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Closer To The Edge-Chapter 11
I know God wouldn't give me anything I can't handle, I just wish he didn't trust me so much.
ELI
"Come on Kyle, you're going to have to get out of the car sometime," I watched as my son struggled with himself, glaring at the therapists building that I used to walk into everyday for four years.
I placed my hand on his shoulders, flashing him a comforting smile, "Come on Kyle, she won't hurt you. All she wants to do is help you. She managed to help me, and that says a lot. So please, just give this place a chance."
"You think I'm crazy, don't you?" Kyle looked at me, tears streaming down his cheeks as I sighed, "I don't think you're crazy Kyle, just misguided. Listen, the quicker you go in there, the quicker mom and I will be back to pick you up."
"Why can't I just go with you two to mom's doctor appointment? I want to know if she's really pregnant too," He sniffled, as I turned off my car, toying with the keys in the ignition, "I know that you want to go, but if she is pregnant, trust me, their will be plenty of more appointments you can go to. We'll be back in an hour Kyle, just an hour. Sixty minutes, that's it."
"There's no way I'm getting out of this, is there?" I scoffed, "No son, I don't think so."
He groaned, before pulling the door open, and slamming it. I shook my head, not believing how much he acts like me, but looks like Clare. Clare and I have been trying to have a baby for the past two months, and now that she had missed her period, she decided today would be the day we go to the doctor. I haven't really processed everything with Kyle yet, but Clare and I are trying our best.
"Love you," I called out the window as Kyle turned around, waving faintly, before walking inside the therapists office.
I roared up the engine, making my way back to the house.
Of course Clare had to be stubborn, and tell me to drop Kyle off, then come back to get her. She said she needed extra time to "get ready". Meanwhile I know she's just stalling because she hates needles and knows the doctor has to take her blood...
As I pulled up to my house, walking through the door, calling out Clare's name as I heard a gasping, heaving noise, "Clare? Clare! Come on Clare, it's almost eleven, we need to go or we're going to be late for the appointment."
Women, I will never understand why they always insist on being late.
I made my way up the steps quickly, and rushed into our bathroom, only to see Clare slouched over the toilet, hugging it like it was her best friend in the whole world, "Eli, I don't feel so good."
"Oh Clare," I whispered, as she hiccuped, then leaned over the open toilet, heaving all her breakfast up, her body shaking in response to her actions. I did the only two things I knew always worked when Clare threw up to calm her down, rub her back and hold her hair.
I did just that, while saying soothingly, "Sh, it'll be alright. Just breathe, relax."
"Eli I'm pregnant," She said, pulling back, to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand, "I took a couple of tests, and I'm definitely pregnant. I don't want to go to the doctor, please, I don't want to go."
She was like a little kid when it came to not wanting to go to the doctor.
"Clare, you have to go. Even if we have to bring the toilet with us," I smirked, kissing her forehead, but then pulled back immediately, "Clare, you're sweating, running a fever, and throwing up. We need to go to the doctor to get you medicine to regulate everything going on with your body. Come on sweetheart, let's go."
I wrapped my arms around Clare, lifting her from the floor, and bringing her into the car, all the while having her scream at me and tugging on my hair like a five year old...
After stopping six times on the highway for Clare to relieve herself, we finally made it to the doctor's in one piece.
"You okay?" I asked, looking over at Clare who was pouting, her face beat red and curls sticking to her forehead. I sighed, reaching for her hand, but she swatted it away as I groaned, "Pregnancy hormones already kicking in huh?"
"Clare Goldsworthy!" Her name was called and she glared at me, before getting up without me, and marching in through the door. The nurse looked at me, and I sighed in complete confusion, while apologizing for Clare's behavior, "I'm really sorry about her, I don't know what's wrong."
"The worst thing you can possibly tell a pregnant woman, is that she's acting irrational because of pregnancy hormones," The nurse informed me, as I got up, asking, "What room is the hurricane whirling into?"
"Room five, down the hall to the right. Oh and Mr. Goldsworthy," I turned to look at the nurse, who sighed, "Don't call her a whirling hurricane or we might actually have some destruction."
I chuckled, "I'll try."
When I reached room five, I heard heavy sobs coming from behind the door. I clenched my eyes shut, taking deep breaths before entering the room, only to see Clare, propped up on the table, "Y-you think I'm like a whirling hurricane?"
