Hey. I am new to this site and this is my first attempt at a story. This just came to my head whilst I was attempting to revise for a History exam. Please review :) Hope you enjoy!
Amy sat in the kitchen, her head in her hands. "Not now", she thought, "I can't do this now". She looked out of the window, rain bouncing off of the panes. One silent tear slid down her cheek, a mascara track down her face. "Another baby, now?" she said out loud to…who? God? Herself? She didn't know, but to hear it out loud confirmed it for her. She was going to have her fifth child; she was starting all over again.
She stood up, sighing as she did so. The kids would be home from school soon, hungry, loud, questioning. She couldn't tell them yet. Yes, they'd be excited for her on the outside, but she was sure than on the inside, they'd be sad, perhaps even resentful. She knew this, because that's how she felt.
She had to tell Bob first. She had to think it through, talk to Bob, try and understand what was happening. Because she didn't. She couldn't. There wasn't a worse time for this to happen.
She got in the car and just started driving. She knew where she was going; she'd be there every day for the last week. "One week already" she thought, and with that came fresh tears, gut-wrenching sobs, bile rising in her throat. She pulled over, threw open the door, ran into the storm and knelt on the grass, retching. Once she had finished she stood up, took deep breathes and got back into the car. Sipping water, she continued towards the destination.
All too soon, a familiar sign came into view. She found a parking space, glad to get one so close because there was no sign of the rain letting up, got out of the car and headed towards Bob. "This is it" she said out loud, earning her a glance off of a passer-by. Finally, she reached him. For one moment she froze, but finally she sat on the grass, not caring about wetting her jeans. Silently wishing she had brought flowers, or at least something, she started to talk. She spoke about love, she spoke about their children, she spoke about him, and finally she said "We're having another baby Bob, we're having number five". At that moment, the sun burst through a cloud, the rain turned into a drizzle. And then Amy knew. She could do this; she had to do this, for them.
She kissed his gravestone, stood, and walked back towards her new life, finally allowing herself to feel a spark of excitement. He would always be with her.