Thirty minutes later, I was full, very full. The food, drink and dessert he brought, plus the ice-cream and chocolate bar I stuffed myself with earlier this night. All sum up gives me the belly of a two months pregnant woman. Harold bought us steak, salad with potato fries and a chocolate cake which is favorite. All what I like, to drink he brought a bottle of coke and another of red wine. I saw a green bottle which resembles a champagne bottle in the basket, but I refrain myself from asking him its use and the purpose for its presence. I drank two glasses of red wine, one of coke before I surrendered. I don't want to get drunk, I want to have all my senses while explains to me all this.

Many times I saw him fishing out his phone, to check if there is a new message and type a reply if he found one. I ignored it and continued to talk as if nothing was happening. He shared with me funny stuffs that he encountered during his trip to Asia. I on the other hand shared the ones I faced at the supermarket. Not once did he mention Harvey, nor anything related to her. He did apologies for not calling and texting for a whole week. Of course with my kind and gentle heart I forgave him.

"...mum is very grateful that I find a guy like you, she was worried I will finish my life alone and buried under multiple depts. She wants to invite you for dinner and she told me to ask you when you are free." I said looking at the beautiful cloudless sky waiting for his answer. After few seconds what only came was a brief 'mmm'. I peered at him to look what got him so busy. I found him busy texting to whomever I don't know but I have a good idea. "Harold I am pregnant." Another 'mmm' came out. '...I am going to get married tomorrow with a farmer." Still the same 'mmm'.

We are in the middle of this beautiful scenery and a dinner for two, but mister prefers including a third person which is his phone. I could not help tame the anger swelling back from the pit of my stomach. He finds the person with whom he is speaking more important than what I am saying to him. His soul is elsewhere with some other person, whereas I have a soulless body which is of no use.

"What the heck are you doing?" I snapped at him furiously, he turned his gaze to me as I snatched the stupid phone from his hands. "What are you talking about? I am listening to you." He said his eyes portraying innocence. "Yeah you are right and I am an Angel." I replied sarcasm dripping from my voice. "You see I am right, you are my angel." He replied in that famous seductive tone of his that sends shivers from my spine ascending to my chest making my nipples become erect and descending to my privacy making it itchy and my limbs turning to jelly. Harold Davidson you cocky bastard.

"Stop that immediately because it will not work this time. You clearly find this person with whom you are texting more interesting than me, all evening you were texting. Why did you bring me here when you clearly want to be with her? What is all this? OH hell tell me!" I squeaked out, I can't say scream because I don't know how to. "Calm down I will tell you all." He said in that soft charming voice of his. "I was only checking on Harvey okay? She has a date and she was filling m..." I cut him off, before he finished his sentence. I let out an acid laugh. "So it is her uhh, why not bring her here instead of me uh, if you are so worried about her date going wrong?" "Shih shih calm down, I have no interest in her, and it is you I want." This guy is really taking me for a high class fool.

"Tell me what does this vase means?" I said pointing at the vase of flowers in front of me. This is the only bouquet made up of different flowers and he hasn't given me the meaning with the spider flower I have in my hand. "Calm down let me explain." He instructed calmly, I sat back on the cloth ready to get his explanations. This time I am not going to close my eyes on that issue and let myself being lured by this marvel.

Harold kneel on the cloth, I eyed him with suspicious eyes. Which prank will he play this time? He brought out a familiar fuchsia velvet box in front of me. I gasped in shock at its content. Oh my God, Oh my God is it true? Is it true? I am dreaming! I am dreaming! I can't breathe, I can't breathe. 'Stop repeating your thoughts Sil it is annoying.' This ring is huge, I could not imagine it like this, and it is one word PERFECT. The ring was strew with small diamonds and a huge one lied on top of the assortment. I have never imagine my proposal day, with Harold being the man bent on one knee in front of me. I always thought I will remain single all my life and maybe adopt a child or two to take care of them.

"The spider flower that you have in hand means Elope with me." I was starting to feel guilty for my ridiculous outburst of jealousy. I was speechless I don't know what to answer... no I know I want to say yes but he has not yet asked the question... "Listen to me please, listen to me keenly without interruption please. Before you answer I have something to tell you." Oh boy what with the suspense? You are killing me! I want to pull my hair out, I am dying to say YES!! It's burning my lips. What is wrong with him that he doesn't want to get my answer, which is a big fat Y-E-S?

His eyes flicked to the bouquet of flowers beside us. "This is a wild garlic flower which stands for courage. The white gardenia here stands for loyalty. Chrysanthemum means fidelity, alstromeria means friendship. I am sorry for hyacinth, hope for this yellow calla lily and finally the red tulip means believe me." I am lucky I have worked at a flower shop and knew those flowers but not their meaning, sadly. What with all those words? "Just to say Hay and I are only friends and I am sorry for deciding to tell you our story today and I hope you will believe me, I have never cheated on you. We are very close friends and I wish to tell you our story..." Why does everything turn around the two of them? I wish there weren't friends, seriously because jealous is a small word to express what I feel about their relationship.

