Chapter 12
ONE DAY LATER
"Come on, Belly," Conrad squeezed my hand. "You've gotta eat."
"I'm not hungry." I looked around my hospital room.
Beep...beep...beep...beep...
"Belly the doctor said you can't go home until we get your strength up."
"Where's Grace?" I completely ignored him.
I don't want to eat. I don't want to be in the hospital. I just want to go home. I want my baby back. I want to be with my daughter.
I wished it was all just a bad dream.
I wished, for just a second, I never got pregnant the second time.
But I didn't actually wish that. I just wished my baby was still alive.
"She's with Ashley." Conrad sighed. "Please, Bells."
"I said no." I snapped at him and instantly regretted it. "Con..."
"I'm going for a walk." He ran his fingers through his dark brown hair. "I'll be back in a little bit."
"Conrad," I called, but he didn't turn around.
Why did this happen to us? Why did I have to be such a witch to Con?
I threw my pillow at the wall. I needed to throw something, but I knew I'd regret it if I threw something that could break.
"Knock, knock." Mom looked in.
"Mom," I instantly started crying.
"Oh, Belly girl." She sat on the edge of the bed. "I'm so sorry."
"Mom, I screwed up." I sobbed.
"What? Oh, baby girl. You didn't do anything wrong." She rubbed a smooth hand over my hair. "Your body just wasn't ready or prepared for another baby."
"But why did it happen to me? I want my baby back." I cried. "Don't get me wrong, I'm so incredibly happy with Grace. I didn't even want another baby for a while, but once I found out I was pregnant again...I wanted that baby. Things were so good, Mom. You should have seen Conrad's face last night when I told him about my first appointment..."
"How is Conrad holding up?"
"He's been so good with me, but God, Mom." I covered my face. "I've been so horrible to him all day."
"He's hurting, too, Isabel." She said in her mother voice. It was soft, but it told you that you were wrong.
"I just...I don't know, Mom."
"Talk to him."
"I don't know where he is." I looked down at my IV. "He finally got tired of me."
"I don't think so." His voice rang out.
"I'm going to give you two a minute." She got up and walked out.
"I'm sorry I was so horrible to you." I looked up at him. His brown eyes glimmered in the sunlight. He had day old stubble on his face.
He was still my Conrad. The man who made me want to kiss the smirks off his face.
"It's okay, Bells."
"Come here." I patted my bed.
Conrad sat down by me and pulled me into his arms. "I love you, Belly."
"I love you, too, Conrad."
We held each other and mourned the lost of our baby. We were both thankful when Jeremiah brought Grace to us.
Our beautiful baby girl that we made together.
