Title: Guarding the Moon
She never told anyone about the dreams. The dreams that make
her feel vunerable.
The dreams that make her feel feminine, needed.
Abby wakes up, stomach churning. She hates the dreams, because the
voices tell her the honest truth, which just make her stomach hurt
worse.
Stop wishing. Stop hoping. You had your chance for a baby, but you
got rid of it. Pulled it out of you, and pretended nothing had changed.
No such thing as a second chance.
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Luka starts the day before it's even light outside. He sits on his couch,
facing his window, with his drawn curtains.
Sometimes he starts the day listening to the news. Easier to start the day
without hope, than to hope too much.
It sounds like a kitten. Or a new baby at his step.
Scratching his head, his face frozen with confusion, Luka stopped at the
door.
"mew..mew" the purrs got louder, more frantic. Cries hit his nerves, made
Luka shudder with a sudden wave of fear.
Throwing open his door, he tripped over the car seat, lanky limps falling
into the hard cement cushioned carpet. And fell face to face with a newborn.
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"Ab..Abby?"
"Luka?" the earlier you called Abby, the deeper, huskier her voice sounded.
He bounced the infant in the crook of his arm, the small pink lips curling
into a screech. A siren's scream.
"Is that a baby?" her lips couldn't even embrace the word. She tripped over
her own feet, the furniture, before falling into her couch."What's going on,
Luka?"
"I..I don't know" tears ran uncontrollably down his cheeks, memories of seeing
his ghost children for the first time haunting him all over again."She was just
there. I tripped over the car seat on my step.."
"Luka?"
"I..I need you to come over."
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They let her deal with the ob cases down in the ER. She had the careful
hands, it was Abby who had the patience to wait during labor.
She'd worry about the dad's shaking hands when she handed him the newborn.
Or the panic in the mom's eyes.
That night she'd have the dreams again, tossing and turning in sweat covered
sheets, waiting, hoping to wake up, a bundle of warm silk, with endless smiles
and a soothing heart beat beside her.
And Abby would wake up alone, or shivering, his pale, white body pressed against
hers, suckling for something she didn't have. And couldn't bring herself
to possess.
****************************
She never told anyone about the dreams. The dreams that make
her feel vunerable.
The dreams that make her feel feminine, needed.
Abby wakes up, stomach churning. She hates the dreams, because the
voices tell her the honest truth, which just make her stomach hurt
worse.
Stop wishing. Stop hoping. You had your chance for a baby, but you
got rid of it. Pulled it out of you, and pretended nothing had changed.
No such thing as a second chance.
**********************
Luka starts the day before it's even light outside. He sits on his couch,
facing his window, with his drawn curtains.
Sometimes he starts the day listening to the news. Easier to start the day
without hope, than to hope too much.
It sounds like a kitten. Or a new baby at his step.
Scratching his head, his face frozen with confusion, Luka stopped at the
door.
"mew..mew" the purrs got louder, more frantic. Cries hit his nerves, made
Luka shudder with a sudden wave of fear.
Throwing open his door, he tripped over the car seat, lanky limps falling
into the hard cement cushioned carpet. And fell face to face with a newborn.
***********************
"Ab..Abby?"
"Luka?" the earlier you called Abby, the deeper, huskier her voice sounded.
He bounced the infant in the crook of his arm, the small pink lips curling
into a screech. A siren's scream.
"Is that a baby?" her lips couldn't even embrace the word. She tripped over
her own feet, the furniture, before falling into her couch."What's going on,
Luka?"
"I..I don't know" tears ran uncontrollably down his cheeks, memories of seeing
his ghost children for the first time haunting him all over again."She was just
there. I tripped over the car seat on my step.."
"Luka?"
"I..I need you to come over."
************************
They let her deal with the ob cases down in the ER. She had the careful
hands, it was Abby who had the patience to wait during labor.
She'd worry about the dad's shaking hands when she handed him the newborn.
Or the panic in the mom's eyes.
That night she'd have the dreams again, tossing and turning in sweat covered
sheets, waiting, hoping to wake up, a bundle of warm silk, with endless smiles
and a soothing heart beat beside her.
And Abby would wake up alone, or shivering, his pale, white body pressed against
hers, suckling for something she didn't have. And couldn't bring herself
to possess.
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