Impossible Miracle's, L.J Banister [e book reader .txt] 📗

see Kaylee.

“Why can’t I see her now?” I ask.

“No, she needs to rest. I will have my driver come to your house tomorrow to give you the address. I don’t want you going to see her tonight.” I nod to show I understand. But how I wish I could see her now. Audrey unlinks our arms and heads back off towards the crowd. I stand alone out in the open, under the night sky and think of Kaylee. I had forgotten how beautiful she was, but she was more than beautiful tonight. Nothing could keep my eyes from her. I looked back over at the crowd of people, but it all seemed so dull and colourless now. Like without Kaylee there, the party meant very little. With a sigh, I headed over to the crowd in search of my mother and sister. Finding them a give them a quick kiss, say goodnight and leave.

 

The drive home was quiet quick considering the amount of cars still out on the roads, given that it’s only 10:30 I am no longer really surprised. Tyler is still sitting up when I make it inside. I feel drained, and in much need of some sleep.

“Hey man, your home early. How’d it go?” Tyler asks, handing me a beer as I flop myself down on the couch beside him. I open my beer and take a large skull of it.

“It was good” I say.

“Just good?”

“Yeah” We’re both quiet a moment before the words just rush out my mouth.

“I seen her. The girl from the club. She was there”

“Holy shit, man. Are you fucking serious?” Tyler exclaims sitting up straight on the edge of the couch. “What happened?”

“Nothing… She was just” I rub my hands over my face. “She looked so beautiful” I let out a sigh. “She came with my mum and Alexis. They had spent the day with her.” Tyler stays quiet. “We danced, then mum wanted to dance with me, and she left. Her mum wants me to go see her tomorrow.”

“She just left? Again?” Tyler asks. I nod my head.

“Yeah, man” I drop my head into my hands again, before standing up. “I’m going to bed man. I’ll see you tomorrow” I say giving him a slap on the back and walking to my room. Closing the door behind me, I strip off my suit and climb into bed. I lay there for ages, staring up at the ceiling and think about tomorrow, wondering what it is that Kaylee wants to talk to me about.

 

A banging at the front door wakes me up the next morning. Climbing from bed, I rush to answer it.

“Oh, good morning, Chase” Audrey’s motherly voice shocks my half asleep brain to wake up.

“Mrs. Moore” I say still a little sleepily.

“Um, here is the address to my daughter’s house” she says handing me a slip of paper, looking a little uncomfortable.

“Thank you” I say taking the bit of paper from her. I smile kindly at her.

“I will, um, speak with you later” she says slowly, turning away from me and waling back down the stairs. I watch until she reaches the bottom before closing the door. It’s only then that I realize why she looked so uncomfortable… I answered the door in my underwear. I smack myself in the forehead, and shake my head. Holding on to the piece of paper, I look at it before racing to the bathroom for a shower, and quickly getting dressed. Within ten minutes I’m in my car driving to Kaylee.

 

 

Kaylee

I wake my phone ringing. Sleepily, I grab it off my bedside table, and answer it.

“Hello” I say with a yawn.

“Good morning, darling” It’s my mother.

“Morning mum” I say rubbing my eyes.

“I’m just calling to let you know that I’ve dropped your address off to Chase, so you better get up and get dressed. Something tells me it won’t take him long to get dressed to be on his way to you” She says quickly.

“Ok, thanks mum. I’ll ring you later and let you know how it goes” I say before hanging up the phone. I give my body a bit of a stretch before getting up and grabbing some clothes out. As I’m walking past my mirror, something catches my eye and I stop. Facing sideways, I look down. My stomach has swelled since last night, and now there is definitely a noticeable bump.

“Avery!!!” I yell. I had spoken to her last night when I got home. She knew Chase was supposed to be coming over today, but with the clothes I’ve picked out, it’s not going to hide this bump very well.

“Kaylee! What’s wrong?” Avery comes bursting in my door.

“I need clothes!” I’m in a panic.

“What’s wrong with the ones you picked out?” She asks. All I do is turn sideways and when Avery see’s my problem, her eyes widen.

“Oh, ok. Hold on” She quickly rummages through my closet and pulls out an ankle length blue and black floral dress. “Here, wear this and your ball flats. It’s loose enough it should hide your belly long enough until you tell him.” She hands me the dress and gives me a tender smile. I feel my shoulders drop as I feel my relief setting in.

“Thank you” I say softly.

“No worries, chicky babe. Now get in the shower” She gives me a smack on the butt, and walks out of the room. I take another glance in the mirror at my swelling stomach.

