Game of Chance

 

Chapter 29

“Marshall!” Contessa screamed.

“What?” he yelled as he came into the bedroom huffing.

“My pants don’t fit!” she cried.

“Damn it, I thought you were in trouble.”

“I am!  I’m getting fat!”

“No, you’re getting pregnant.”

“These were my favorite pants, too!” she whined as she threw herself onto the bed.

“Here,” he replied tenderly as he handed her a pair of his sweat pants.

“Marshall!”

“What?” he said defensively.

She cast him a murderous look before shoving her legs through the offending pants.

//

“You think we should tell Hailie?” he asked.

“I’m starting to show a little now.”

“It’s up to you, baby.”

“Four months along…  I guess we should.

“Yeah,” he agreed.

//

“Hailie, baby?” Marshall started.

“Yeah, Daddy?” she said and plopped down onto his lap.

“Contessa and I want to tell you something.”

“What?” she said, her eyes lighting up.

“Contessa’s having a baby,” Marshall blurted out.

“Really?” Hailie exclaimed and looked at Contessa for confirmation.

“Yes, it’s true.”

“Ooh!  How wonderful!  Is it a boy or a girl?”

“We don’t know yet,” Contessa said softly.

“I’ll be the best big sister ever!  Won’t I, Daddy?”

“Definitely,” he nodded and hugged both his girls.

//

“Everything seems to be going along just fine,” Dr. Brown said with a smile.  “We’re right on track, your vitals are great, and so are the baby’s.”

“Thank goodness,” she sighed.  “That’ll make Marshall happy.”

“I’m sure it will.  I want to see you in a week.  Meanwhile, pick up this prescription of prenatals.”

“I will.  Thank you,” she said softly.

//

The phone rang shrilly as she entered the house; she ran towards the nearest line and picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Hey, baby.  Did your appointment go okay?  I’m sorry I couldn’t be there…”

“Yes, it went fine.  The doctor says we’re doing just fine.  Don’t worry about it, Marsh.”

“I want to take you out tonight.  Get dressed up and all that.  Curtis will be coming over to baby-sit, so it’ll just be us two.”

“Just us?”

“Mhm,” he replied.  “Now, I gotta go.  Gotta finish this track so I can get home and we can start our evening.”

“Bye, Marsh!”

//

“Oh, god, what won’t make me look pregnant?” she groaned as she rummaged through the closet.

Finally, she found a suitable dress that would minimize her barely protruding stomach.  Hurriedly, she looked at the time, and ran into the shower.

//

“Oh, god!” she cried in disbelief as she ran a bar of soap across her palm.

Her eyes bulged as blood trailed down her leg and swirled down the shower drain.  “No!” she yelled.  “No!”

She crumpled; her knees weakened and her legs folded under her.  Contessa collapsed on the lukewarm tiling in a heap of wet, tangled tresses and the wax of the soap crumbling within her grip.

The water rained on her as she curled her legs up, pressed them tightly against her chest as she cried out in torment.  Tears poured out endlessly, slopping down her flushed cheeks and disappearing into the background of warm water from the showerhead.  She felt helpless as sobs wracked her body; she shook and trembled underneath the force of her anguish.

//

“Contessa?” Marshall yelled as he walked into the bedroom.  He heard the shower running, and moved into the bathroom.  “Contessa!” he screamed as he found her as she’d been for hours—shaking, naked and numb, in the corner of the stall.

He threw the shower door open and hauled her out and into his arms.  “Contessa?” he howled.

Her eyes were vacant, but he could tell that she had been crying—they were puffy, swollen, and bloodshot.

“All gone,” she mumbled.  “Everything.  Gone.”

“What?”

“Nothing,” she murmured incoherently.

“You’re ice,” he noticed with a start.  “Baby, come on, talk to me.”

She just sniffled and sagged against him.

Frightened, Marshall picked her up, carried her, and placed her on the top of their bed.

He popped out his cell phone, opened it, and dialed for help.  “911?  I think my girlfriend’s in shock.”

“What from?”

“I don’t know.  I just came home and found her crying in the shower.  She’s not…normal.”

“We’re sending someone out right now, sir.”

//

“Mr. Mathers?” Doctor Brown said as he came into the waiting room.

“What’s wrong with her?  Tell me, damn it!” he yelled loudly.

“I have some bad news,” he said slowly.

“What?” Marshall demanded.

“Your girlfriend had a miscarriage.”

“Oh, god!”

“From—from what I can deduce, it appears that she was taking a shower, and she must have noticed something was amiss…  I’m guessing that she saw blood, and she must have figured it out.”

“No…no,” Marshall cried, his eyes swelling up.  “No, you’re wrong.  Our baby’s fine!”

“Mr. Mathers, please!” the doctor commanded.  “You have to hold yourself together.  Contessa is not handling this situation as well as we would like.”

“How the fuck did you expect her to handle this situation?” he screamed as tears burned in his eyes.

“I understand that this is a traumatic experience, but we need her to respond.”

“What do you mean?”

“Her body’s shutdown.”

“What?” he breathed raggedly.

“She’s awake, and she’s breathing, but she hasn’t said anything to us.  We want to put her under suicide watch.”

“She wouldn’t—”

“It’s a precaution.  Her body has shutdown because she is trying to ignore reality.”

“I need to see her,” Marshall said, his voice rough with emotion.

“Yes, of course.”

Turning away, Marshall started down the hallway.  “Doc, was it a girl or a boy?”

Hesitantly, the doctor answered, “A boy.”

Chapter 30

Author: zines@aol.com

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