I sat on edge of the bathtub. I looked at the pregnancy test.
Negative.
I wished I was blind so I didn't have to look at the truth. This is the second time we tried to have a baby and couldn't.
I saw Dave walk into the bathroom.
"Mommy, why is Dean breaking things? Does he feel good?"
I motioned for him to come to me.
"Dean is just upset is all," I said.
"Why?"
"Mommy was in an accident and lost the baby," I told him reluctantly.
"So, I won't have a little brother or sister?" Dave said.
"You will soon, baby, you will," I said, hugging my child.
Luckily, when he got hit by the car he was only knocked out. I thanked God that my child was back home safe.
"Go back to your room for a while. I have to talk to Dean," I told Dave.
I found Dean in the living room, pacing back and forth. I saw a bottle of liquor in his hand.
"Dean, give me the bottle!" I said walking up to him.
He pushed me away.
"Get away from me, Desiree," Dean said.
"Dean, please, stop. I know that you want another baby, but I don't know what to do," I said.
We heard a knock at the door.
"I need to go," Dean said. As soon as he passed by me, I yanked the bottle out of his hand.
"WHAT THE FUCK DESIREE!?"
"YOU NEED TO STOP THIS SHIT NOW DEAN!"
"Mommy, Dean, please don't fight," Dave said.
Dean turned around.
"Hey, little man, sorry, didn't mean to upset you," Dean said.
"You're leaving?"
"Yeah, but only until March," Dean said. "I'll be back soon."
"Okay," Dave said, with tears in his eyes.
"I'll always keep in touch," Dean said. "Don't cry." He hugged Dave. He didn't want to leave him. Or me.
I almost forgot that there was someone at the door and went to answer it.
It was Roman.
"Hey, Roman," I said.
"Hey. Is Dean ready? Is everything okay?" he asked.
"Yeah. Come in," I said.
"Take care of Mommy, okay?" Dean said, comforting Dave.
"I will," Dave said.
Roman pulled something out of his pocket and gave it to Dave.
"I got you a Twix," Roman said, giving it to Dave.
"Thank you!" Dave said.
Roman gave Dave a hug.
"Be good alright?"
"I will."
"Can I have a moment with Desiree, Roman?" Dean asked, looking at me.
"Alright. Hey Dave, want to help me pack the bags?" Roman offered.
"Sure!"
Once Roman got Dave out of the house, Dean spoke up.
"Desiree, I'm sorry. I'm so, so, so, so sorry."
I hugged Dean.
"Look, I know you're stronger than this. You just have to hang in there, Dean. We will have another baby soon. I know we will," I said. "Trust me."
I watched as Roman and Dean drove off. I was about to head back to sleep when the doorbell rang.
"Damn," I said.
I went to answer the door. It was Biggy.
"Hey, Desiree," Biggy said, coming in.
"Hi," I said, half-heartedly.
"What's up with you?" Biggy asked.
"Oh, I don't know, maybe because you fucked up my relationship with Dean, and on top of that I lost my baby," I spat at him.
"I'm sorry for your lost, Desiree," Biggy said.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. At least your satisfied that me and Dean can't even see each other eye to eye. You know what? I'm through with you. Get out of my damn house. You're not welcome here anymore."
"How can you say all those things to me?"
"I can say what I want to say to you because instead of being happy for me, you've been a complete and utter asshole. I'm done with you," I continued.
"Desiree-"
"Out of my house, you son of a bitch."