“It’s not that mummy is trying to hide you. It’s just that mummy isn’t sure about your daddy” I say softly, rubbing my hand across my stomach, and as I do, I feel a little flutter, like my baby is moving, and I can’t help the smile that plasters itself across my face. Remembering Chase is coming; I quickly run and jump in the shower.

I decided to leave my hair down, and did some light make-up on my eyes. By the time I was finished there was a knock at the door. I gave myself a little once over in the mirror and made sure my stomach wasn’t very noticeable.

“Kaylee?” Avery called, before she walked into my room. “Chase is here.” She gives me a small smile and gives me a hug. “You can do this.”

I walk out into our lounge room to find Chase sitting on the edge of the couch, who shoots up to stand as soon as he sees me.

“Hi” I say, a little shyly.

“Hi” He sounds nervous. “Um..”

“Shall we, um, go get some coffee?” I can’t drink coffee! Avery shoots me a look and I’m palming my forehead on the inside, but I didn’t want to do this here, with Avery and Skylar hanging around.

“Sure. I could do with some coffee.” He answers quickly. I give Avery a quick hug as she hands me my purse and as Chase and I walk out the door, I see her mouth the words ‘good luck’. There was a coffee shop not too far down the road from the house and that’s where I suggested to Chase that we should go. Even though it wasn’t that far, Chase still drove, but I didn’t mind.

 

It was a small coffee shop called – surprisingly – the Coffee Shop. The outside was all brick with a coffee stained wooden door, but inside, the walls were decorated with coffee bean, and cups of coffee wallpaper. The counter was at the far end, across from the door, with tables and chairs placed about the room. In each corner was a booth and while Chase went to order, I picked one. I decided on my favorite one, left hand corner near the counter. It had a window there and I enjoyed looking out of it watching as people went about their day- it was even better on rainy days, when the water would streak down the glass, making everything blurry outside.

I was off in my thoughts when Chase sat down across from me. They didn’t give us a number today because apart from us, the only other people in here were an old couple quietly chatting to each other. It was the same couple I see here every day when I come in. They sit at the same table and have breakfast together and will stay until lunch. I would watch them sometimes, loving the way he would make her laugh and seeing the smile it put on his face. Even though they are very old, you could see in their eyes that they loved each other very much. They would tell each other the stories of their life together, the happy ones, the sad ones, the ones that would make them silent for a while, and the ones that made them laugh so hard one would think they were crazy.

“So…” Chase’s voice shocks me from my thoughts. “Your mum, um, said you had something you needed to speak with me about?”

I take in a deep breath, trying to think how to tell him. I had been up with Avery nearly all night talking about how I would him. But just as I was about to speak, the waitress arrived with our drinks- a hot chocolate for me, and a cappuccino for him. After she walked away, I took another deep breath and let it out quickly.

“Did I tell you why I was out that night? At the club?” I asked, I couldn’t remember.

“No, you didn’t” He smiles fondly at me.

“Have you ever heard of PCOS?” I ask quickly, knowing he probably hadn’t, which proved correct when he shook his head with a bit of a frown. I nodded my head at him.

“It’s called Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. It’s where cysts grown on your ovaries and for most people they cause no drama. But for some people, they can grow quiet large and burst.” I say this slowly, hoping he will understand where I’m going with it. I decided to start from the beginning.

“Okay” he says quietly, listening inattentively.

“I was 17 when the doctor diagnosed me with PCOS, and at the time, he believed they wouldn’t cause me any problems. But a few months ago, the cysts on my left ovary erupted, and basically blew the ovary apart.” I pause for a moment, the shock on his face making me wonder if it was a good idea to start here, but I continued anyway.

“I was sent in for an emergency operation where they tided the tube and removed basically my entire left ovary. It was during the operation the doctors noticed my right ovary wasn’t in much better shape, and tried to laser off the cysts, but the damage was all ready done. When I woke up, the doctors told me what happened, and that because of the damage, they believed I would never have children because they thought the right ovary was too damaged to produce eggs.” I was looking down at my cup as I spoke, but when I felt Chase’s hand touch mine, I looked up. I could see the worry in his face, his eyes a little teary. I gave him a soft smile.

“So that’s why you were out? Trying to forget?” He asks softly, his voice sounding hoarse. I nod at him, preparing myself to tell him, and something in my face must of told him that much. “But that’s not what you want to tell me.”

“No.” I take a deep breath, and slowly, I start to speak again. “What I want, well need, to tell you is… I’m… Well…” I haven’t even told him and I can see he has worked it. His face went blank and I can tell he knows. “… Pregnant.”