea yet, but Carolyn is devastated."

"I bet. This must be so hard for her."

"Yeah," she agreed.

"So how are you feeling?" I asked.

"I don't know what to feel. I mean, we don't have to deal with the drama and complications now, but the baby was practically my step daughter."

"Yeah I understand. If you need anything, just let me know. I'm always here," I assured.

"Yeah. Thanks. I'll talk to you later I guess."

"Ok. Keep me posted."

"I will. Bye."

"Bye." I put the phone down then turned to Zayn. "Well that's unfortunate."

"I mean not really. There's no more complications," he disagreed. I looked at him in bewilderment.

"That was a living child that just died," I argued.

"It wasn't even born yet."

"But it was alive. And imagine the pain Carolyn must feel."

"Alright, alright," he said quickly, not wanting to start an arguement. "Are we going to see them?"

"No. I think it's best if we let them sort it out."

"Ok, sounds good. What's for dinner?" He asked, changing the topic. I rolled my eyes at him.

"You have to start caring more about these things, you know. This is real life," I said, as I brought the plate of tacos out to the coffee table in the living room.

"Whatever," he answered, as he reached for one.

"Imagine if I was pregnant with your kid and it died before even being born. Then what would you do?" He froze and looked up at me.

"You're not..... pregant. Are you?"

"What? No! I'm just hypothetically speaking."

"Well you sound like a moody housewife, picking fights at me. If this is what it's like being married to you, I'll pass," he chuckled.