Dylan gripped my hands tight, holding them against his abdomen, with his one free hand, making sure I wouldn’t fall off the motorcycle.
"If that motherfucker hurt you, I'm going to kill him," he said. "Keep it together. We're almost there."
Feeling like the luckiest woman in the world, I squeezed Dylan tighter. He’d protected me, and he was taking care of me. I was blessed.
"I love you with all of my heart," Dylan said.
I melted hearing those words, but before I could respond, everything went black.
Then there was a flash of light, movements of people rustling around me, the sound of machinery beeping, the smell of rubbing alcohol, the feeling of cold steel on my arm, me leaning on a bar of a hospital bed.
Looking around, Dylan was no where in sight, only bright lights in my eyes. I kept asking for him, but everyone kept telling me to relax, and that they were going to run some tests on me. Feeling a pinprick on my arm, discovering some tubes attached to me, I started to become drowsy and drifted off, as the sounds echoed around me until I became completely unconscious.
Chapter 41
My body jerked and I woke up. I was in a hospital bed. I was out of it. My mind was frazzled.
"There had been complications with your pregnancy," the nurse said. "I'm sorry, but there must have been a trauma that caused your miscarriage. Have you been involved in any strenuous activities lately? Have you been lifting any heavy objects?"
"What? Pregnancy?" I said. "I’m not pregnant. You must be mistaken.”
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you didn't already know."
Miscarriage? Oh no? I thought back to William striking me in the stomach causing me to fall to the ground. I touched my stomach and whimpered. I’d really messed things up. If I hadn't gone to see William, my baby would be alive. Feeling such an emptiness inside, almost like all my emotions had been drained from me, I’d become an empty shell. My baby was gone, and there was nothing I or anyone could do about it.
“I’d like to be alone,” I said, “and I don’t want to be disturbed.”
“You’re boyfriend is in the waiting room,” the nurse replied.
"Does he know about my miscarriage?"
"No, we haven't disclosed any information to him."
"Please don't tell him about our baby,” I said. “I want to tell him myself."
“Would you like me to send him in?”
“No,” I said. “I can’t see him yet.”
"Okay. Understood. Take your time."
The nurse walked out.
I cried, shaking, nervous, confused, scared, not knowing what to do.
The nurse returned.
“Your boyfriend told me he can’t wait any longer,” the nurse said. “He’s worried sick about you. He mentioned that he brought along a visitor to see you.”
“Okay,” I replied. “Please send him in.”
I didn't want to see him, because I’d been heartbroken, not knowing how to tell him our baby had passed, and I didn't know if I could look him in the eyes. How would I tell him? Having a baby had been important to him, and I couldn’t imagine how heartbroken he'd be when I finally told him our baby had passed away. Had I done something wrong? Was I to blame?
The nurse opened the door, and Dylan peeked his head inside.
“Hello, beautiful,” he said. “I have someone who wants to see you.”
Little footsteps on the floor, Chloe ran in and climbed on the hospital bed, hugging me and kissing all over my face.
I cried my eyes out, hugging her so tight, my dream coming true, being reunited with my baby girl.
“Don't cry, Mommy. I'm here now. That nice man brought me to you, Mommy,” Chloe said. “I really like him a lot, Mommy. Can we keep him?”
“I'll think about it, baby,” I said as I looked deep into Dylan's eyes so thankful for everything.
“Daddy told me you’re not together anymore,” Chloe said. “You should marry big guy. It would be great. He's so handsome, Mommy. I think he'd make a great daddy. Come on, Mommy. Please. Please. Please.”
Dylan was holding a small pink motorcycle helmet, covered with glitter that sparkled.
“Big guy let me ride on his motorcycle,” Chloe said.
I was startled when I saw the helmet. I couldn’t believe Dylan would’ve had Chloe riding on the back of his motorcycle. She’s only a little girl. I shot Dylan a look conveying my disapproval.
“How did you get Chloe?”
