Three sisters, Amy, Rebecca, & Kelsey and their best friend Zoey just moved in together in the hopes of making their dreams come true...four heads are better than one, right? There's just one problem...here they are, in an unfamiliar city with no money, no place to live, and no skills...can they make it?
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?
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.
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."
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."
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.