"Yes, yes, a million times, yes!" Jennifer squealed when Dan had purposed three months eariler. Now, he couldn't even look her in the eye. What happened to them?
"I'm sorry." Dan mumbled finally after an eternity of unbareable, akward slience. Jennifer suddenly rose and slapped Dan in the face.
"The fuck Dan?" She screamed at him, tears welling in her own eyes as Dan's face reddened. "You couldn't have decided to become gay and cheat on me before you decided to get engaged to me?" She cried hestraically. "Why Phil? Why the office slut?" She moaned which got Dan to shoot up from his denfensive position.
"He is not, he is my co-host and I love him!" Dan cried then clamped his mouth shut with a too late hand.
"I thought you loved me." She whispered as she fell to the couch feeling faint.
"I do love you." Dan corrected her, trying to hug her but she pushed him away.
"You did at one point." She walked out of their lounge and slammed their bedroom door with a bang.
She looked at the bed in a dismisive hate and anger. Love is such bullshit. She thought in bitter disappointment as she grabbed a bag to pack the essencaillies in as Dan rapped on the door, begging her to come out so he could explain himself.
But the door remained shut, like so many after hearts and promises were broken.
TWO MONTHS LATER...
"That's the last of it." Dan noted adding the final box onto the moving van. Jennifer nodded and looked up at the now empty flat with a bitter satisfaction. Good, now neither of us will have to be haunted by the memories here. She thought as Dan looked it by her side.
"Dan?" She asked, starting a conversation she had been dreading.
"Yeah Jennifer, what is it?" He was much more attentive now than before, making sure he didn't hurt her further. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly fighting back tears. She didn't want to tell him; it would destroy him. "I..." She hadn't had a period in three months. "I..." The doctor had congratulated her, saying she would make a wonderful mother.
"It's okay Jennifer," Dan bent to met her eyes "You can tell me anything." She knew in that moment, she couldn't. She couldn't ruin his future with Phil as this baby would undoubtably ruin hers. She looked up into the chocolate brown eyes she had fallen in love with and lied.
"I'm moving back to America." She blurted but to Dan, it rang with crushing truth.
"What?" He asked, taking a step back, not ready for this news.
"I can't bare to stay in Britian any longer," She looked down with tears escaping her clenched face. "Everything I see reminds me of you." This wasn't a lie but she kept going. "I see you everywhere and I can't do this anymore! Don't bother trying to find me, cause you won't." She gasped in a shakey breathe as Dan's eyes moisten.
"Jennifer, please don't do this..." Dan began trying to touch her again but she slapped his hand away.
"I hate you, Daniel and I never want to see you again!" She spat, running to the driver's seat and burning rubber as she went; Dan had no idea that the opposite of her harsh words was true. She didn't hate him, she still loved him. She never wanted to see him again, she wanted to see he everyday for the rest of her life. But she wouldn't get her happily ever after. She would receive a Romeo and Juilet ending to a McBeth tale of woe.
But no one could have guessed this as the van ran away, Dan was left in front of the abandoned flat and Phil was far away, unaware of everything horrible going on at that moment.
NINE MONTHS LATER...
"Come on Jennifer, just one more push!" The doctor urged her as she fell back to the bed with beads of sweat pouring down her face and neck.
"I can't." She moaned, "Just cut it out of me! I want to go home." She lamented as a half-born baby was pushing out of her like a ship peirced by an undetinanted torpedo.
"Jennifer, I promise you if you just give me one more big push, you can relax." The doctor rubbed her bent knee in a soothing way to urge her to keep going. She looked at him in tired despreation.
"One more, then I'm done." She annouced as she sat up again.
"Good girl," The doctor patted her knee and got ready to catch the baby. "Ready? One, two, PUSH!" He yelled like a coach shooting off a gun at a race track.
"MmmmAAAAHHHHHHHH!" She wailed as she gave one more temenous, life giving push. A calm fell over the team in the hospitel room as there was a small squealish sound then...
"WAHH WAHH WAHHHH!" The little human cried out in the doctor's arms.
"It's a girl!" He informed the team who all appluaded the mother and the baby as both were cleaned up and allowed to rest.
"What will you name her?" A nurse asked later as Jennifer nursed her for the first time. She clenched her teeth at the weird sensation of her nipple being sucked and milk coming out in a ceaseless flow.
"I haven't desided yet." Jennifer noted as she detached her suckling baby from herself to burp her.
"Do you have any ideas?" The nurse kept porading for an answer but names were the last thing on Jennifer's mind.
"I'd like to be alone with my child right now." Jennifer said coldly, which got the nosey nurse to leave. Jennifer heard a tiny belch and placed her little human in front of her. The little girl was in a yellow onesie, not the pink one that the nurses had orginally wanted to put her in. Jennifer didn't believe in color sterotypes; blue for boys and pink for girls.
She looked into the tiny, fluttering blue eyes as they fought to stay awake. "You're so tiny!" Jennifer noted in disbelief. "Yout're never going to go up to be a Mommy; it's just not possible." Then the little girl yawned widely with her impossibly tiny mouth which got Jennifer to yawn. "I don't want to sleep until I have the right name picked out for you, my little girl." My little girl, Megan. Jennifer's thought process clicked into this link in quick, snapped procession. "Megan?" She questioned, seeing how it feel on her tongue. The little baby stirred and looked into her mother's eyes as if to say 'Yes?'
"My little Megan?" Jennifer called to the girl in her arms which earned her an approving coo. "You're my little Megan, yes you are, yes you are!" Jennifer giggled as Megan brust into a baby sized fit of laughter until they both yawned and Jennifer called the nurse back to put Megan into the baby container which was clear on all sides and opened on top with a itty bitty bed inside.
"Megan." Jennifer noted as she settled into the starilized sheets.
"What was that?" The nurse asked covering the girl in the fitted bed, the perfect size for a peanut.
"Her name is Megan." Jennifer yawned before rolling over, instantly snoring loudly. The nurse turned back to the baby and picked up the clipborad at the end of the clear box bed. It held the information Megan would need for the rest of her life. The time she was born, her weight, length, eye and hair color, everything.
"Well Megan," The nurse whispered adding the name to the list. "Happy Father's Day, and what a father's day present you are!" She smiled down at the tiny, sleeping form before she left, leaving mother and infant to rest at long last.
