A Touch of Magic

An Unexpected Twist

    I kept him locked in my house. I didn't want him to leave and go after Zelda for the Triforce of Wisdom. As it got colder, he slept with me, only because I only had one heavy blanket and I didn't leave my house. You could definitely tell I was pregnant by this point. I was about six months pregnant.

   I was laying in bed one night and he lay on the other side of the bed. He moved closer to me. I didn't know if he was sleeping or not. I had a really bad stomach ache though. I was crying silently, usually pain doesn't bother me because I was used to it. He  slipped his arm under mine and wrapped it around me. I tensed up and moved to the edge of the bed. He moved closer to me. I went to stand up but instead I slipped and fell. He got up and ran around to my side of the bed.

       "Go get a towel," a cup of water had spilled on the floor. He walked out of the room. I looked up and a woman was standing there. I blinked thinking I was imagining her. She looked like she was about fifty years old.

        "Who are you?" I asked and just looked at her. I felt kinda stupid being on the floor with water everywhere.

        "Sweetheart, I'm your mom," she smiled. My jaw dropped and everything seemed to freeze.

        "What are you doing here?" I have never seen my mom.

        "I felt your pain. I needed to see you. I needed to be sure you were okay," she spoke with a soft tone to her voice.

        "You were never here before. What makes you think I want you here now?" I wasn't really crying much, she distracted me from everything.

        "Sweetie, I can read your deepest thoughts," that sent shivers up my spine.

        "Really? I can read yours too," I spoke with a cocky tone right as Ganon walked in the room. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I tried to stand up. Ganon helped me up and I thought I pissed myself. I waddled out of the room and into the bathroom. I was surprised to find that it was blood. A small stream was forming down my leg. I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked out of the bathroom and downstairs.

   I picked my phone up off the floor and called my doctor. The phone rang for a while and then they put me on hold.

       "Hello?" I finally heard a males voice.

       "I think something's wrong. I'm six months pregnant and I'm bleeding a lot and in a lot of pain," I was really scared. The last thing I needed was to lose this baby.

       "I need you to stay calm. We will send out a few medics who will arrive shortly," with that the call ended. My mom came down the stairs.

       "Is everything alright?" she asked. By then I was standing in a puddle of blood. I started feeling lightheaded. I fell and hit my head off the corner of the coffee table. She ran over to me and moved me away from the table.

       "Sheik?" I started feeling drowsy, everything was blurry.

       "Sheik!" I heard her yelling my name. I saw the flashing lights outside. I don't know what happened after that.

    I opened my eyes to see my mom staring at me.

       "Hey there," she said as if I were four. I honestly thought everything was just a dream. I looked down to see that my stomach was almost flat again. I looked up and saw my mom was frowning.

       "What happened?" I didn't want to hear what was going to be said.

    She took a big breath of air and slowly exhaled.

       "You had a miscarriage. It was a boy," she kept a straight face trying not to upset me anymore.

       "What did I ever do to deserve any of this? My daughter was taken from me, my husband is dead, I lost my baby, what the fuck could possibly be next?" My mom stood there still not knowing much about my past.

        "Sorry, this definitely is not a good week," I started tearing up. My mom came over to me and hugged me. I hugged her back. She cradled my head as if I were a little girl that just had a bad dream and she was telling me it's okay.

        "It's okay, things can only get better. I'm here now and I'm not leaving," she spoke with a motherly tone. I never had a mother figure growing up. I didn't know what it felt like until now. I felt so much comfort that I wish I had with me my whole life.

    The door opened and a man with a long white coat on walked in. He had short brown hair, pale skin, bright blue eyes, and was average height. He sat down on a chair across the room by the counter. My mom let go of my and sat up tall next to me.

        "We have figured out why you had the miscarriage," he cleared his throat, "were you under a lot of stress?"

        "My husband died a few days ago, yes," I didn't know what this had to do with anything.

        "Well as that weakens you it also weakens the baby. When you fell, it was jolted around to the point it died. I'm sorry," he said this and I felt like the worst person in the world.

        "You're free to go home," he handed me the discharge papers and walked out of the room.