Chapter 42
Michaels POV
"What is it?" Aimee asked tugging on my arm a little.
I looked down and her and softly wrapped my arm around her waist, placing my hand on her belly, which covered the whole thing.
She glanced down at my hand then back up at Me.
"What's wrong?!"
I turned back to my cellphone and sighed.
"Janet are you sure? Did you go To a good hospital? With a reliable doctor?"
I felt Aimee tug on my arm again.
Through deep sobs and cries Janet tried to answer.
"Yes... W-we went to the one we always go to. Th-the doc-doctor said my eggs are bad!! It's my fault!"
"No no no... Dunk its not your fault-"
"It is my fault! I'm the one with the bad eggs! I'm the one that can't produce babies! It's my fault!"
She cried harder.
I sighed and continued to rub Aimee's belly, as she sat there with her head on my shoulder.
"Jan would you like me to come over there?"
"Cou-could you try to comfort David?"
"Of course."
"Ca-can Aimee come?"
I looked at Aimee.
"You wanna go see Janet?"
"Sure."
I turned back to the phone.
"We will be there soon okay?"
"Okay.."
She sniffled.
"It will be okay. Love you dunk!"
"Love you apple head.."
I put my phone down and turned to Aimee hugging her tightly.
"You are so blessed that you can produce babies..."
"I know..." She said rubbing my back.
I pulled away and picked up the phone calling the babysitter across the road.
She said she could come watch the kids, even though they were sleeping.
We drove to Janet's in our pajamas and of course she was in her pajamas too.
When I opened the door she almost knocked me down.
I hugged her as I waddled inside, Aimee coming in behind me, closing the door.
David came out when he saw me and gave me a small smile.
I could tell he was upset as well.
Why wouldn't he be?
They can't have babies together.
Ever.
