Chapter Thirty-Five
Rebecca
I was walking to my room after Sam and Grace went to bed. I heard Cole and Isabel talking which stopped me immediately.
"Miscarriage, what do you mean?" Isabel shrieked. Was Isabel having a miscarriage?
"That's all Sam told me, but he also told me Grace had to give birth, but the baby was already dead. The good thing is it was a boy." Cole said. Grace wasn't going to have a baby, her and Sam must be hurt so. How was she going to get through it?
"A boy, dead, oh my, why do Grace and Sam have all the bad things happen to them?"
"I don't know, Isabel. I feel really bad. They can't try for another baby for six months."
"Six? How are they going to handle for six months?"
"I said try for a baby not, well I guess they can have fun right?" I didn't know what they were doing all I could do is hear them. I walked over to the door a little more and peeked through the door.
"Don't touch me, I'm about to pop, I don't want you popping it." Cole was putting his arms around her while they were sitting on the edge of the bed.
"You are not going to pop; you have three months, more or less."
"Please don't say more, I can't stand being pregnant any more than this."
"You look good though," I said opening the door.
"Well you like to snoop, and flirt with my fiancé."
"Isabel," Cole snapped, "Stop."
"What? She does flirt with you." Isabel said standing up.
"I beg to differ with you." I said.
"Ya Isabel she hates my guts." Cole said.
"I do not hate your guts; I'm just very upset with your life choices."
"This should be good, what did you do in your famous days, that upset her?" Isabel asked.
"Bye Cole." I said shutting their door and putting my pajamas on. Then I jumped into bed and read for a few minutes then I felt an urge to go outside. I felt sick I need air, when I went outside I started cramping, I fell to the ground. I was shifting.