Choices - Dilmer fanfic

Fifty

Monday arrives earlier than desired, as with so much work between the hospital and the children, we have hardly been able to rest. My parents are still home, but we try to let them sleep more than us. We just let them help us with Noah. Nothing more.

The alarm clock rings and wakes me up at half past six in the morning. I open my eyes and yawn, before I put my hands on my lower abdomen, where I feel a little discomfort. "Well, it's finally here" I think, before getting up and going to the bathroom, where I get sorely disappointed.

When I finish, I flush the toilet and I go back to the bedroom where I take my nightstand calendar and I start counting the days. "Shit," I whisper angrily, heading to get dressed.

—Josh, don't play with breakfast! I'm not in the mood!!! —I scold him, while I breastfeed the babies next to them.

—Mom, you know I don't like the orange —Danielle complains looking at her dish.

I roll my eyes not looking at her and I keep feeding the little ones.

—Can I leave it and just eat the milk with the biscuits? —she asks, now.

I shake my head angrily and I face her.

—No! You know you have to eat fruit! Just eat that up! —I yell at her, too upset, making all the people in the table look scared of me.

—But... Can I change the fruit? Can I have a kiwi? —she asks, again, with a low voice.

—I SAID NO! —I yell and Avalynn starts to cry.

At that moment, Wilmer gets up from the table and pick Avalynn up to comfort her.

—Are you okay? —Wilmer asks me, but I just sigh and ignore him.

Soon, we take the children to the school and we leave fast, as we need to go to the hospital to spend the day with Noah.

—Demi, what's concerning you —Wilmer, who I guess knows that I'm worried, volunteered to drive to the hospital this time.

I don't reply to him, I just look through the window, trying to get away for a moment.

—You are irritated and you don't talk, it's obvious that something is wrong —he keeps saying, but I still don't reply.

—Is it Noah? —he asks—... Because she is probably leaving hospital real soon! She is okay, you don't need to worry —he tries to comfort me—. Or is it that Anthony is having another child? We haven't talked about that yet...

I roll my eyes, more upset every second. Wilmer is harassing me more than I am with every supposition he does.

—Maybe something I did? But, if you don't tell me what is it I won't be able to change it... —he tells me—. Will you? Will you tell me, Demi? —Wilmer keeps talking while he drives.

Suddenly, I feel so furious that I can't keep silent anymore.

—I HAVE A MISSED PERIOD!!!! —I yell at him, which makes Wilmer look at me astonished.

—But, look at the road!! Don't take your gaze off the road!! —I shout, upset and Wilmer does as I say.

—But, but, but —he stutters, surprised—... Are you sure?

I cover my face with my hands and I scream in a low voice, for him not to hear me. I'm so mad.

—Yes, Wilmer! I have this very controlled and I should have had my period almost eight days ago —I tell him, disturbed.

The car gets in silence for some minutes. The silence I've been desiring since I woke up today.

—Demi, you shouldn't worry about that yet, you don't know anything —Wilmer says, making me even more angry.