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Ashley's left me

The sentence Matt Dunn had told me kept on playing over and over in my mind for the next few minutes. I still sat on the couch in the office, I hadn't moved one bit. Mike was right in front of me, but when I hung up and looked up he seemed to have sensed he should wait and had started working on the computer.

"What do I do now?"

"Do you want to tell me what's going on? Did you reach the right person? Are you having second thoughts? Is there something else that have gone wrong?"

"You could say that again. I did reach Matthew Dunn. But he said there was one thing I'd have to know at first. And then he told me that Ashley's left him and then I just hung up."

Mike looked as surprised as I felt, but quickly pulled himself together, stood up and came to sit down next to me and rubbed my shoulder. For a moment he was thinking, and I could tell he was trying to think of an answer that was correct more than one I would want to hear- whatever it was that I wanted to hear.

"You can still consider him as a potential adoptive father of your baby. But he and Ashley did apply for the foster system as a couple so if you want him to end up adopting him then some more paper work will have to be done. And that will gave to get started quite soon."

"But… I couldn't trust that Ashley so how am I supposed to trust that Matt?" I was on the verge of starting to cry. What am I supposed to do then? I mean- do you give me a folder with pictures and descriptions of potential foster parents for my baby and choose one of them? Because that sounds a bit too… A bit too… I can't think of the right words."

Mike always seemed to have a way with exactly what he should do or say. Now he said nothing at all, only reached out his hand and took mine. As always his hands felt warm towards my cold and his calm in itself had me calmer so to the point I could at least find the right words to say.

"Through all of this pregnancy things have gone wrong. I ran away, it turned out right somehow. You found out I was pregnant and could help me with it. I also met Dr. Tricia, she seems great and so does her brother- but that Ashley gave me a weird feeling and now I guess where that came from. Then I didn't want you to find out where I was from but of course, you did. And I was sent back even though I didn't want to. And then I came back here- things have kept on going wrong for one person or another but it has always turned around and been made right. And here we are, and here's Matt Dunn and his sister and I really thought he was alright. But…"

I let go of Mike's hand and hit my hands out to my sides in a move to show how hopeless I felt and then leaned back on the couch with a sigh.

"I have looked up some more people that are willing to foster. As you know, this place is crowded and we need to move some kids unless we want to find a bigger house. Anyway, they can wish if there's some certain age or gender or anything else they're wishing for. A lot of people wish for adopting babies. And if you don't like them I'm sure your social worker could help us more. You're not alone in this Kenny."

I sighed and stood up.

"I'll go lay down for a bit… I'm tired… maybe I'll be able to think without you around to suggest one thing after the other before I have been able to think at all… sorry. I didn't mean to be so rude. I know you're only trying to help. But I just need to… I just need to think for myself for a moment."

I did know I was tired, but it was at first when I laid down like I said I would when I laid down. My head was pounding with everything going on for the moment and I barely knew what was up or down. I hadn't expected or planned to fall asleep, but I did.

It felt as five seconds, but it must have been hours because when I woke up again it was dark outside and Minnie was getting ready to go to bed.

And right away I could feel there was something wrong.

"Goodnight now Kenny." Minnie told me with a slight smile. "But you already slept. Maybe now you won't be able to sleep for the night." She folded her glasses and put it in the case she had been given for her birthday, then laid down, hugged Lamby and turned her back against me when she planned to call it a night and go to sleep.

Meanwhile I slowly and stiffly sat up with a palm towards my belly.

Something was wrong, and I hadn't been able to feel little Boo moving. He was always moving when I woke up or had been still for too long.

I could feel my heart starting to beat with fear. And that while I stood up and slowly walked down the stairs, feeling closely both with the hand on my stomach and inside of me so I'd be able to feel Boo moving if he moved in the tiniest little bit.

He didn't.

"Hey Kenny…" Mike was smirking coming out from the office. "…I saw you were sleeping but I didn't want to wake you up. The rest of the kids have just had din… What's wrong?" He laid his hand on my shoulder. "Kenny breathe, then tell me what's going on?"

