her legs with practiced ease.
This felt nothing like it normally did.
I was surprised to see that there wasn’t nearly as much blood as I’d once feared.
The nurse, Aubrey, as her nametag read, held up a gown to cover her legs even before I thought to ask her to.
I smiled at her gratefully, then turned so I could watch Mercy’s face to ascertain how she was doing. Which if the pale, blank look was anything to go by, wasn’t very good.
“Mercy Me,” I said softly.
She turned her face towards mine, and I leaned down to give her a small kiss.
“Tell me what you’re thinkin’.” I demanded softly.
She closed her eyes for a minute, and when she opened them again I saw her inner fire.
“I’m gonna take that bitch’s house and kick her the fuck out. Then I’m gonna donate the place to the homeless shelter,” she growled.
I blinked. Then I threw my head back and laughed.
“That’s my girl,” I said through the tears of laughter. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
***
Mercy
“I don’t want to be on bed rest,” I grumbled.
Miller looked over at me with pity. “It’s only for the night .”
I sneered at him.
“That’s easy for you to say. You get to go to work. And you get to go take a shower. I still have blood all over me,” I replied. “My head doesn’t even hurt!”
“I’ll wait to take a shower with you,” he teased.
I wrinkled my nose. “Then I’d just be subjected to smelling your sweat on the sheets. No thank you.”
He winked, then looked down at his phone on the bed between us when it started to vibrate.
Mummy Calling.
“Mummy?” I asked teasingly.
He winked and pressed answer, then put it on speaker phone.
“Mummy, how’s it shakin’?” Miller asked loudly.
I shook my head and laid down on the pillow, watching Miller’s face as he spoke.
“Miller Genuine, I got a call today from your brother telling me I’m going to be a grandmother again, and not by him. Does Foster have some floozy knocked up again?” His mother started in without preamble.
Miller’s eyes scrunched closed, and a scar appeared that wasn’t normally visible right under his eye; it stretched across his cheek bone.
I reached my hand out and traced the scar, causing him to open his eye as he replied to his mother.
“Mom, Foster was never the father of that girl’s kid. He…”
His mother didn’t wait for him to finish.
“I’m not hearing this again. That kid is his. She said so. It looks just like him. I have a grandkid running around this town and I know it. Foster’s just too stupid and stubborn to admit it. I also don’t hear you denying that he knocked another floozy up,” she snapped.
“Mother, Foster doesn’t have some girl knocked up. I do,” Miller said loudly.
Silence.
I took my finger away from the scar and stared at the phone like it was a live bomb about to go off.
Then a surprised, excited squeal sounded from the phone, making us both laugh.
“Micah! My baby’s having a baby!” His mother screeched.
I closed my eyes and smiled.
Thankful that I was still pregnant and witnessing this conversation under much different circumstances than I would’ve been if I’d miscarried like I’d thought was happening earlier.
Turns out that the source of the bleeding hadn’t had anything at all to do with the baby, and everything to do with the fact that I’d managed to fall on a shard of glass . I was to follow up with my OB/GYN two days from now to have a more thorough exam, but from what they could tell, I was fine.
I was on bed rest for a day because of the concussion I’d sustained when I’d hit my head.
Whatever the reason, the baby was still snugly in my womb, and I was happy.
I knew that this baby was Miller’s. From the bottom of my heart I knew it. So I chose to rejoice in the pregnancy, because any baby was a blessing from God.
I just hoped my parents reacted the same way that Miller’s mother was still reacting.
“Jesus, woman. We’re in
This felt nothing like it normally did.
I was surprised to see that there wasn’t nearly as much blood as I’d once feared.
The nurse, Aubrey, as her nametag read, held up a gown to cover her legs even before I thought to ask her to.
I smiled at her gratefully, then turned so I could watch Mercy’s face to ascertain how she was doing. Which if the pale, blank look was anything to go by, wasn’t very good.
“Mercy Me,” I said softly.
She turned her face towards mine, and I leaned down to give her a small kiss.
“Tell me what you’re thinkin’.” I demanded softly.
She closed her eyes for a minute, and when she opened them again I saw her inner fire.
“I’m gonna take that bitch’s house and kick her the fuck out. Then I’m gonna donate the place to the homeless shelter,” she growled.
I blinked. Then I threw my head back and laughed.
“That’s my girl,” I said through the tears of laughter. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
***
Mercy
“I don’t want to be on bed rest,” I grumbled.
Miller looked over at me with pity. “It’s only for the night .”
I sneered at him.
“That’s easy for you to say. You get to go to work. And you get to go take a shower. I still have blood all over me,” I replied. “My head doesn’t even hurt!”
“I’ll wait to take a shower with you,” he teased.
I wrinkled my nose. “Then I’d just be subjected to smelling your sweat on the sheets. No thank you.”
He winked, then looked down at his phone on the bed between us when it started to vibrate.
Mummy Calling.
“Mummy?” I asked teasingly.
He winked and pressed answer, then put it on speaker phone.
“Mummy, how’s it shakin’?” Miller asked loudly.
I shook my head and laid down on the pillow, watching Miller’s face as he spoke.
“Miller Genuine, I got a call today from your brother telling me I’m going to be a grandmother again, and not by him. Does Foster have some floozy knocked up again?” His mother started in without preamble.
Miller’s eyes scrunched closed, and a scar appeared that wasn’t normally visible right under his eye; it stretched across his cheek bone.
I reached my hand out and traced the scar, causing him to open his eye as he replied to his mother.
“Mom, Foster was never the father of that girl’s kid. He…”
His mother didn’t wait for him to finish.
“I’m not hearing this again. That kid is his. She said so. It looks just like him. I have a grandkid running around this town and I know it. Foster’s just too stupid and stubborn to admit it. I also don’t hear you denying that he knocked another floozy up,” she snapped.
“Mother, Foster doesn’t have some girl knocked up. I do,” Miller said loudly.
Silence.
I took my finger away from the scar and stared at the phone like it was a live bomb about to go off.
Then a surprised, excited squeal sounded from the phone, making us both laugh.
“Micah! My baby’s having a baby!” His mother screeched.
I closed my eyes and smiled.
Thankful that I was still pregnant and witnessing this conversation under much different circumstances than I would’ve been if I’d miscarried like I’d thought was happening earlier.
Turns out that the source of the bleeding hadn’t had anything at all to do with the baby, and everything to do with the fact that I’d managed to fall on a shard of glass . I was to follow up with my OB/GYN two days from now to have a more thorough exam, but from what they could tell, I was fine.
I was on bed rest for a day because of the concussion I’d sustained when I’d hit my head.
Whatever the reason, the baby was still snugly in my womb, and I was happy.
I knew that this baby was Miller’s. From the bottom of my heart I knew it. So I chose to rejoice in the pregnancy, because any baby was a blessing from God.
I just hoped my parents reacted the same way that Miller’s mother was still reacting.
“Jesus, woman. We’re in
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