Chapter 81

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I wake up, terrible cramps. I cry out and look down. Blood. I start to cry, putting my hands over my face. I glance over at the clock. 9:45.
The baby? I dress quickly and walk downstairs.
"Wanna another bite?"
"Eats!"
I smile at Zay and Zoe.
"I have to go out, do you care to watch him or I can take him."
"I'll watch him, we are having Zay and Gramma time."
"Alright thank you." I kiss Zay on the head and grab my purse and out the door.
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"Huston?"
I walk back and lay on the examination chair.
"What's wrong mom?"
"I think I lost my baby."
"Well, Let's look." He presses on my stomach and then gets the gel and the doppler out. He scans and I silently pray for a heartbeat. Nothing.
"I'm sorry mom." I start to cry and wipe my tears.
"It's fine, really, Dont tell your father."I wipe the gel off and quickly exit.
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When I make it home, Zay is down for his nap, and I go to my bed and bury myself there. I think I've cried so much that I've dried up my eyes. I just sob now, no tears can fall. I did this, it was my fault for letting him in.
**
3 hours later.....
"Jess?" I hear Danny call out through the house. I lay there staring at the ceiling. I've quit sobbing and I've just been laying here for hours. I probably look like I'm fine. I grab my compact mirror and look at myself. I look perfectly fine. He walks through the bedroom door and looks at me and smiles. He walks to the bed and lays beside of me.
"I've missed you sweetheart." He kisses the back of my head. Inhaling.
"You smell delicious." He runs his hand up my shirt and I silently start to cry.
"I'm tired baby. Or I would." He says and strips and goes to bed. I eventually fall asleep.
He goes in and out kissing me, restraining my hands above my head. I'm crying as he pounds in me.Your daughter is next and I'm taking Zay he tells me. He groans and comes sucking on my breasts.
I wake up screaming, crying uncontrollably. Danny pops up and looks at me.
"What's wrong?" He touches my arm and I move my arm, getting up and running to Zay's room, he's awake and crying. I pick him up and slide down the wall against the floor. Zay is holding on to me around my neck and his legs on my hips. I squeeze him and sob.
"Mommy loves you Zay. Don't forget it."

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