"Something's wrong." I rubbed my belly up and down again hoping I would be able to feel my little guy moving. "I can feel it. Something's wrong and I can't feel him moving."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa…" Mike hesitated and felt my forehead. "Are you sick? Does it hurt? Come on…" Carmen and Tee had come up into the hallway hearing me and Mike backed into the office and closed the door after us. "Here, take a deep breath Kenny…" I tried but only ended up hyperventilating more and worse. "Come on kid. Breathe in…" I held my breath for a second and then did my best to do as he told me. "Now, can you slowly tell me what's going on?" I could feel warm, salt tears running down my cheeks. "Does it hurt anywhere?"

"No." I shook my head. "I just feel there's something wrong… a mother's intuition you know… There is something wrong with the baby and I just know it."

"Do you think we should go to the hospital or is it okay to stay here."

"I don't know," my voice was once again breaking and my breaths speeding up. "Well after everything that's been made right something has to happen…" I said and tried to ignore that I was panicking more and more by the second. "…Something that can't be made right. It's just a fee…"

I was interrupted in the middle of a word when I was suddenly hit by a wave of nausea. So strong I knew there was no going back. For a moment I hesitated, then ran over to a trash can and started throwing up into it.

The sound of a couple of voices making disgusted noises in the hallway seemed far away, so seemed Mike when he came over and started rubbing my back. I would have wanted to say anything at all… but as I couldn't stop gagging it wasn't exactly possible.

It must have been at least a couple of minutes before it finally stopped, and with a sour taste of bile in my mouth and my stomach cramping I turned again, back to Mike who had come up behind me to rub my back and hold my hair back.

"Something's wrong."

Mike's look changed, at least it was possible he did believe me this time.

"I'll go get my car keys."

I hid my face in my hands, Mike rubbed the back of my shoulder and then disappeared. I heard him talk and tell Carmen, Tee and Trenton what was going on and now- as the oldest in this place they were in charge. Then I heard more moving and more children were crowding outside the office.

"Come on then…" Mike laid a stern but soft grip around my shoulders. "Let's go. Have you got everything you need?" I hadn't even noticed it before, but I suddenly noticed my phone in my pocket and had an idea.

"Maybe I should call Trish… Dr. Tricia. I don't know if she's working today but then maybe we can go straight to her and not have to wait. It's just something wrong and I know it. I don't think I can stand waiting." Mike didn't answer, but I pulled up my phone and searched up Dr. Tricia's number in my contacts. Then hoped she still wanted anything to do with me after what had happened with her brother.

One signal after the other went by and I felt myself being on the verge of tears and breaking down. Then at last, just as I was on my way to hung up it clicked and I heard a voice on the other end of the line.

"Patricia Dunn?"

"Dr. Tricia? It's Kenny LaRusso…" I didn't give her a chance to start talking before I continued, my voice breaking more and more. "I don't know what it is, but something's wrong. I and Mike are on our way to the hospital, I can just feel there's something wrong and I can't feel him moving and I feel really sick and… we're kind of on our way to the hospital. And I…"

"KENNY." At last Dr. Tricia must have shouted at the top of her lungs. "Take a deep breath and try to calm down. You are not the first pregnant woman who have had this feeling and that I promise you. I'm by the hospital, come straight to the midwife's ward and I'll meet you there. Okay? Can you remember that?"

The thoughts were spinning in my mind so wildly I wouldn't be so sure…

"I heard that too." I heard Mike say next to me. "Got it. We'll meet you in five."

I couldn't remember hanging up. But I must have, because two seconds later I sat with the now turned off phone in my hand and tried to figure where we were and how far it was left to the hospital.

"Something's wrong."

It was barely more than a whisper but in the corner of my eye I could see Mike reacting. Even though he didn't respond and kept his concentration on hitting the gas pedal and getting us as fast as possible to the hospital.

"Please…" It was still barely more than a whisper when I rubbed my belly and looked down on it. "…Can't you at least move? Kick a little or turn around? Do anything so at least I'll know that you're still there?"

One move, even if ever so little was everything I would need. But it wasn't there.

I really did feel like something was wrong.

And after everything it scared the hell out of me.

Random fact

I really don't know what to put here this time… hmmmmm. Well, maybe that what you call a mother's intuition is something that fascinates me. It really does. One example is my mum kept on saying there was something wrong with me but nobody believed in her but still she knew ("wrong" I have Asperger's and ADHD so not wrong at all.) something was up. And my dad has later told me that nowadays he knows that you should trust a mother when she thinks that something's up… I wonder why that is… Humans are a fascinating kind aren't they?