"You heard that?" I asked, as she sniffled, wiping her irritated cheeks, "I heard it all, okay Eli? If your mission was to drag me here and hurt my feelings then job well done you prick."
"Clare, I bought you here because we need to know if you're actually pregnant or not. You can't trust those things that come out of a cereal box," I smirked, trying to crack a joke but she only turned angrier, "For your information Eli, I walked one mile in the rain yesterday to get those pregnancy tests while my stomach was churning like a fucking washing machine! And what were you doing Eli? Mr. Fucking Goldsworthy was at work, sitting behind his awesome desk with his swoopy hair that matches his perfect smile! You're just a fucking dream boat Eli, really."
I glared at her, "We'll continue screaming at each other on the way home, but for now can you just keep it down for the doctor's sake?"
"Oh, you think you can control when we fight? No Eli, we're having this discussion right now, whether you like it or not!" She screamed at me, as if I was the one who was twisting words around and trying to attack the other.
"Clare, I think you just need to calm down. You're acting crazy," I defended, as she wailed, "I'm crazy? Me? Are you crazy? I'm just trying to be rational here and all you're doing is standing on the sidelines!"
"I'm not standing on the sidelines! You're being ridiculous!" Clare glared at me, angry tears on her face as she shot back, "If it weren't for you, with you stupid dick, and your stupid good looks I wouldn't be in this situation right now!"
"You wanted a baby Clare, you! Not me!" I screeched, as whimpered, "Y-you don't want this baby, do you?"
"Clare, I didn't mean it like that-," She cut me off, "Yes you did Eli, you meant it and that hurts."
I tried to comfort her, but she only pushed me away, as the doctor walked in, a grin on his face as he spoke, "Hi Mr. and Mrs. Goldsworthy, so I've read from the charts that there's a possible second baby on the way?"
"Yes," I cleared my throat, "Yes Dr. Chris, she's been peeing every chance she gets, snacking a lot, and we've been intimate everyday for the past month. Oh, and how could I forget, she's a pro at twisting my words today and has been fighting with me ever since eleven this morning over idiotic things."
"It's only been an hour," Dr. Chris laughed, as I glared at him, "Dude, you have no idea how long this hour has been."
"Hey! Stop talking about me when I'm right here! You've been doing nothing but hurting my feelings for the past hour," Clare hissed at me, as I stared at the doctor, who suggested, "Why don't we just all sit here for a minute, take a deep breath, and calm down? Come on, let's try it together. Clare, you close your eyes, and take a deep, steady breath."
I watched as Clare closed her eyes, her face relaxing as she breathed out, "Good good, now Eli, it's your turn."
"Aye, I'm calm as a cucumber," I defended, as the doctor turned to look at me, then Clare, "If Clare did it, now it's your turn. It's only right that both of you do it, because you're both making each other tense."
"Do it Eli," She ordered, giving me the stink eyes as I closed my eyes tightly, breathing in and letting out oxygen, "Now that I've learned how to breathe, can we please get this blood test done?"
"Yes," Dr. Chris opened drawers, and I watched Clare's blue eyes turn from anger, to fright in less than seconds, "Eli I need your hand. Eli, give me your hand."
My eyebrows wiggled as I scoffed, "Oh, now you need me?"
"Can you put your big ego aside for one second and hold my hand? Please?" Tears were forming in her blue eyes, and I couldn't help but see the calm, non-hormonal Clare through that look. I grasped her hand in mine, interlocking our fingers as the doctor said, "Make a fist Clare."
She gripped my hand tightly, and I smiled, watching the amount of blood fill the tube, "See Clare, it's almost over."
Clare wrapped her other arm around my neck, pulling me close as she whispered over and over again, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Eli, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry."
I smiled, pecking her lips as the doctor pulled out the needle, Clare wincing against my lips from the pinch. I smiled, pecking her forehead, feeling as if the fever must've went down a bit.
"I'll be back with the results in five minutes. In the mean time, can you two please refrain from killing each other?" I scoffed, looking at Clare who was pouting, tracing the outline of her band-aid, "It hurt," she mumbled.
"Let me see," I whispered calmly, as I lifted her arm gently, pecking her band-aid, "Feel better?"
Clare slapped me on the cheek lightly, as I gasped at her, but then she giggled, happy tears falling from her eyes, "Now I'm happy!" I smirked at her odd behavior, but smiled in relief nonetheless because she wasn't angry anymore.
