Fate

Chapter 7.

Skye

A week later things had gotten easier with Jason. He came home with a pack of onesies. He said that he thought they were cute and couldn't wait to see our baby in them. Our gender reveal was the following day. That morning, I was feeling off. More tired than usual but nothing that would keep me down. I dressed for work and headed into the office.

I arrived at the office just before 7:45 am. I worked in a property management office. The only people above my position were the owners who lived across the country. I was always the first one in, the last one out. This is something I enjoyed. I got along with all my employees and insisted that we treat eachother like family, since most of us see each other more than our actual families. Each morning, I hold a meeting with the staff to see what was going on in the departments, assign emergencies, shift things around and determine needs. I always bring breakfast for the crew. I've lovingly earned the nickname 'Jefa' from my staff. On countless occasions, I've helped them out of sticky situations, personal and professional. They filled me in.

I was talking to one of the youngest guys, Mark, when I was hit with a wave of lightheadedness. I had to grip my desk to keep myself from passing out. I excused myself and went straight to the bathroom. Sitting there for a moment trying to clear my head. Without thinking about it, I looked down at my legs. Blood. Thick, sticky blood coating my thighs. f**k. No. Please. No. I tried to gather myself and exited the bathroom. Mark, who I have known for years, looked at me. He saw the panic written on my face. I just grabbed my keys and bag, letting the assistant manager know I needed to go to the hospital. She didn't question me, she nodded and promised to email my boss as soon as possible. I went straight to my car, Mark at my heels. "Skye, do you want me to take you?" he asked, genuinely concerned. I swallowed before replying, "Please just call Jason. Tell him I'm going to the hospital." Knowing that if I called him, I would crack. I wouldn't be able to drive, and I needed to get there. Needed to protect my child.

I don't remember the drive there. I checked in letting them know I was pregnant and bleeding heavily. The urgency was overwhelming at first. They immediately admitted me, took my emergency contact information to call Jason again. I had blood draw and examinations. Then I was alone. It was two hours before Jason walked into the room. Immediately taking me in his arms, trying to comfort me. I hadn't cried. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. Two more hours and a nurse came in.

She leaned against the counter in the corner of the room. "So" she said, her tone laced with dissonance. I already hated her. "Your HCG levels were high when you were admitted. We ran them again, and they started dropping fast." She looked between the two of us. I knew what that meant. I knew that I was losing my baby. I just couldn't wrap my head around it. Jason glanced at me, reading the breaking that was happening. "What does that mean?" he asked her, his breath catching. She looked toward the ceiling. If she showed an ounce of compassion, I would think that she was trying not to be emotional until she said, "It means that, at this point, your wife is barely pregnant. It's not viable, she-" I cut her off. "GET THE f**k OUT." I screamed. Barely pregnant. Those two words got under my skin. I was breaking. This woman was not helping. She muttered under her breath, pushed a stack of papers toward Jason and left the room. Letting the door slam behind her.

And in that moment, I broke. My body was not my own. My fists were balled so tight my knuckles white. My tears erupting from me. A visceral scream unleashed from my throat. My child. My baby. I didn't register anything else. I couldn't. It was like the entire world has come crashing down.

I couldn't breathe. I didn't want too.