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

shook the thoughts from my head. I gave her my number, if she wants to talk to me, I’ll wait for her. Rolling to my side, with my back to my phone, I let my mind wander back to last night. The boys dragged me out for a night of fun since I had been ‘moping around’ the past few weeks, though I pretty sure that either of them were told they were going to have a kid with their girlfriend of five years, then told a few weeks after that it wasn’t even theirs, they’d mope too. Chelsea was 5’6 with short blonde hair, crazy green eyes and an amazing figure. We’d met when I was 18, and she was seventeen at a local coffee house, we hit it off right away. She knew I wanted kids, and when she told me she was pregnant, I was over the moon. I immediately took her out to the shops and started buying baby stuff. Then one night while we were out for dinner, I don’t know, maybe it just ate at her too much, with me telling her how much I loved our baby already, and that I couldn’t wait to hold him or her in my arms for the first time. It was when I started asking about baby names, she blurted it out.

“It’s not yours” she whispered, softly, but loud enough for me to hear. My whole body froze up and I just stopped.

“What?” I stared at her, thinking my ears were playing with me.

“The baby. It’s not yours” she said quietly, her head down watching her hands in her lap.

“What do you mean it’s not mine?” I felt myself getting angry. “If it’s not mine, then whose is it?” I didn’t want her to answer me, I wanted her to stay quiet. I knew whatever she said would send me over the edge and shatter my heart.

“Jason” They worked together. Both practicing to be lawyers. I slam my fist down on the table, making her and everyone around us jump.

“When?” I gritted my teeth together, spitting the word out through my clenched jaw.

“The week you were away with your father on that trip” she whispered, still not looking at me, tears trickling down her face. That was the week dad and I went to Sydney for a big meeting with other building companies. Throwing back my chair, I stood up and left. Chelsea tried ringing me for a few days after, but I never answered, and when she came around, the boys turned her away.

Maybe it’s best if I never hear from Kaylee. I’m just not ready for anyone else yet.

 

 

Kaylee

It’s been a few weeks since the girl’s night out. Skylar returned late that night saying she spent all day in bed with a guy named Ethan having wild sex. She hadn’t heard from him since. Avery still goes out and see’s the guy she spent the morning with at the coffee shop. It wasn’t until last week we finally found out his name, Tyler. As for me, I heard nothing from my stranger, though every night since, I’ve had the most intense dreams of him. It always comes up in pieces, like I’ll see bright, almost clear blue eyes staring at me, then my fingers running through messy dark brown hair. I’ll feel a breath on my neck, lips against my shoulder, hands running along my waist. I’ll hear him moan softly in my ear, and warmth shoots through my entire body. Then I jerk awake, panting, sweating, and an ache between my legs. Apart from my dreams, everything goes back to normal. I got to work, come home, have a shower, eat dinner, read or draw for a little while then I off to bed, and begin the day over.

It was the day of a wedding that I began to feel sick. I was nauseas all morning, and still had the maid of honor and the bride’s makeup to do. I was half way through the maid of honor’s when I had to run from the room, straight to the bathroom. I threw up my breakfast omelet into the sink. I heaved for another ten minutes before washing the puke out of the sink as well as my mouth. Bad omelet. Feeling better, I walk back out to the dressing room filled with confused bride’s maids.

“Sorry about that ladies. Bad omelet this morning” I said with a smile. They all smiled back and asked if I was feeling okay.

“I’m fine. I promise” I say, and get back to work.

When their makeup is all finished, I pack up my kit and leave. It’s what I’ve been taught to do. I’m not a guest to the wedding, I’m there to work and when I finish, I leave. Leaving the building, I walk past the kitchen as a lady walks out with a tray of champagne, the smell of cooking meat fills my nostrils and my stomach flips. I quickly run out the front door and empty the remains of my stomach into the garden. Then the pain started, an aching in my lower stomach. Oh, no. The doctors warned me that the cysts they removed from my right ovary may re-grow. Is that what’s happened? Have they re-grown? I quickly shuffle myself into my car and head home. Avery is on the couch studying when I come in the door.

“Hey chicky, how’d it go?” she asks, looking up from her book. She must have seen something on my face, because she throws her book aside and rushes off the couch to me. “What happened? Are you ok?”

“Yeah. I just ate a bad omelet this morning, and threw it up half way through doing the maid of honor’s makeup” I say.

“Oh, do you want a drink of water of something?” she asks, dragging me over to the couch and sitting me down.

“No, I’m fine. Thank you” I smile at her, letting her see I was okay. “But the pains are back” I spit out.

“Oh, no. Are you sure? Have you been to the doctor?” she always panics a bit whenever I was getting pains.

