Monday, December 28, 2009

Chapter 206


Megan was soaking the day away reliving the wonderful time she had spend with her mom when Jaden’s frantic voice reached her.
“Mom! MMMMMMMMMMMMOOOOOM!”
“I’m in the bath Peanut. What’s wrong?”
“Its Dorothea, there is something wrong with her!” The fear in his voice had her jack knife out of the bath in a flash.
Dorothea had her up and downs the last few weeks, maybe it was just a scared child going overboard again.
Throwing her clothes on, she rushed after Jaden’s scurrying frame.
She found her hunched over on a chair. Her eyes wide with fear.
“This is worse than I’ve ever experienced. This is it Meg!”
“Can you make it to a car?”
“I..I think so.”
Jaden reappeared with two maids.
“Lets get Miss Hurley to the car.”
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“There is no way to keep this baby from being born. Miss Hurley is 3 cm dilated. We’ll keep her calm and administer a drug to try and slow it down, but I don’t think this will stop the labour.”
“The baby will be ok, right? He is 30 weeks.”
“The cortisone definitely helped for the baby’s lungs. He will be in NICU for a while but I’m confident he will be ok.”
Remembering Jon, she excused herself.
“Dorothea is in the hospital.”
“Damn! Another scare? Is she ok?”
She knew what this difficult pregnancy was doing to him. Trying to juggle his career and two pregnant woman wasn’t easy.
“It’s not a scare, not this time. This baby is coming.”
“Fuck! Ok I’m coming...”
Jon arrived an hour later, windblown and irritated. Knowing that the time had come for her to back off and give the parents some privacy, she followed him to excuse herself and go home. All this stress was taking its toll on her and her tired mind and body screamed for some down time.
At first Jon refused to let her go but seeing the desperate look in her tired face he gave in.
Her warm tears streamed down her face as she drove home. She knew Jon needed her to be there, but she wouldn’t be strong enough to see her husband and Dorothea welcome their baby into this world. Was she bluffing herself all these months? Thinking that she had accepted the fact that he slept with another woman and impregnated her?
It was Richie, dear old Richie, who welcomed her into his open arms. Stroking her shining tresses, not demanding an explanation, just giving her the support she needed at that moment.
“Mommy? Did something happen?”.
“Megan wiped at her tears but Richie’s tall frame sheltered her from her son’s questioning gaze.
“I think your mom is just a bit worried about Dorothea and the baby but we all know she and the baby will be ok.”
“Yeah I guess. Is the baby here yet?”
“No sweetie, but he is coming soon, maybe even tonight.”
Richie’s eyes widened as her words sunk in. Shit this was real! The baby is coming!
Richie stayed by her side throughout the evening , tucked Jaden in bed later that night and waited for any news from Jon.
“Rich?”
The soft use of his name had him awake in an instant.
“Is everything ok?”
“Yeah I guess so. She is resting  now  but it seems like this baby isn’t going to wait any longer.”
“Shit bro’ Im sorry man.”
“What can I say. One part is hoping for the baby to stay where he is and the other  wants it to be over. This is fucking killing us all. Dot, me, Meg...”
“Its working big time on Meg. She was in a bad way tonight but I kept her company. She is ok now.”
“All this shit is my fault.” Jon dragged  a hand through his hair. How did he get into this mess?
“Hey no need to break you head over this. It will be over sooner than you think.”
“What will be over Rich?! The pregnancy..yeah and then what? That woman and baby are my responsibility! My wife is suffering because of me not being able to keep my dick in my pants!”
“Are you sure you slept with her?” The question sounded eerie to Jon’s ears.
“I told you....”
“Yeah you did...” Richie let the words hung in the air.
“You wanna tell me something Rich?”
“Not yet bro...but soon. Listen I’m gonna head upstairs. I suggest you do the same. You never know what will happen during the night.”


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