*AMY'S POV*
It has been a week since Mac's funeral and the mood at Zoey and T's is melancholy at best.
I haven't moved much this week. Right after I talked to Michael, my body joined in the shit storm and started my period.
Even though I know there's no way I could be pregnant, I keep getting nauseous, and exhausted, and having a million other pregnancy symptoms.
This sucks...I feel like I'm going crazy and every time I feel like maybe I do have Mac's child growing inside of me, I want to jump for joy, but then I want to burst into tears because I know it's impossible.
How is it fair that the only thing that has brought me joy over these last several months had to be taken from me?
*ZOEY'S POV*
Terry and I still aren't talking. It feels weird. In all the time we have been together we have never fought like this. It has been over a week and...nothing.
Every day I hear him come in from work sniffling like he has a cold, but I know he's not sick...and he sighs deeply. I know his heart is breaking and I want more than anything to run to him and comfort him, but I know I can't help because I'm the reason for at least some of his sadness.
*TERRY'S POV*
Every time I see Zoey it hurts all over again. I want this pain to stop so badly and I know having a child will make me feel better...but she is adamant about that not happening any time soon.
"I don't know why you want to have a kid anyway," AJ says when I tell him that Zoey and I have been fighting.
"I want to be a father," I say, "you know it's something I have wanted my entire life."
"Yeah, but why now?" AJ scratches his head.
"Why not?" I ask.
AJ just shrugs, "Mac just died man. Maybe give yourself a little bit of time?"
"What for?" I ask, "If anything it will ease the pain a little right? Bring a little joy back into our lives?"
AJ raises his eyebrows, "Whew...I'd hate to be your kid."
"Why's that?" I ask, getting a little angry at this line of questioning.
"That's a whole lot riding on a kid's shoulders," AJ says, "Well, little guy, it's your job to make Daddy happy because he lost his best friend."
"It's not like that..." I raise my voice.
"You just said it yourself man."
"No..." I start, but then stop. Wait, did I say that?
We play pool in silence for awhile longer and by the end of the game, I still have no clue what to do about me and Zoey. I want so badly to make up with her, but her not wanting to have a child with me feels like almost an insult, if that makes any sense.
"Maybe you and Z need some time apart," AJ says.
I raise my eyebrows. The thought of separating is almost as bad as not having a baby.
"You mean a separation?" I ask.
"No, just some time and distance," AJ says, "you can come stay with me."
I shake my head, "I don't know man."
*ZOEY'S POV*
Terry and I haven't talked in days and I can't get him off my mind.
It's starting to get cold outside and I miss cuddling up to my husband. I am usually freezing all the time and the cold has been even worse since he and I haven't been sleeping anywhere near close to each other in bed.
As I sit and continue to feel sorry for myself, I hear the front door open and the familiar sound of his heavy shoes hit the hard floor in the entry way.
"Vi?" I swear I hear him call out, but he couldn't have. I haven't heard that sweet nickname from him in days.
"Vi?" I hear again.
I wake up from my haze and answer, "In here."
He walks in and starts to speak, "We need to talk."
"Vi?" I hear again.
I wake up from my haze and answer, "In here."
He walks in and starts to speak, "We need to talk."
I stand up and start to ramble in fragmented sentences, "I'm sorry honey...maybe...I don't know if I'm ready...we could try..."
Terry puts his hands up and stops me, "Hold on Vi, I have to say something."
"Ok," I sigh and silently wait for him to speak.
He shuffles around for a bit but then starts, "I've been wrong baby, I'm sorry."
"What?" Even though those are the words I have been waiting for, I can't believe I am hearing them.
"I'm sorry. I know we aren't ready for a baby...I just...have been hurting so much." he says.
"I know and I want to help you through it..." I say.
"I know and I love you for it," he says.
"I just don't know what..." I start, but am interrupted.
I am interrupted by Terry wrapping his arms around me and pulling me in for a long, deep, passionate kiss. I am so shocked it takes my breath away.
His kisses continue and we don't speak for the rest of the night, but finally I am able to sleep comfortably, enveloped in the warmth of my husband's arms, safe from the cold.
