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He kept to his word; he arrived within a few hours. I ate some breakfast and paced around the house. There was no way I could sleep.
I was seated on the couch when a key turned in the door. The pounding and pulsating began once again. Instinctively my back arched and I stood up. I don't know why.
Without breaking my gaze, he dropped his bags and closed the door. He took a few steps, but stopped. His eyebrows rose, silently asking if he was welcome to come closer. I sat back down, acknowledging his request. Our proximity surprised me. His aftershave and the grey beard; it was exactly what I remembered...
"Sara?"
Guess there wasn't going to be any light conversation.
I promised myself I wouldn't break down. "I don't even know where to begin."
The sorrow in his eyes mimicked Nick's, although he remained quiet.
I blew out a much-needed breath. "Why is this so hard?" I attempted a laugh that came out strained. "I-I was pregnant."
His eyes grew. "Pregnant?"
I nodded. "I found out a couple of months after we saw each other last."
Those growing eyes looked as if they'd burst from his head. He couldn't have forgotten...He thought it was someone else's? I didn't know how to take that.
He stuttered, "You were pregnant?" There was emphasis on the "were."
"I was going to tell you that day. The day I found out for sure at the doctor's. I didn't get the chance to." The tears were coming.
One, two, three. Out.
He cupped my hand with his.
"Everything was fine, but..." I choked back a sob. "After I ate and showered I was going to call you. It was the first time in awhile the food stayed down. It was a good sign!" My voice was rising with each sentence. I was practically yelling. Was I trying to convince myself that everything was truly fine? The yelling mellowed. "Then the pains came in the shower. The blood. There was so much blood. And the pain wouldn't stop. It just wouldn't stop." Déjà vu. My knees were against my chest. I rocked my body back and forth.
He placed his hands on my arms and hugged me to his chest. "I'm so, so sorry, honey."
"You!" I cried. "I was deva-devastated that I didn't get the chance to tell you! I-I—" My hands squeezed his shirt with such force. The breaths were becoming labored. His shirt was undoubtedly soaked. "Lost our baby, Gil. I'm sorry!"
Minutes passed as he let me cry in his arms. You ever get to the point where you're crying dry tears? I was beyond that. "I'm so tired. I'm so tired of feeling this way." He stopped rubbing my back as I pulled away. Our faces were mere inches apart. "I'm just so tired."
His mouth formed into a half smile. The warmth of his body sent shivers down my spine when his hand graced my cheek. "Sleep. We'll talk when you're rested."