Holy Angel

59. The Aftermath

Miya/Mela

She felt the tears coming, but shook her head as she placed her hands behind her onto the top of her butt. Mela felt the tears rolling down her face and got angry with herself for showing weakness.

"Fuck." Mela looked up towards the ceiling, but then quickly looked at Marcus to see him standing there. He didn't move, it was like he was stuck in time.

"Marcus say something."

She watched his lips part but quickly closed again.

Mela sighed heavily as she threw her hands up. "Fuck it. Just fuck it." Mela walked off down the hall to find her glasses. She couldn't be in the room with him right now. Him not showing any kind of emotion upset her to the fullest. It looked as though he didn't even care and it bothered her.

First he came to back her almost a week later with no phone calls and/or text and now she lost not one child, but two and he's not showing not the slightest bit of emotion was irritating her. She knew he was heartless towards other people, but she thought they were making process towards one another.

With the slightest bit of vision she had, Mela was able to find her glasses on the ground and placed them on her wet face. When she turned back around her face hit his chest, within seconds his arms wrapped around her frame with his head laying on top of hers.

"Don't think because I didn't say anything mean I don't care." He whispered. "You lost both of my seeds today out of nowhere. You lost my babies, that's fucking me up on the inside."

Mela stood still and listened to his heartbeat. It was soothing to her and it somewhat calmed her down enough to stay and listen to what he had to say.

"Just like you're protecting Miya, I'm protecting Mason. There is no telling how the both of them going to react to this situation. Most likely, Miya might slip into depression and Mason might disconnect from both you and the world. We can't do that to them. We can't do that to ourselves.  I'm not saying it's not okay for us to cry and feel down because, baby," he chuckled a little before sighing heavily. "Losing babies that we won't ever be able to meet is heartbreaking. It's going to take us a few hours or maybe even a few days to accept the fact, but it's better us than them."

In the middle of him talking, Mela couldn't help but to break down. Her babies were gone and that's all that mattered right now.

"This will never be a 'just fuck it moment'." He quoted her. "This moment will live with us for the rest of our lives and hopefully this made us stronger as a couple. I'm just pissed at myself because I should have been here earlier. I should have been the one to take you to the hospital. I should have been here to hold you and I'm sorry that I wasn't." She felt his lips on her forehead as a sigh escaped his lips again. "I'm so sorry."

Mela shook her head and tried to gather herself enough to speak to him.

"H-how would you have known this was going to h-happen?" Her trying to catch her breath made her stop for a second. "Don't say you're sorry because you weren't here. There was absolutely no way you could have known." Mela wiped her face and sighed heavily.

"You don't understand Mela, if I have came just a few days ago, like I should have, then I could have been here for you. I shouldn't have been out there doing me."

Mela looked up at him with both of her eyes squinted. She felt her tears soak back up as she mugged at him. What the hell did he mean by 'doing him'?

"Did you cheat on me or something Marcus, because I swear to God if you did I will put a bullet in your ass." Her voice cracked a little. That what it had sound like to her and if so, this was really something she couldn't take.