Abortion

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I ran into the hospital, faster

than a pregnant woman should. 

Luke paced to and fro in the waiting room,

as soon as he saw me, his body

wrapped itself around mine.

"What the hell is going on?" I shouted.

"Michael, he was walking around town,

looking for baby clothes, and he was walking

across the street, a drunk driver hit him."

He choked out a sob, and tears fell on my 

cheeks as well. Ashton came around the

corner and held me in his arms

as my tears grew heavier.

"Hey, he's okay, just a few

broken bones." I coughed and rolled my eyes.

A few broken bones could be a lot

when you're supposed to be saving money

for your developing child. "Wanna go and see 

him?" Ashton asked, trying a smile. I nodded

and followed him to the hospital room.

Michael lay on the bed, his left arm

already in a black cast, and the

nurses putting one on his left leg.

"Ms.Withrom?" The nurse asked. I again nodded.

"He's been asking for you." She smiled. I walked over

and sat next to him. He gave me a smile.

"What are you smiling about?" I asked, looking

through my tears.

"You're the best fiance ever." He laughed.

"Michael, we're not engaged." I laughed.

"Having hallucinations?" I teased.

"You're supposed to say you'll marry me." 

"I'm confused." I shook my head.

"Grace, will you marry me?"

SHOrt shORT SoRRY.