It would resurface in her dreams. She never knew why. It was an odd sight. A small being she couldn't identify next to a fairly aged woman. The woman had a scowl and that was all she remembered from the dream - image-wise.
It scared her how real it felt and it scared her even more when the words they spoke were spoken aloud in real-life. "I'm sorry, but it is not possible for you to bare a child," said the doctor. He adjusted his glasses examining their expressions carefully. He hated this part of his job and choosing words carefully was something difficult as well.
Her husband frowned, but was silent. He didn't say a word, but his grip on her shoulders tightened. She couldn't say she was surprised. They knew this from the start. Yet they bet 'hope' on this gamble.
They lost.
She was scared. The doctor explained all risks in the same phrases in the dream. The dream felt even more real and almost felt like a memory.
"We couldn't heal the already-destroyed-organs to their fullest capacity. It weakened... a lot. You can't walk anymore and there is a possibility you won't be able to bare a child. I'm sorry."
Whatever that was in front of her looked ashamed.
Why was she dreaming of someone who 'couldn't heal the already-destroyed-organs'? She wasn't able to walk as long as she could remember. Her husband thought the same as she discussed with him.
"It was just a dream. You... you shouldn't overthink and... and rest. It's been a very... very long day," he had said.
She knew it was just a dream, but it bothered her how real it felt. Nonetheless, she brushed it off. She was tired. Hearing they couldn't have any biological children must've drained her husband too. She sighed as she stared out the window. The rain poured reflecting her mood, but she quite liked the rain. It was nostalgic, but she never knew why.
"What do you want for dinner?" He inquired lifting himself up from the couch; in the same way, he smiled, trying to lift the mood. He never allowed her to be sad for too long. She smiled seeing his attempt.
"Anything is fine. You're the foodie not me." She gave a chuckle. He shrugged.
"Okay, but don't blame me if you don't like what I make."
"Okay," she replied with a short laugh. At least he improved his cooking skills. If it was a year ago she would have never replied the way she did. He was a complete horror in the kitchen, but she couldn't exactly cook for them. The next best thing was to instruct him and eventually she just supervised. Afterwards, he became a pretty decent cook. It was difficult to believe if you didn't see his progress with your own two eyes.
As he left to the kitchen she found herself staring out the window once more. Her thoughts were left at the back of her mind. Instead, she enjoyed the view. What a day? She thought of the day overall.
Before she could take in the silence - and the night's different aspects compared to day - there was a knock on the door.
Her brown eyes went wide in curiosity.
Who was it?
They weren't the most interactive in their neighborhood. She had no idea who it could be. She pushed the wheelchair herself, seeing that her husband did not hear. They purposely bought a spacious, flat surfaced house for her, thus she moved swiftly towards the door.
Once she was there, she leaned forward to look through the small window on the door.
"That's odd," her eyebrows knitted, "Nobody's here...?"
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