AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello, folks! I'm so sore from surgery I had to stay home today. Man, this really sucks. I'm swollen in unpleasant places. Heh sorry.... Everything went all right though. My doctors said those tears were rolling down my face in my sleep.
This chapter is dedicated to my first idea influencer...is that really a word? Anyway, this chapter is dedicated to DBZ ADDICT. Thanks so much! If anyone else has an idea, you're more than welcome to e-mail me, just don't leave the idea in a review!
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Mom had made up a bed for me in the guest bedroom downstairs. Not only did I then have someone to walk to down the aisle with, but now I had my own bedroom with a king size bed. I almost couldn't sleep the first few nights.
It was now mid-March
It was nice to not have to live out of boxes anymore. I had closet space, floor space, and my own phone. I finished and went upstairs to help Mom with dinner.
"Hey honey! Like your new room?" She asked.
"I love it. It's so much nicer than sleeping on a couch." I stretched out my back and it cracked several times.
"Can I ask you a favor though?" She asked. "If you have room, can you keep a box of wedding stuff in your closet?"
"Sure. I have more than enough room. It's in the living room, right?"
"Yeah, but it's pretty bulky. Do you want any help?"
"Nah. I can get it. It's not very heavy." I said, running out to the living room.
It really was bulky, and a whole lot heavier than I had thought. I didn't want to cry to Mom for help though, I was sure I could get it.
I started down the stairs one step at a time. On the fifth or six though, I stepped on a drier sheet and I fell down face first...hard. My stomach hit the side of the box and the wind got knocked out of me. My body hit the wall at the bottom of the stairs. The crash must have attracted my Mom's attention, because she was at the top of the stairs in seconds screaming.
"Chi-Chi!" She screamed, and rushed down to me. "Are you okay? Oh god, I hate myself! Why didn't I carry it myself? Where does it hurt?"
I waited until I regained my ability to speak and I told her where I had hurt myself and where I landed. Her face grew paler and paler, as if she knew something grave that I didn't know.
She basically carried me back up the stairs and put me in the recliner. A pink fuzzy blanket came out of a closet and draped over me. My pillow from downstairs went behind my head and she encouraged me to relax and try no to go to sleep. She began to walk away, but I grabbed her wrist.
"You know something I don't." I said to her.
Her eyes were brimming with tears, and she kneeled next to me. "A fall like that almost always miscarries a baby."
A hand shot up to my mouth, and suddenly I had trouble breathing again. By my klutzy nature, had I just killed my child with Goku?
When Goku got home that day, I was crying because of how scared I was. I heard him enter through the garage and ask Mom where I was. He walked out to the living room and saw me sitting in the recliner.
"What's wrong?" He kneeled next to me and took my hand.
I burst into another fit of sobs. "I-I was w-walking down the s-stairs and," a huge sob. "I fell down!"
Goku looked confused. "Well, did you hurt yourself?"
"No!"
"Well, why are you crying like this?"
"Mom said t-that a fall like the one I t-took can kill a baby!" I threw my arms around his neck. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mom holding her necklace and crying silently.
I missed work for the next two days, and the third day was the day we did something about it. I haven't had morning sickness since the day before I fell. Mom dragged me into the doctor's office to see if the worst had happened. We sat in the waiting room, holding hands.
"Chi-Chi King?" A nurse holding a clipboard said from the doorway.
We got up and we walked into a dark room with a monitor. I could tell it was an ultrasound machine. The nurse told me to lie down and told me to get comfortable.
We waited in silence for about 5 minutes, which seems like an hour. When the doctor came in, we still didn't say anything and he put this nasty looking jelly on my stomach.
I heard my own heart inside my ears. A little throbbing noise came from the machine. Why is the doctor tempting me with my own heartbeat? He's such an asshole.
"You hear that? That's your baby's heartbeat." The doctor said. Confused, I looked over to Mom, whose hands were clasped over her mouth. She looked at me and nodded.
"My baby is alive?"
"Yeah. Look." He said pointing to the screen. A little thing that looked a lot like a blob was curled up swimming inside a jelly like liquid. It was kinda gross to think that was a baby, but it was my baby, which made it all better.
"We'll have to monitor you move carefully now that this has happened, but it looks healthy to me." The doctor said.
That night when we got home, Goku was waiting on the couch with dinner in front of him untouched. It looked cold too. His eyes snapped up to me. I went over to him and threw my arms around his neck.
"It's okay. The baby is alive and healthy." I whispered.
His grip around me intensified. His breathing was unsteady, but I knew he wouldn't allow himself to cry. "I love you Chi-Chi, but don't ever do this to me again."
I laughed. Mom poked her head into the room. "Apple pie?" She asked, smiling. I nodded.
So an hour later, our lives resumed back to their happy selves. It was really a relief, but I still had one thing on my mind as I ate my piece of pie.
"Goku?"
"Yes?"
"Would you be too uncomfortable if I invited Ryoka to the wedding?"
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know, I know, I know! This one is short again! My boyfriend (Yes, I have gotten a boyfriend! His name is Corey and he treats me like a princess.) asked me if I could incorporate anything into a story line and I said: "Yeah, just about anything." And he said: "Then incorporate pie." So I did just that. That's why it ended so weird. So I guess this chapter is dedicated to my boyfriend and DBZ ADDICT. More to DBZ ADDICT though.
Okay! I'll update later! Love!
Tenshi-Chan