Angel's Lullaby

Searching for Sanity in an Insane World

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"Bed rest, Trish. A good six weeks of it," Dr. O'Carol murmured. "You shouldn't have any more contractions, but I'm not taking a chance," Trish rolled her eyes, completely forgetting how frightened she had been earlier.

"Don't worry. It's not that bad," Randy murmured, squeezing her hand. She glared at him.

"You're not looking at six weeks, confined to a bed! That's torture to me. I like being active!" she moaned. Dr. O'Carol set her hand on Trish's shoulder.

"Now, when I say bed rest, I mean, stay off your feet. You can be checked out of the hospital. You need to be in a wheelchair, to prevent unnessacery pressure on your cervix. Millions of women have survived it." the doctor assured. Trish nodded, hiding the annoyed look on her face.

"Trisha, relax. This is going to pass." Randy said. Turning to her, he shook his head.

She was sound asleep.

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John ran into the room. Chris was right behind him. Both hadn't heard from Randy since the previous night. The hospital was refusing to give out information.

"Shh..." Randy beckoned for them to keep quiet. Trish was sound asleep, and snoring soundly. "She's going to be fine." His eyes fell on her baby bump. "So is the baby. Thank God,"

"You forgot to call us!" Chris muttered, staring at his wife. He couldn't believe how worried he had been about his wife's well being.

"Sorry. She wasn't reacting well to the idea of bed rest," Randy murmured, shaking his head. "She's been sleeping peacefully," He watched Chris let out an audible sigh of relief.

"Rand, why don't we leave them alone?" John murmured, sensing Chris wanted to be alone with his wife. Nodding, Randy stood up, following John.

"Thank God, you're here!' Randy said, hugging his husband. "I have never needed someone more," John sighed, slipping his arm around his husband's shoulder blades.

"That was the worst call of my life," John admitted. "Get home. Trish is having contractions. The baby might be premature. I never want a call like that again,"

They walked outside the hospital. It was an ideal late Winter morning. It was cold, but not freezing. It was green, without slush.

"I'm going to miss this," Randy murmured, sitting down. They were in a small coffee shop, across the street from the hospital.

"So am I. It's best for the baby. Do you really want her spending the crucial first years in New York City? I've only lived here with you, and I've picked up some strange habits that I definately don't want her picking up!" John exclaimed. "We can reevaluate in five years. I love Massachusetts, but I don't want to die there," Randy chuckled.

"Same here," Randy said. He yawned. "You'd think I've been up all night,"

"How dare you!" John chuckled, handing him a cup of strong black coffee. Randy took a gulp of coffee. "I can't imagine life without you."

"Neither can I. What would I ever do without you?" Randy murmured. Then, he began to cry. Surprised, John moved next to him. Putting his arms around his husband, he couldn't even begin to imagine what was wrong.

"What is it, Babe? Please, tell me!" John pleaded. Sifting through his wallet, Randy handed him a well-folded envelope. Opening it, John was stunned.

It read:

1/23/05

Randall,

I realize you wanted to tell us of the impending birth of your baby. While I must thank you for your consideration, I am forced to say I don't care. Your homosexuality will harm your child. The only way I will ever consider seeing your child is if you leave your 'husband'. What is there to say? Homosexuality is a sin. Children have no place around homosexuals.

Sincerely.

Bob Orton

"That Asshole! When did you write him? Why didn't you tell me?" John muttered. Randy sighed, wiping his eyes.

"Two weeks ago. I was afraid you'd tell me not to," Randy murmured. John shook his head. He hated seeing Randy hurt.

"I would have told you to protect your heart. That asshole is never going to change," John muttered. Randy turned his head.

"Don't call him an asshole," he spat. "He may be an asshole, but he's still my father,"

"Sorry. He just pisses me off. You never did anything to him. Besides, I can't bare to see you hurt," John murmured, kissing Randy's cheek. "Love you."

"Love you, too," Randy said, returning John's kiss. He felt much better. "Want to go visit Trish?"

"Why not?"

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Well? Hope you enjoyed this chapter of Angel's Lullaby. I apologize for the stereotype of NYC. Sorry. Enjoy! Review! Most of all...ENJOY!
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