"Sit on the table with me," Clare said, as I shook my head,"I don't think I should do-."
She cut me off, ordering, "Sit on the table Eli."
I sat on the table with her, as she held my hand, gripping it tightly and releasing it ever so often. These ten minutes were always the longest part of finding out if you're pregnant. Not the ten minute car ride, or waiting in the waiting room, just these ten, torturous minutes...
DREW
Hey Drew,
I'm at the doctor's with Clare, and I'm running late. Can you pick Kyle up at the therapists office?
Thanks,
Eli
P.S. If you bring him back semi-happy I'll order a pizza...Oh, and bring Bianca over too if you want, we have news to share.
"Bianca! I have to go pick up the brat from the therapist," I called out to my wife, who was licking up the last ounce of cake batter in the bowl. I grinned, as she didn't even hear me because she was so content with the taste of her favorite craving.
"Honey," I snaked my arm around my pregnant wife's waist, kissing her temple, "Oh hey Drew! I didn't see you there."
"Yeah, I'm starting to believe you're married to this cake batter and you're divorcing me," I joked, as she kissed me, not caring that the batter had smeared across my lips as well, "I wouldn't divorce you silly, I love you too much. But, between you and I, the cake batter will always be between us."
"And our seven month old baby boy of course," I bent down in front of Bianca, placing a kiss on her belly before standing up to kiss her neck, and then her cheek. I sighed, then whispered, "I have to pick up Kyle from his therapist appointment, Eli and Clare invited us over for pizza after."
"Drew, I don't think it's safe for us to be around...you know who," Bianca whispered, referring to her and the baby, "Bee, he's just really...weird and psychotic. He would never try anything on you with me around."
"How are you so sure?" She asked, licking her fingers as I smiled, "You know what, you can stay here if you want. I'll be back soon, with pizza from Eli's. I'll just drop the dope off, then grab a couple of slices to bring back here."
"Oh, can we watch the rest of the Blue's Clues we recorded?" Bianca eagerly asked, as I nodded, "I don't know why you insist on watching that crap, Drew Jr. will be watching it when he comes out. It's not like he can see and hear the episode."
"Yes he can Drew! The book says they can hear you," I shook my head, pressing a quick kiss on her lips, "You know what, finish up the episodes without me, and then I'll be back in time to watch a gore movie with you."
When I saw tears in her eyes, I immediately knew I upset her, and apologized, "Baby, come on, you know I love watching the episodes with you...I just, thought that you'd want to get a head start! I hate holding you back."
"O-okay, I guess I can start watching them," I wiped the tears from her face, "I love you Bee, I'll be back soon. Don't do anything interesting without me!"
"Love you too."
"So, how was the appointment?" I asked Kyle, as he slid into the passenger seat of my car, while mumbling lowly, "It was fine."
"Did they say anything about you?" I slowly pressed my foot on the accelerator, while looking over at Kyle, who quickly changed the subject, "Dad said he was supposed to pick me up. He said Bianca was supposed to come over, why isn't she coming over?"
"She doesn't feel good," I mumbled, looking in the rear view mirror as I merged into the right lane on the parkway in the direction of Clare's house, "That's not true, you're lying Drew...I don't like liars."
"I'm not lying, she's sick," I hissed at the little twat, then he smiled, "It's okay if you want to lie to me to protect her, and your beautiful soon to be baby boy on the way."
My foot slammed down on the breaks, shock over taking me as I realized, that I had kept Bianca and her pregnancy a secret from Kyle because I didn't want him to hurt them. But what was even more shocking, was I am one hundred percent positive that Eli and Clare never mentioned Bianca's pregnancy to Kyle.
So, how did he know?
"Kyle...how do you know Bianca's pregnant?" I asked, my voice shaky as the people behind me beeped me, cursing every which way because I was on the highway, but this was far more important.
"I know lots of things Drew, things that no one else knows about you," He whispered, his voice sinister, as I scoffed, "Try me slick."
He smiled, "Well, for one thing, Drew, I know for a fact, that both you, and my mother, will not make it past April 20th, 2012."
A lump formed in my throat, knowing that date like I know my own name...
It's Bianca's due date and Clare's birthday.
END OF CHAPTER 11
DUN DUN DUN!
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