“No, not yet” I sigh. Leaping off the couch, Avery runs towards her room and returns a few seconds later with her handbag hanging off her shoulder, and her car keys in her hand.

“Come on” she helps me up off the couch and ushers me out the door.

 

 

Chase

The past few weeks have passed by in a blur of work, work and more work. I’ve been trying to keep myself busy so I won’t have time to think of why Kaylee hasn’t rang me. It’s worked for the most part, but every night when a lay down to sleep, she crawls out the box I put her in. I remember the way she moved, dancing along to the beat of music, her body crushed against mine in the fray of people. Her laughter and smile, and the taste of her lips and skin, how soft they felt against me, the feeling of her hands on my skin, and mine on hers. The sounds she would make when I touched her in all the right places. The way she curled up into me and drifted to sleep. Eventually I drift off to sleep, remembering the girl I met on the dance floor of a packed club.

I’m at work in the office Wednesday morning, as usual when she comes waddling into my office.

“Chelsea” her stomach has grown into a small bump, as has her hair which is now a light brown.

“Oh I still you still remember my name” she sneers, crossing her arms over her chest, notifying to the fact her boobs are practically falling out of her tiny green halter neck dress that ends less than halfway up her thighs.

“Yeah, I remember” I say, turning back to my computer.

“Well, you didn’t seem to remember when I rang you, several times. Or when your asshole friends shut the door in my face” she spat.

“What do you want Chelsea?” I spit with my hands clenched.

“How are we supposed to raise the baby when you never answer your phone?” she asks rubbing a hand over her stomach.

“How are ‘we’ supposed to raise the baby? Chelsea, there is no ‘we’. You made that choice when you cheated on me!” I snap, standing and leaving over the desk.

“So what? I make one little mistake and suddenly, that’s it?” she cries.

“Little? How is having another guy’s baby little, huh?” I say slamming my fists down on the table. She just didn’t get it.

“Well, it’s not…” she whispers. “But it’s ok cause he doesn’t want it” she smiles. I stare at her for a moment before dropping my head and laughing, shaking my head.

“Why are you laughing? You look like a crazy person” she says, which makes me laugh harder. “You might want to stop before your mother gets here” That makes me stop.

“My mother?” I ask.

“Yeah, I rang her before I came here to tell her the news” she says, rubbing her stomach again. “We’re all going to lunch”

“YOU WHAT?” I yell which makes her jump.

“I told your mum about our baby” she says, looking at me like I’m stupid.

“IT’S NOT MY KID!! Why would you?” I yell again.

“Baby, come on” she says walking towards to me, her hands held out to hold me.

“Don’t touch me” I spit, smacking her hands away. “Get out” I point to the door.

“Baby” she whimpers.

“NO!! Get out. I’m not your ‘baby’ and that is not my kid. Deal with it yourself. I’m done. WE’RE DONE!!” Tears fall from her eyes before she turns and runs out the door. Twenty seconds later, my mother storms into the room…

 

 

Kaylee

We’re in the waiting bay when the nurse calls my name.

“Kaylee!” Avery and I both stand up and walk into the nurse’s station. Sitting on hard blue chairs against the walk, the nurse takes a seat in front of the computer.

“Ok, so what seems to be the problem?” she asks. She’s an elderly lady with graying hair and soft grey eyes hidden behind small framed glasses.

“Kaylee has been experiencing pain in her lower abdomen” Avery juts in before I can get a word out. “She has had experience in similar pain resulting in PCOS”

“When did they start?” the nurse asks.

“This morning, after I threw up” I say. The nurse looks at me quizzically. “Food poisoning” She hums before turning to her computer and typing quickly. Standing up, she moves into a joined room, and searches through the cupboards, grabbing something before walking back out.

“I need to take a urine sample, so if you can just pee in this” she says handing me a little plastic jar with a yellow lid. “Toilets are just outside to your right” Taking the cup, I walk out of the room to the toilet. When I’ve finished, I hand it back to the nurse and take my seat. Slipping on a pair of gloves, she grabs what looks like strips from the draw and dips each of them into the urine. Waiting a moment, she changes gloves and grabs a slip of paper, and writes something down while looking at the strips. Tossing away the strips and urine, she hands me the slip of paper.

“Doctor James is waiting for you. Give this to him. Out the door, third door on your right. Thanking the nurse, we leave and enter the office of Doctor James. His a younger man, could be no more then 28, with short shaggy brown hair and dark brown eyes. I hand him the piece of paper and take a seat. He looks at the paper quizzically and back at his computer before looking at the paper again. Standing up, he excuses himself and walks out of the room with the paper in his hand. Avery and I look at each other and shrug. A few minutes later he returns. Sitting in his chair he turns to us.

“Kaylee, I’m gonna get you to