21. Chapter 21
I woke up with my head and stomach hurting. I had eaten to much pizza and drank too much beer. Alex was asleep beside me on the bed. Her hair was a tangled mess, spread all across her pillow. I smiled and scooted closer to her. Her face muscles were relaxed. I don't know if she meant to, but most of the time, she either looks angry or sad when she wasn't talking or anything. I brushed the hair off her face and kissed her forehead. Her brows furrowed in her sleep. I laughed quietly and stood to go downstairs. I was only in my boxers and sat down to watch TV after checking the fridge for something decent to eat. There was leftover pizza (I didn't even know how that was possible considering how much all of us ate) and...that was about it.
After a couple episodes of Happy Tree Friends (stupid Alex, getting me addicted to that show), I heard someone come down the stairs. It was Alex. I smiled but stopped when I saw her expression.
"What's the matter?" I asked her.
She was holding her stomach. "Something's wrong with the baby." Her eyes were distanced, far away.
"How do you know?" I asked, starting to panic, and stood.
"I'm bleeding and something doesn't feel right."
I rushed her into the car while I threw on jeans and a T-shirt.
I drove to the hospital and held her hand. She was oddly calm. But something about her set me off. She was staring at the radio but her eyes weren't focused on that. Her mind was elsewhere.
We waited anxiously in the hospital room. She sat in the bed and chewed on her nails. I rubbed her leg, trying to calm her. Or both of us.
Finally, the doctor came back in. She smiled at us, sympathetically. "I'm sorry, but you've had a miscarriage."
"I'm sorry, but you've had a miscarriage." That's when I broke down. I was crying hysterically. I had always wanted to be a mother. Maybe not yet but, I had. I had a feeling it was a girl and had picked out a name for her. Serenia Chleo. Hadn't I done everything. I was taking those stupid vitamins to help and I wasn't drinking. I clutched my arms to my chest while Andy held me, trying to quiet my sobs. I sensed his sadness.
The doctor looked sad for us. I was sad for us.