Novocain

Chapter Thirty Five

Marceline Anne trailed her fingers over her husband's face. It was so dark outside but she could see him clearly.

For his part, Malcolm the First was just as enthralled with his bride.

It'd been hours since either had said anything that resembled words they could say in front of their kids but they didn't need words.

He reached out to tap her tiny fat nose. "We should sleep. You need rest."

"I'm moving into my second trimester. I do not."

"You naughty girl. You do so."

"Then put me to sleep."

He couldn't wipe away his grin. "When you have more strength."

She stuck out her tongue.

N-

Mercedes Catherine looked up when her sister entered the room. "Hi, sweetie! How are you feeling? I heard about the hospital. Are you okay?"

Marceline Anne nodded. "I'm fine. Just exhausted. I'm doing too much."

Mercedes Catherine patted the seat next to her. She was on the couch with the boys nearby.

Marceline Anne sat next to them.

"You keep forgetting you have cancer."

Marceline Anne's eyes widened.

"What's wrong?"

Marceline Anne turned to her with stricken eyes. "I'm pregnant."

N-ish

"Yay?" Mercedes Catherine was very concerned.

Marceline Anne gave her a rotten look over the paper bag she was breathing heavily into.

Mercedes Catherine pouted. "I'm sorry, sweetie."

"It's okay." Marceline Anne moved the bag. "We just have to monitor closely."

"What if you get sick again?"

Marceline Anne pulled out that look again.

"Sorry." Mercedes Catherine bowed her head.

Marceline Anne blew out a terror filled breath. "He had me in His embrace last time. I just have to keep praying."

Mercedes Catherine beamed. "I know that's right! Prayer will see you through!"

Marceline Anne sucked on the corner of her mouth.

N~

Marceline Anne didn't know where she was or what was happening.

She couldn't move anything. Not her legs or arms or even her eyelids. It began to scare her. She couldn't really remember the last thing that had happened but a song played through her mind.

I love you so...

Who was singing? It sounded like her. But that was impossible. She could feel her mouth and it was closed, unable to open. So who was singing?

The harder she thought, the bigger her headache. Plus there was a strange beeping...

Who was singing? It was starting to drive her crazy but then she realized, who cared who was singing? Why couldn't she move?

She tried to still her silent, incredibly fruitless ambition of trying to move and tried to use her senses. Besides the beeping and singing, no other sounds were heard but it smelled terrible.