Will We Last Infinity?

Sisters

Its five o'clock. Tuesday morning of 2015. Emily sits outside on the front steps. Her gaze is distant and her thoughts far. Daniel left for work about fifteen minutes ago. Ever since his warmth left the bed at four Emily hasn’t been able to sleep. With the baby being 6 months and some, she hasn’t been getting much rest. Her back aches all the time and when she looks in the mirror all she sees is a fat person. The prednisone isn't helping either. It put a lot of weight on her once small frame. Besides that frightening seizure Emily had last month, she hasn’t noticed any progression of the ITP. Her bruises have practically vanished with the exception of a few here and there, and her body doesn’t ache as much. She still gets really tired but she figures its from the baby; not the illness. Next week Emily will go in for her weekly blood drawing and will find out the extent of the ITP. If its worse or its better, or if it has changed at all.

Emily twirls her coffee mug in her swollen hands. Though Daniel has been demanding bed rest for her she is still feeling busy. Busy stressing about the world; everything around her. NolCorp, her charities, charlotte, Jack and Amanda, and most of all what's going to happen now. Victoria, Jack and Amanda, Takeda, Aiden and a few others are the only ones who know about Emily's true identity. They know about her revenge plans, which is sad because right now Emily doesn’t even know what her plans are. If Daniel ever found out…A wedding ring and a hair dryer will probably be thrown at her. Emily wants to continue loving Daniel and starting a family of her own but there is a part deep down in her that wants to continue her revengenda in honor of David Clarke. In honor of her loving father. Emily has pondered, many times, if she should sit Daniel down and tell him who she really is. But that would most likely mean calling off the wedding and raising her unborn child without a father. What would he do? She wondered. She really did wonder what his response would be. Part of her thinks he will be fine with it and everything will continue to be perfect in that old beach house. The other part believes that he'll go out to 'think' and come home drunk. He would end up throwing a fit and trashing the place. He would leave her lying on the floor in tears with a broken vase of roses next to her.

Emily sat up tall and rubbed her belly. What kind of thoughts were these? Everything will be fine and soon she will be Mrs. Grayson with a baby in her arms. Emily slowly stood up and walked into the house. The clock glowed 6:15 in the darkness. She closed and locked the doors behind her. She was meeting with Amanda today at 11 for brunch. Its only six; what am I suppose to do until I have to leave? After awhile she figured she would try to lie down and get more sleep. She was certainly in need of rest but she just couldn't seem to get any.  She put her empty mug in the sink and made her way over to the couch. She sat down and pulled the blanket from the armchair onto her. Before closing her eyes she set an alarm on her phone for eight o'clock in hopes that she'd still be asleep and in need for an alarm. She tended not to wake up to her alarms and just hit snooze so she went and put her phone in the kitchen which would force her to get up and turn it off. She went back to the couch and got comfy. Not before long Emily had drifted off to a place where everything and everything was possible.

Just over an hour had passed when Emily jolted awake from excruciating, sharp pains in her abdomen. The pain made her cry out. Instincts kicked in and she doubled over hugging her stomach; trying to ease the pain. She didn’t know what a contraction felt like because she has never experienced one but she felt for sure that she was having one right now! A few minutes later the pain subsided but still lingered. She stayed in her curled up position for a few seconds to make sure the pain wasn’t coming back again. She placed her hands on the couch and breathed heavily for a few seconds. She knew this was not normal at six months into a pregnancy so she decided to call Daniel. She went to reach for her phone on the coffee table; then remembered that she put it on the kitchen counter because of her alarm. Now she regretted that decision more than ever. She stood up, leaning more than half her weight on the couch. One hand held onto the couch firmly and the other rested protectively over her belly. She made it half way to the kitchen; by the staircase. She shuffled forward and clutched the stairs railing as another sharp pain pierced her abdomen. The pain was worse though. It caused her legs to give way and she crumpled to the ground. She yelled out for help but to her expectations no one answered. It was too early and no one ever came near her house. Tears constantly streamed down her face as she wished over and over again for the pain to just leave her. She ended up lying down on the floor and attempted to lie in the fetal position; her baby bump causing her to not be able to bring her knees to her chest. She lied there for several minutes before the pain diminished. Her tears had created a small puddle on the wood floor. As the last of the pain left her she began to uncurl but she still lied there. She didn’t want to move so she decided to stay on the floor until she felt better.