Finding Love

Chapter 8

Dylan was changing into a suit. It was like a stretch material in case he decided to grow some abs. “Dylan, don’t do this, I can’t lose you too.” “Alex I have my mind made up; I am doing this. I want to help your family, and you.” My mind was racing at the thought of losing him. Our relationship was rocky sure, but he was my husband, I loved him very much. I held his hand until the machine took him inside, he was gone. I rubbed my head praying he makes it out alive. My father looked at me, he knew this was beyond the both of us. We had no clue how we was doing, we had to wait until the transformation was final. There was nothing more I could do then sit around Dylan and wait.

            After a few hours passed by, I was tired and decided to head to bed. I made it to a pink room, must have been mine when I was younger. I laid down before falling asleep. I heard a shuffle in the room, but I decided to keep sleeping, I was exhausted. Someone was lying next to me. It was dark so all I could see was shadows of a man. He kissed my temple and tucked hairs behind my ears. “Wake up beautiful. I would like to see you now. You have been asleep all day.” I recognized the voice. It was Dylan’s voice. I sat up and kissed his cheek. I missed him all day long. He made it through, and I couldn’t be a happier bride.

            Later that night, we had packed some things up and headed home. We held hands and I could feel his stare linger onto me. Why was he staring at me like that? Yeah I missed him so much, but did he have to stare? “What is it?” “What do you mean?” “You have been staring at me the whole walk home. Tell me what is bothering you my love?” “I almost didn’t make it, but I thought of you on our wedding day, and I pulled through. You helped me live, for the better. I want to be with you until the day I die. I am so in love with you, Alex. I am so glad you decided to marry me.” He trailed his words, the last few words I hear from his mouth are if he ever lost me… Did I mean that much to him? I know he meant that much to me, and I would never want to lose the love we shared.

            I was finally starting to see what true love really was. Dylan made me breakfast every morning and dinner at night. He occasionally took me out for lunch when we weren’t in bed. I thought we should have ended our honeymoon early, but when Dylan changed to become like me, the s*x only got better. Weeks had passed into months; I have never been happier with Dylan by my side. When I woke up he was there when I fell asleep he was there. We were like two peas in a pod and inseparable. Everything about him was just as I had imagined as a little girl. My mother used to tell me that when you were in love it was like being intoxicated, the love would consume you. I was starting to feel like that. Was I falling in love for the first time?

            One morning I recall running to the bathroom, I must have eaten something that didn’t agree with my belly. Just to be safe I had decided to take a pregnancy test. A few moments pass and I see the test fill up with my urine. I picked it up after the allotted time frame, there was two blue lines. I was pregnant. Dylan walked in and saw the test in my hands. “What are the results sweet pea?” “Babe, we are pregnant. We are really pregnant.” We were both in awe of the situation, we were going to be a family. I walked to my father’s house to tell the family; Dylan was next to me the whole time. When we arrived, I notice the family is already together. Andrew had been cut from an alien planet. He wasn’t bad, but the family had its concerns.

            “Why are you two here? Shouldn’t you be doing something more fun.” “Father, we came to tell you something. It is something I think the whole family should hear.” He looked worried for a second, then he let the frown go. “I am pregnant.” The family was in shock, that was quick for two people to have a baby so fast. “Daughter, I am proud for you, congratulations. Have you seen the doctor yet?” “No, I needed the information, which is why I have decided to come here.” “I’m happy for you two.” Andrew says in the distance, but he looked genuinely happy for us.

A Few Months Later…

            My baby bump was showing. I was excited to show it off, so I wore a sports bra and some leggings. It was a matching set that I got from the Mommy and Me store. Since I was considered royalty on this planet, I never had to pay for anything. Most people made their money by making their own businesses and by making some sales. I thanked the store owners for my new outfit, and I headed to the park to do some yoga. I loved the feeling inside me, my baby was growing. I found out I was having a girl; I decided her name would be Sarah. Everything was perfect. Dylan was by my side in case something went wrong. However, nothing ever did.

            I made it home safe and sound, my baby was kicking. She was happy to see her daddy. I made it through my front doors when Sarah kicked the hardest. “Hush little bean, daddy is inside. He will see you in just a few moments, please stop kicking me so hard.” When I made it to the couch, I dropped my stuff. “Dylan?” He came running from the kitchen. “What is wrong baby?” “Take me to the hospital, something is wrong, she was kicking and now it is so bad I can’t stand up right.” Dylan turned off the stove and rushed me to the hospital. A few hours later the doctor comes in with the paperwork, the baby had the tubes tied around her neck, and she was trying to break free. I needed emergency surgery. The hospital signed me in, and I changed into my hospital gown. I was nervous, would they save the baby?

            A few hours pass and I was out cold. The doctors gave me a pill to put me to sleep. I could only dream about my unborn child. As I woke up, I could feel the stitches around my tummy. I saw Dylan sleeping in the chair next to the bed. I didn’t want to wake him. He was curled into a ball, he looked chilled, so I threw the extra blanket on him. When I wrapped him up he woke from his slumber. “The baby?” “Alex, they did everything they could, Sarah didn’t make it. I am so sorry beautiful.” I cried; I knew it was my fault. I should have called Dylan when she started to kick harder than normal. I should have never gone to yoga.

            A few days passed by; I didn’t talk to anyone. I was sad, my baby was gone. All I could do is cry. Days passed to weeks and the doctors sent me home. I decided to let my body continue to heal. I sent Dylan on some missions so I could rest. I couldn’t even look at him. My entire world slipped away from me; I was devastated. Months had passed by. Dylan had Erick come to check on me. All I could do was cry, and I hated myself. When I saw Erick I cried even more, he held me and rubbed my hair. “Shh, you’re okay, this was not your fault. I know you think it is, but it’s not.” He gave me an anti-depressant. I took it and fell asleep again. I hated they way I felt, I knew this wasn’t my fault. I also knew if I weren’t so stubborn I could have called for help.