"Leslie you should relax," Abigail had said to me as I busied myself in getting my things out of the room that was soon to be her daughter's room.

I had only smiled and continued much to her concern as well as annoyance that I was in the midst of all the preparation when Ian had set in place workmen to do the very thing that I set on doing.

It had taken her a firm stand and threatening to call Ian that had me going with her to the kitchen to have a piece of the toto she had made and some homemade pineapple and guava juice.

We were sharing a few stories from our childhood and looking at how much our life had changed now that the right men were in it.

I was gushing over her ring and marveling at her engagement to Ian when I felt the first wave of back pain. I sat quietly and release the tensed breath I held in as the pain subside.

I was about to comment on Ian finally being grounded when the pain sliced my lower back again as I moved to trace the diamond studs around the circular diamond sitting in the center raised on three prongs.

I could not hold back the pain-filled gasp the escaped my lips and I hurriedly rose from the chair but the pain caused me to dipped forward. I watched as Abigail sprang forward and clutched me her voice raised in alarm.

"Les?!"

"Abby call Dan now! Tell him fi meet me at Cynthia," I said in a rush as I gripped the edge of the kitchen counter.

She did not waste any time and after the call was made she texted Ian and carried me to my car telling Quinton to oversee the remainder of the removal and transfer of the furniture.

I was informing Cynthia in a tear-filled voice that I was on my way when I heard the beep of an incoming call when I looked to see that it was Daniel I broke down in tears.

All my mind was screaming out to me was that I was losing our son. One week after we had discovered his sex he was going to be taken from us.

I dropped the phone in my lap as Abigail rushed with me to my obstetrician. I felt my whole world began to crumble as I gripped my stomach and will my baby to stay alive and to forgive me.

I took up the phone and stared at it as a few messages came beeping in but I knew I did not have the words to explain to Daniel that I might be losing our son, or that it could all be might fault. I couldn't find it in myself to lie either and I sure as hell did not need some false sense of reassurance.

When we pulled up to Cynthia's we saw her standing at the entrance a poter waiting with her, the knowledge that she could confirm what my mind was trying not to accept cause me to choke back a sob.

I felt Abigail's hand gripped mine before she opened her door and came around to mine, when she opened it the poter was on hand to help me into the wheelchair. The closer I got to Cynthia the more my heart sank. I tried to think positive but the pain, discomfort, and worries were tugging me further into a dismal depth.

I was a well of nerves when I was wheeled into Cynthia's office. When I was gently helped onto the narrow examination bed I was grateful to lie down. It was feeling like I was sitting on a small ball and the pain in my lower back seemed to increase its persistent throb.

I heard Cynthia said something to Abigail who pushed her head behind the screen and told me she would be out in the waiting area. I almost begged her to stay but if it was to be discovered I lost the baby I could not face her knowing she had told me to relax and take it easy and I had ignored her.

I nodded and took a deep breath and gently caress my belly. I felt somewhat hopeful when I felt him move under my fingers that were placed protectively on my belly, then I got the scary thought that he might just be telling me goodbye.

Cynthia began to work immediately and pretty soon I had all her questions answered. I wanted to bombard her with a few of my own but instead, I let her help me undress and felt my heartbeat in my chest like a runaway train.

I wanted to scream at her to tell me what the matter was and more so as I felt her insert two fingers inside me and did a series of probes while instructing me how to breathe and when to clench.

I felt my heart sped with renew fear as she did an ultrasound. I watched the monitor and with roving eyes looked for signs that my baby was safe and sound. Whatever was happening was going to pass and all will be alright, it had to.

I looked at Cynthia's face but I saw nothing and it only increased my fears. I wanted to scream at her to tell me what was happening but I just laid there quietly as she cleaned from my stomach the ultrasound cream.

"I want to discuss with both you and Julian the meet of the matter," she finally told me as she took my shaking fingers in her hand and gave me a caring friendly smile. "It's going to be alright, I am going to make sure it's alright."

I trusted those words and they became the balm that soothed my fears. And she had held those words true and a few more visits and some encouraging progress I was now 32 weeks pregnant and looking forward to the day that I would give birth to my baby boy.

"Darling, are you ok?" I heard Dan's voice said pulling me away from my broodings about that day months ago when I thought my world was ending.

I reached across for his hand resting on the gear stick and held it, I smiled at him and said.

"Yeah man, u?"

"Mi good," he said smiling in return.

We parked a few minutes later in a free parking space by Cynthia's private practice and walk hand in hand to find out what was happening with the little bundle inside me that had brought about one of the best things in my life.

My husband, my strength, my supporter, and my love. I knew I could not have asked for another man to stand by me in these trying few months.

I knew it was not easy knowing he was going to lose Kenton in a matter of months then find out that we could easily lose our son as well. He had fought his fears and let his love for me outweigh all the dreary possibilities that swam around us like hungry sharks waiting to devour our happiness.

I nestled closer into his side. I prayed as I did on so many occasions before, that I would never lose or disappoint this man that faith has used a circumstance to become my friend, my lover, and my soul mate.

"Dan?"

"Yes, darling?"

"What about we get some ice cream and oreo cookies and have some more fun tonight," I whispered close to his ear as we walked through the door.

He looks down at me with a disappointed frown. "Sorry Les but I told Mama I would take her to this function she has planned with a group of friends for tonight."

"Ooo," I said, "Maybe when you get back then."

He got no chance to reply because Cynthia's receptionist greeted us just then and immediately after we were heading into Cynthia's office.

Time to know where my little boy and I stood.

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