“I went to William’s house,” he said. “Chloe was on the front porch with some teenage girl. I asked the girl if I could take Chloe to see her mom in the hospital. She said yes.”
“How did you find William’s house?” I asked.
“Let’s just say, I’ve got connections,” he replied.
Dylan had all the resources he’d probably ever need. Why was I even surprised?
When we’d finally left the hospital, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Dylan had a pink side-car put on his motorcycle just for Chloe. It was so adorable. He’d mentioned he’d gotten it custom built right after I’d told him about her.
Chloe climbed into the side-car.
“Come with us, Mommy,” Chloe said. “Let’s go play.”
Chloe’s eyes lit up, happier than I’d ever seen her. We were finally all together as a happy family.
Chapter 42
After I’d completely recovered, Dylan mentioned he needed to talk to me about something important. I was upset, because the sound of his voice had become serious. Was he breaking up with me? It would’ve probably been justified with all of the drama going on through my life. Of course, I wouldn't blame him, because I’d been a hot mess.
Before we got to talk, I went through my mind trying to figure out how to convince him we would be better off together, but I couldn't come up with any good reasons other than love. Maybe I was meant to be alone.
Dylan stood in front of me, his eyes welled up as he was about to speak.
I stopped him before he could get out the words to break up with me. I told him I knew what he was going to say, and I didn't want him to have to go through it. I understood and told him we could still be friends.
A silly grin grew on his face, and he shook his head.
"That's one of the reasons I love you so much," he said. "I love me a crazy woman."
Dylan grinned and winked, my butterflies fluttering. He reached into his leather jacket, pulled out a ring case, and knelt down on one knee in front of me. He gazed into my eyes with a loving look I’d never seen from a man before.
"Will you marry me, baby?" he asked.
He opened the case and the ring was perfect, light shining off the diamonds, sparkling beautifully.
I couldn't even register how excited I was to hear those words.
"Yes," I replied. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
He slipped the ring on my finger and we kissed.
One thing led to another and we, well, you know.
William honored his word, and I was able to take Chloe home with me. Yes, to our new home with my new family, with our new future.
As we sat on the swings in the park, I looked up in the sky and saw a cloud which reminded me of our little angel. I imagined our baby was looking down on us from heaven. I was heartbroken for not telling Dylan, but I couldn’t. I understood it wasn’t right to keep secrets, but telling him about my miscarriage wasn't going to make things better. If anything, he might have done something to William he would have regretted in the future. I wouldn’t want Dylan to do something that might get him taken away from us.
I wanted to tell Dylan that Chloe was his real daughter, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I struggled every time I tried to get the words out. Things were going too well, and I didn't want to ruin our family. He already treated Chloe as his own child, so I didn't see a need to complicate matters. I intended on telling him in the future. I just needed to make sure the time was right. Not only for him, but also for Chloe. I didn't know how she’d react
to the news that Dylan was her real father. One might assume everything would be peachy-keen, but I wasn't willing to take a chance to fracture our new beautiful family. Everything had been perfect. Dylan fully accepted Chloe and treated her better than she ever had been in the past. So far, he’d been a better parent to her than I’d ever been. He was an amazing man, and I was lucky to have him.
My dream of a second chance to get our family together had come true. I knew the odds of it happening were astronomical, but fate had brought us together. As far as I was concerned, I'd become the luckiest woman in the whole world.
On my wedding day, standing before my soon to be husband, enjoying his presence, with my daughter by my side. In that moment, I realized I had everything I’d ever needed. I’d become complete.
Chloe smiled, her two front teeth missing, beaming with energy, wearing her flower girl dress.
“Would you take Molly, to love and to hold, til death do you part?” the priest asked.
"I do," Dylan said.
“You may kiss the bride.”
Dylan leaned forward kissing me, long, sensual, and passionate, filling me with love.
Chloe tugged on my wedding dress.
"Mommy, you look so happy."
"I am, baby. I am."
The End.
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