Chapter 12
Isabella was fascinated by Sara, this little creature who had interrupted Joe Don and Destiny’s lives. Once the newborn came home Isabella helped as much as she could, but with every second spent with Sara she knew she would have to tell Gary about her pregnancy sooner rather than later. She couldn’t hide under baggy clothing forever.
Gary was beginning to feel a little neglected; all of Isabella’s free time was spent with Destiny and the baby. It was a nice Sunday afternoon, but once again he was alone because Isabella left church with Destiny and Joe Don. It’s not like he didn’t want to help his friends out with their child, but he was never invited to come along. This time though, he was tired of being isolated from his lover, so he got in his car and drove the couple blocks to the Rooney’s household.
When Gary got to Joe Don’s house Isabella and Destiny were in the living room just watching Sara sleep. What was so interesting about that, Gary thought as he said hello to Destiny.
“Hey sugar, ready to go home?” Gary looked down at Sara and saw a preciousness that shook him to his inner core.
She looked at him with a tired blank stare and prepared herself to stand.
“Yeah.” Isabella got up and felt really dizzy as she fell back along the couch.
Gary tried to steady her as she sat back down. I wonder if she getting sick? Poor darling, I’ll make her some chicken noodle soup when we get home.
“Are you ok?” Gary asked, letting her take a breath before she tried to get up again.
“Yeah I’m fine, just got up too fast that’s all,” Isabella replied, trying to play it off as though that was true.
I wonder if he knows that during the first trimester of pregnancy it’s normal to have dizziness and nausea.
“Hey, take care of yourself,” Destiny said, as walked them to the door.
“What did she mean by that?” Gary asked, as they pulled out of Destiny and Joe dons driveway.
Does Destiny know something I don’t? I know they’re really close, but would Isabella really keep a secret from me?
“Nothing, she meant nothing.” Isabella’s eyelids suddenly felt to heavy for her to carry, and her legs felt like a piece of seaweed in the warming ocean.
She laid her head against the slick, cool window and fell asleep. When Gary pulled up to their house he took her in his big burly arms, and he carried her up on the front porch and through the door to the couch. He gently laid her down and covered her up with a plush blanket, soft as a newborn’s skin.
Gary tiptoed to the kitchen to slowly make the chicken noodle soup. His heart pumped loudly in his chest and the blood rushed in his ears; he didn’t want to wake her up, she looked exhausted. He peeked in on her every so often just to make sure she was still sleeping. After the tenth time checking on her he clumsily walked back into the kitchen and knocked a stack of papers off of the counter. Quickly, Gary piled them in his hand and put them back on the table.
The top of the stack caught his eye. It was a pamphlet about expectant parents. Curious, Gary picked it up and briefly flipped through it; his heart jumped to his throat seeking shelter outside of the norm.
Why would this be sitting on my counter? Didn’t we always use protection? We’re not even married, we can’t be having a baby. His mind was racing with thoughts of uncertainty and fear when he thought, maybe it’s Destiny’s and Isabella was going to throw it out. Maybe that stack of papers is suppose to be thrown away.
That seemed to calm him down as he finished making the chick noodle soup. The arousing smell pulled Isabella from her deep sleep. She leaned on her elbows and sat up. Rubbing her eyes with her hands furiously, she stood up and walked into the kitchen where Gary was ladling soup into a bowl.
“Did you get some rest sweetheart?” Gary sat the steaming bowl on the table and pulled a chair out from the table for her.
“Yes, I did. I don’t know why I’m so tired.” Maybe playing dumb will fool him, Isabella thought.
Gary pulled the pamphlet out from his back pocket and asked, “Hey, I found this on the table and I wanted to make sure it wasn’t something a friend of your’s needed before I threw it out.”
He slid the pamphlet across the table to her, and she took it into his cold calmly hands. Her hands shook as she picks it up. The spinning in her head was giving her a headache; she just wanted it all to stop, all the lying, all the tension in her own head. This was now or never she had to tell him, or she would temporarily go insane.
“Gary, I’m pregnant!” Isabella busted the words out of her mouth like verbal diarrhea.
Gary’s eyes grew wide, and he backed away from her in disbelief, knocking over the pot of chicken noodle soup burning his left leg.
