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"what are you hoping for?" i ask roger as we both laid in bed, watching the baby move my stomach around in different ways.
so far, these past six months have been a little hectic. in the beginning, our doctor didn't think that the baby would make it to four months. then to five. but after the fifth month had gone by, he stopped saying all the bad things, and started saying some good things.
"i don't know. a girl would be nice. but a boy would also be cool. maybe both?" roger asks and my eyes go wide. "twins? do you honestly think we could handle that?" i ask and he shrugs, "depends. i know you could. but i doubt i'd be able to." roger laughs out.
"exactly my point." i say as i take his hand, placing it on my stomach where the baby's kicking me. "i'll never get used to that."
two months ago
"we're very sorry mrs. taylor, but you may not be able to carry the baby to full term." my doctors voice echoed through my mind as i sat in the office, hearing that my baby may not make it, is truly heart breaking.
"why? do you know why?" i ask and the doctor nods, starting to explain everything. he sent me on my way, telling me to take it easy for a few weeks.
which would be fine, but i can't just stop helping the band with what they need.
i made it home, and roger's voice quietly echoed through the house, he's singing.
i walk upstairs and check our room, not there. i check the bathroom, not their either. the last room that's upstairs is our spare bedroom, which roger said could be the baby nursery, but i told him not to decorate yet.
i open the door, to see that's he's painted the walls a pale yellow color, and he was currently building the crib. "rog. i told you not to do anything." i mumble as i step into the room, admiring the little details that he had painted around the light-switch. he stopped singing love of my life and turned to look at me, a smile on his face.
"i know. but i couldn't help it. how did the doctors go?" he asks me as he pushed the crib up to the wall where he thought it looked best.
"i actually need to talk to you about that." i admit, my face growing sad, i can feel the tears pricking at my eyes, and i try to keep them in, but they start to fall.
"what happened?" roger asks, dropping everything he was doing to be by my side.
"i-i-i'm a horrible human is what h-happened." i cry out, choking on my own words. roger walks me over to the rocking chair in the corner of the room and sits i front of me, being patient with me while i try to calm down.
