It's Cold and I Don't Want To Be Here
A Million Ways To Die
We were officially home, and have been for about a month now. We were all assuming Frenchi had forgotten about everything. Seeing as how we haven't seen nor heard from her since the last time she sent me that text. I wouldn't be seeing Allen or my nephew Wyatt for another month due to Allen's working. My mother has been locked up, the sheriff called one aafternoon saying that I didn't need to come back up to New York because they had enough evidence so they didn't need my presence. Which was actually a good thing, I'm a little upset about not seeing Allen or Wyatt for another month but it's better than not seeing them at all.
Today was also my first doctors appointment to check up on the baby. I haven't been sick for a few days so I assumed it was a good thing and that I had passed that stage. Mike and I were currently in bed, he was still sound asleep of course. He got home last night around three in the morning, drunk like usual. And it was currently eleven in the morning, drunken snores made their way out of Mike's mouth causing me to giggle a little.
Rolling out of the bed, I went to the bathroom, rinsed off my face, brushed my teeth and my hair. Once I was finished I went back over to the bed, and walked over to Mike's side. I lightly shook him, "Mikey, baby you have to wake up."
He groaned and pushed his face further into the pillow to try and block me out, "go away," he grumbled.
"Micheal no. Get out of this bed now," I demanded placing my hands on my hips.
"No," he huffed into the pillow and flipped over so he was facing me. I sleepy smile made its way onto his lips, "youre cute when you're mad."
"Oh kiss my ass Mike," I said turning around and walking out of the room.
"Well get back in here so I can!" He shouted after me.
"Get your lazy ass up and get ready Micheal!" I yelled, walking down the stairs.
About ten minutes later Mike ran down the stairs, and jumped onto the couch next to me. I stared off into the tv, not paying any attention to Mike's stares coming from beside me.
"Baby?" Mike's voice sounded from beside me.
"What?"
"Are you okay?" He asked, concern taking over his voice.
I nodded my head, "yeah, why?"
"You just seem a little off, that's all."
I looked over to him and gave him a reassuring smile, telling him that everything is alright.
We had somehow made it to the doctors office, with Mike's idiotic driving skills I didn't think we were going to make it here in one piece. Mike sat to the right of me, holding my hand and bouncing his leg up and down in a rapid pace. I placed my hand on Mike's knee, trying to get him to calm down, "will you relax, you're scaring me," I laughed.
Mike went to speak but the door to the office swung open, causing Mike to shoot up out of his seat. "Michelle Rowledge?" The doctor called out, looking at Mike unsure.
"Thats me," I spoke out standing up, grabbing Mike's hand in the process.
"Im Doctor Jones, it's nice to meet you," he said extending his hand out for Mike and I to shake. "Now if you'll follow me to the back we can check on your babies progress."
We followed him to the back room, seeing a bed type thing, a monitor with a screen on it with various cords hanging off of it.
"Now if you'll take a seat, and we'll get started, roll you shirt up over your stomach please," he asked with a smile.
I played down on the table with the help of Mike, and rolled my shirt up. "This will be a little cold," he said squirting some liquid onto my stomach. I reached over and held onto Mike's hand tightly as the doctor rubbed the jelly all over my stomach. I looked up at the screen, seeing nothing but fuzz. The doctor squinted at the screen, I watched as his eyes grew big and he swallowed hard.
"Is there something wrong?" I asked.
The doctor shook his head yes and looked at us with regretful and sad eyes. I listened closely as the words that no one would ever want to hear came flying out of his mouth.
No. No. No. This can't be happening.
Today was also my first doctors appointment to check up on the baby. I haven't been sick for a few days so I assumed it was a good thing and that I had passed that stage. Mike and I were currently in bed, he was still sound asleep of course. He got home last night around three in the morning, drunk like usual. And it was currently eleven in the morning, drunken snores made their way out of Mike's mouth causing me to giggle a little.
Rolling out of the bed, I went to the bathroom, rinsed off my face, brushed my teeth and my hair. Once I was finished I went back over to the bed, and walked over to Mike's side. I lightly shook him, "Mikey, baby you have to wake up."
He groaned and pushed his face further into the pillow to try and block me out, "go away," he grumbled.
"Micheal no. Get out of this bed now," I demanded placing my hands on my hips.
"No," he huffed into the pillow and flipped over so he was facing me. I sleepy smile made its way onto his lips, "youre cute when you're mad."
"Oh kiss my ass Mike," I said turning around and walking out of the room.
"Well get back in here so I can!" He shouted after me.
"Get your lazy ass up and get ready Micheal!" I yelled, walking down the stairs.
About ten minutes later Mike ran down the stairs, and jumped onto the couch next to me. I stared off into the tv, not paying any attention to Mike's stares coming from beside me.
"Baby?" Mike's voice sounded from beside me.
"What?"
"Are you okay?" He asked, concern taking over his voice.
I nodded my head, "yeah, why?"
"You just seem a little off, that's all."
I looked over to him and gave him a reassuring smile, telling him that everything is alright.
We had somehow made it to the doctors office, with Mike's idiotic driving skills I didn't think we were going to make it here in one piece. Mike sat to the right of me, holding my hand and bouncing his leg up and down in a rapid pace. I placed my hand on Mike's knee, trying to get him to calm down, "will you relax, you're scaring me," I laughed.
Mike went to speak but the door to the office swung open, causing Mike to shoot up out of his seat. "Michelle Rowledge?" The doctor called out, looking at Mike unsure.
"Thats me," I spoke out standing up, grabbing Mike's hand in the process.
"Im Doctor Jones, it's nice to meet you," he said extending his hand out for Mike and I to shake. "Now if you'll follow me to the back we can check on your babies progress."
We followed him to the back room, seeing a bed type thing, a monitor with a screen on it with various cords hanging off of it.
"Now if you'll take a seat, and we'll get started, roll you shirt up over your stomach please," he asked with a smile.
I played down on the table with the help of Mike, and rolled my shirt up. "This will be a little cold," he said squirting some liquid onto my stomach. I reached over and held onto Mike's hand tightly as the doctor rubbed the jelly all over my stomach. I looked up at the screen, seeing nothing but fuzz. The doctor squinted at the screen, I watched as his eyes grew big and he swallowed hard.
"Is there something wrong?" I asked.
The doctor shook his head yes and looked at us with regretful and sad eyes. I listened closely as the words that no one would ever want to hear came flying out of his mouth.
No. No. No. This can't be happening.
Notes
Oh my gosh, please don't kill me. Pleasee! I'll maybe update again tonight or tomorrow. Depends on if my mood gets better or not because I am currently depressed as fuck. But oh well.I love you all!
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-Schuyler
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12/22/13