Choosing My Happiness Novel – I curled up on the floor of the bathroom, praying that he’d be here soon. The pain was coming in waves, and the blood was scary. I was only 24 weeks pregnant. I heard the front door open and a strange voice call out. “Daisy?” My heart sank, I took a breath, “In here.” I yelled A young man in a leather vest came into sight. “Hi, I’m Jim… Prez um Blaze sent me over.” I closed my eyes.
He’d sent over a prospect instead of coming to check in his pregnant wife and baby. “Can you take me to hospital?” I breathed as the pressure eased. “I’m bleeding. The car is in the garage. Keys are near the door.” I tried to get up and wobbled. “Woah,” The prospect grabbed me and steadied me. “You don’t look too good.” I almost burst into tears at the concern in his voice. “I got you,” He moved my arm over his shoulder and picked me up in his arms. “Where are the keys? Let’s do team work.
You grab them and navigate us to the car, I’ll get us there and then drive.” I did burst into tears then. Tears of relief. I wasn’t alone dealing with this any more. “Deal.” I blubbered. We grabbed the keys and my phone, and he had me sitting in the car in no time. As he went around the car to the drivers door, I heard him call and check in, “Hey, yeah I’ve arrived and she’s pretty bad. We’re heading into the hospital.
Can you let Blaze know? Yep will do Prez, thanks. I’ll wait with her until he gets there.” I waited until the next contraction ended, squeezing his hand that he generously gave me when he noticed the pain. “Where is he?” I asked His face closed down as he tactfully answered, “Busy.” That was confirmation enough. 3 years together, 2 years of finding condoms in his pockets, new still in their packets but always different ones.
I sighed “His regular, or a once off.” I almost groaned the question. He glanced at me in shock.”I’ve had my suspicions… he’s not exactly discreet.” I muttered. “I can’t say” He admitted. Those words said it all, he was screwing around. I put my head back and concentrated on getting through the pain while we drove. I lay on the bed in a small room with a blue bed pad lying under me, and monitors hooked up around my belly. There were also a lot of concerned looks.
Prospect being one of them. He stood out of the way, walking out every now and then to make or take a phone call. The midwife ushered in a doctor, who looked very uncomfortable and serious. He gestured the Prospect forward to the other side of the bed. “I’m very sorry,” He started. My heart dropped as he cleared his throat and continued as gently as he could. “We can’t find a heartbeat. I’m afraid…” He dropped talking as I screamed.
Part of me felt sorry for Jim The Prospect. He’d been sent to cover for a brother, who never turned up… and now he was having to step up to deal with a mess that should never have been his. But most of me was thankful for his support, because he did step up in a huge way for me.
Because I was in active labour, they moved me to a birth suite to give birth to my dead baby. Jim never left my side. He rubbed my back as I sat on the birthing ball. He held my hand, whispered encouragement, and most importantly held me as I cried out my pain and sorrow.