Faye sat on their bed and sighed. She hadn't left the room since her and Alexander's fight. She just had to think about what to do next.
Her eyes glanced at the tiny stick on the table and it made her heart beat quicker. "Please be negative." She whispered. With everything going on, a child would not be a good idea. She knows she promised Alexander she would think about having a child after Keren turned one but so much had happened recently and she didn't necessarily think that would be the beat thing to do any more.
She forced herself to look and her breath caught. She picked up the stick and threw it across the room. "Damn it!"
The positive stick slammed into the wall and skidded across the floor.
Faye ran her fingers through her hair and stood up. Her breath no longer caught in her throat but this time she couldn't seem to get enough air. She junk to the floor and closed her eyes.
Alexander walked to their bedroom door and tapped on it. "Faye? We need to talk." He heard her crying and he opened the door. He walked to her side and knelt beside her. "Faye breath." He whispered and pulled his wife close. "You're having a panic attack."
Faye nodded against his chest. "I-I know." She whispered. She was trembling in his arms.
"Faye talk to me." He said softly.
Faye said nothing. Alexander sat on the floor and held his wife until the attack passed. She stayed against his chest and closed her eyes.
"Do you want to tell me what wrong?" He asked.
Faye sighed and leaned against his shoulder. Tears still streaked her cheeks. "What isn't wrong?"
"That's not what I meant." He said.
Faye shook her head. "I can't do it again."
He frowned. "Do what again?"
"I can't be a mother again." She said and pulled her arms around her body as If they were the glue keeping her together. "I can't put another child through the pain of having me as their mother."
Alexander finally spotted the fallen stick on the ground. "You're pregnant."
Faye nodded.
He tightened his grip around her. "Faye you've seen how Keren looks at you. She adores you. So did Alice."
She shook her head again. "Thats not the point. I adore my children but they don't deserve to have a mother who can't hardly take care of herself. They don't need a broken mother."
Alexander kisses Faye's head. "I'm here to help. Okay? And if my voice counts even the slightest." He kissed her temple. "I don't think your broken. I think you're pretty great."
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The bruised and battered
Short StoryA mother is in apart of a large family company. She has to put all her effort into helping this toxic family. Including ignoring her own personal self, her daughter, and planning for her soon to be newborns like. She meets a man who thinks he ca...
