My Life With My Best Friend's Brother

Chapter 25

The doctor’s office was quieter than usual, it was like eerily quiet. Asher’s hand that was gripped in mine gave me some comfort but the feeling that something was wrong overpowered everything. I haven’t even felt the baby kick in days.

“Nora.” My name rang out over the quiet office and I stood making my way over to the door where the nurse waited. She took all my usual measurements before leading us to a small room.  “You must be the father, I”m Kate. Nora’s nurse.”

“Hey, yeah. I’m Asher.” He smiled politely but he was on edge too.

“Asher?” She laughed, “My daughter is in love with a guy named Asher. You don’t happen to play in a band do you?” She joked.

“As a matter of fact I do.”  He smirked, “but we aren’t that popular.” He told her sarcastically, she didn’t seem to catch on though.

I rolled my eyes and gave him a weak smile. I couldn’t joke at a time like this. I was beyond scared. Asher sensed that and grabbed my hand as the nurse began checking my belly. She took out the heart monitor and placed it around my belly. Nothing happened as she moved it around. After a few moments her face was blank, controlled.

“I’ll be right back.” She spoke softly before getting up and walking out of the room. She didn’t even give me a second glance. My nerves built the longer we waited, Asher kept kissing the hand he held and it help, even if only a little.

“Ash?” I whispered, tears trickling down my face. I could feel his stare but I couldn’t meet them. “I’m scared.”

“Nora.” His voice cracked and I lost my resolve and looked at him. His face held pain while his eyes also had tears. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” I whispered back.

The doctor came in a short while later and I willed myself not to cry. She gave us a small smile but her eyes held pity. “Let’s see shall we?” She asked as she started to do an ultrasound. I blinked and looked at the screen desperately, I needed to see the heartbeat. To hear it echo in my ears.

The picture on the screen was different than the last time I was in. The doctor sucked in a breath and then put her head down before she shut off the machine and turned to face us.

“I’m sorry.” She spoke softly.

I nodded, the tears falling freely down my cheeks. It’s wasn’t her fault, it wasn’t anyone but mine. I did this. I should have realized early! I could have prevented what ever happened. My baby could still be alive.

Pain gripped my heart and Asher wrapped his arms around me so I could burry my face in his shoulder. The doctor let us cry in peace but all too soon she came back in.

“We need to discuss some things.” She told us and began talking about how we were going to cope.

After a long excruciating hour, I was finally able to leave to cry to myself at home. I wanted to be alone.

 

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7 days. A whole week has passed and I still feel the same pain I did as when I first found out, if not more. I walked passed the baby’s room, with tears in my eyes, I couldn’t go in there. It’d be too much to see all the baby stuff when I knew that the baby wouldn’t be in there to enjoy it. Ever.

I jerked my head up and tried to keep the tears at bay while I made my way downstairs. Asher was in the kitchen making breakfast, his eyes red. He was hurting too.

“Hey.” He gave me a little smile as his eyes landed on mine. I stopped on the bottom stair and wrapped my arms around my body. I felt cold and empty.

“Hey.” I whispered back, my voice raspy and thick with emotion.

His nose scrunched up slightly and I knew that he was in pain from seeing me in pain. I made my way closer to him, even though all I wanted to do was be alone, I couldn’t push him away. “I love you.” I told him softly from across the counter.

His lips twitched, “I love you too, baby.” He told me as he came around the counter and wrapped me in his arms. I snuggled into his comforting touch and wiped away the tears in my eyes. I had to be strong, for Asher.

“What’d you make me?” I asked softly and let a smile form on my face.

“Waffles, you’re favorite.” He told me kissing my forehead before he went back to cooking them. “Oh, and freshly squeezed orange juice, just for you.”

“You know me so well.” I shook my head as I grabbed a glass and poured myself some.

“Well you are the love of my life.” He shrugged, his eyes flickering over to me. They held nothing but love. “Isn’t that obvious?”

I grinned bring the glass to my lips as I drank the juice. He was serious the best guy alive. I loved him so much. He gave me a smile and turned off the waffle machine before plating them and handing me one.

“For you my lady.” He bowed slightly, his eyes glinting.

“Why thank you sir.” I curtsied with a small laughed and it almost felt normal. But then the pain was back full force and I wondered if I’d ever go back to normal, if we’d ever go back.

Asher and I ate our waffles in silence as we watched the waves crash on the rocks by our dock. When we finished our food Asher took our plates to the kitchen. I hung my head as I looked down, I still had the slight baby bump which triggered the tears again.

“Come on.” Asher broke my stare with my stomach. His hand was out stretched for me to take. I slipped my hand in his and he pulled me up and out of the house. He led me down to the dock where there was a light breeze as the sun shined brilliantly above us.

“I wrote you a song.” He whispered in my ear and I shivered. Turning around to face him he had a guitar laying on the ground that I hadn't noticed, my mind to preoccupied before.

I watched as he began to strum the guitar and then he started to sing. My tears welled in my eyes while I watched him, his words made my heart swell. This was normal, and that’s when I knew that we would recover. We’d be okay, together.

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