Maternity Clothes

The Confession

Why had he never noticed it? When did it become normal? Where was he when she was crying herself to sleep over it? Why?
The answer was simple: they were broken.
The loss was too hard for some couples, and she was starting to think they were one of those couples. The kind that can't even look at each other anymore. The kind that needed "space". They had never needed space before. They had always been together, even when it was tough. Even when their pet goldfish Larry died, they had made jokes about how good ol' Larry was, that they made each other feel better. So when she miscarried their first son, she thought they would be together to heal. She thought he would get her out of bed to at least eat sometimes, but instead, the only time she remembered to eat was when the hunger pains were eating her alive. He barely ever came back at night anymore, claiming that he needed "space". She wished space could've waited until after they got past this. She had been four months along when she miscarried, just far enough to have the most precious bump. He was talking to it when it happened. He had gotten home late that night, and she had been freaking out. He had gotten home to her sobbing on the couch about how he was dead, and had rushed to her and started cuddling her, making her sure that he was not dead. He had then gotten on one knee and started talking to the little thing in her belly. He had said he loved it and that they were gonna have so much fun playing ball, or drawing pictures if they were into that kinda thing. They were so happy in that moment, that the blood on her pants was barely noticed until it became a big splotch getting into the couch. He had picked her up and rushed her to the hospital, speeding too much to be considered ethical. The doctor told them it was too late, and that was that. That was when the "space" started. She remembered looking at her maternity clothes, not being able to get rid of them. She was going to bag then up and put them in the closet. She then saw her pastel blue shirt with the pretty flowers on the side. She had just wanted to try it on once, just to see how it fit now that there wasn't a big apple in her anymore. It had still fit great, hugging in all the right places. She had tried some pants on, too, to see if they went with the shirt, and she felt so nice and comfortable that she slept in it. The next morning she put in her pink maternity shirt, with some pants, and left to work like that, just used to it. She continued to do that, never actually getting rid of them, just continuing to wear them. As this went on, she wondered why her husband never noticed the attire. She then remembered the "space" that had yet to leave. She called him. She screamed at him that he never noticed that she still wore her maternity clothes. That sometimes she would sleep covered in his clothes so that she could think he was there for her. She told him that she was so depressed that she had to take a different route to work so that she didn't pass the nursery. She said all of the horrible things in her life to him, and he said nothing. At the end, he said he would be there in ten minutes, and sure enough, he came to her rescue. He brought her favorite ice cream and food, and made her bag up her maternity clothes. He made her eat a real meal, and he made her take a nice long bath. When she got out, they watched movies all night laughing and talking, and just enjoying life again. He stayed the night again, and when she woke up, she put on her tight fit jeans, and a tight shirt. He kissed her goodbye, and she walked by the nursery.

Fin