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August 2003;

"Hello my name is Harold. What's yours?" She glanced at me for a Nano second and turned back to her geography book or whatever she was reading in the park instead of playing with others. "It's not polite to ignore people when they are talking to you." I remarked hopping that she will retaliate. She barely spared me a glance this time, instead she found her book more interesting than a twelve year old boy talking to her. I am very disappointed, I came to ask her to play with me because the others were too snob and I found her cool. She is always alone reading or feeding the ducks, I wondered why she was always like that. I thought maybe she also found the others boring and she will be willing to play with me. Now I have fallen from cloud nine, I turn and went back home maybe next time.

September 2003;

I hurried down the hallway to my classroom, that's not good I am going to be late for my first day of school. I continued my race absent mindedly and obviously I bumped into somebody. I fell face first on something comfortable like a pillow. Thank God for putting a matrass for my safety.

"Enjoying yourself on my butt?" I snapped back to reality from a dream of cotton and candy. How on earth did I land on a girl's butt? I stood up faster than lightning, my face flushed from embarrassment. "I am sorry." I raised my head to her with an apologetic look and was surprise to see the familiar short red head girl; the park girl. "Which class are you going to Harold?" I was astonished, she remembered my name? I had a big goofy grin which reached my eyes at the thought. I was like a kid who just gained a ticket for the amusement park. "Biology class" I replied she walked off without any further comment. "So you remember my name uh? I thought I was invisible?" We continued our track with my questions hanging in the air. It is so embarrassing and rude.

"Harvey." She blurt out and stop in front of a closed door, I look at the class number and realized that it is our biology class. Before I could answer she opened the door and got in. I came in after her and found the class void of any teacher. I smiled and went to seat next to her.

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"That's what marked the beginning of our friendship. We became friends at that moment, but it was difficult for her to open up to me. When she did, I discovered many things about her; she had many weight problems because of her parents. She began to take much weight, they were stuffing her with food, saying a man should eat. I helped her through that stage of her life and that wasn't the worst." It is hard to imagine the beautiful, confident and refined lady Harvey Jamison to have such a complexity like us normal people. She is looks so flawless, is it only a façade? But that doesn't explain why he is so afraid that I should know their story.

"We shared all, she has always been there for me and me for her."

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February 2007;

"Tell me she will be okay? Tell me she isn't going to leave me." I sobbed in Hay's arms. We were set on one of the waiting seats in the hospital. I was very worried, she can't leave me, and what will I do without her? "She can't leave me Hay, I love her." My sobs grew louder and I scream internally. Why us oh God? Why? She is a good, sweet and kind person, she doesn't merit that. "Shh calm down Harold, stop having negative thoughts she will be fine."

How can this almost perfect day end this bad? We were so happy few hours ago enjoying a good barbecue Hay, Dad, Mum, my future junior sister and me. Like every Sunday, dad and I were setting the grille while Hay and mum where busy concocting the food to be grilled.

Whenever Hay came home which is five out of seven days a week, most of her time is spent in the kitchen cooking and gushing about female stuffs with my mother. I on the other hand always sat by the side watching the women at oeuvre. One can see Hay's joy when they were together. Her eyes twinkle and she always bear a goofy smile, it's the only time she let her guard down.

This side of her no one has ever seen that, my family and I are the only lucky ones and I am very proud of that. She is just a sixteen year old kid in need for her parent's love and acceptance of her sex. Hay's parents always treated her like a boy. When she turned eleven and started developing female secondary sexual character they started ignoring her. I have never seen her happy when she is with her parents.

Once I had a sleep over in her house and I had the misfortune to hear her father saying that she was an experiment that turned wrong. They wanted a male child as heir and they instead had Harvey. I was very troubled because I couldn't tell hay and it haunted me for days nonstop. That's why I always accept to be with her and comply to most of her requests, just so she will not feel rejected.

When they were over with the meat to be grilled, the salad and the sauce for the meat. My father and I had started grilling the meat while the girls were relaxing on the deckchairs, chatting lively between them and sometimes including us in their conversation. I had noted that the five months pregnancy was tiring for mum, that's why I didn't complain about them lazing. We ate happily, occasionally singing when needed till the sun became a bright orange color.

Mum cleared the remaining two dishes from the table, dad was putting out the fire and Hay went to take out the dessert which constituted tubes of ice-cream. While I on the other hand was cleaning the grease that spread on the table while humming a song.

"Harold, John" I heard a loud scream from the kitchen and plates crashing on the floor. My brain took few seconds to processes why Harvey was shouting, before relaying to my means of locomotion to speed to her. By the time I came out of my semi unconscious state, I was alone in the patio. I ran to the kitchen and the scene I saw made my body turn cold, my limbs turn numb and my face turn pale. 'No it can't be, not her'. A large pool of blood was found on the floor, so much blood. I assume it came from my mother. My father was rushing with her outside through the garage door. Hay was nowhere to be found. 'Not her too'. Someone drag me from behind which startled me.

"Let's go. Be fast, it's not the time to dream. Your father is waiting for us." Relief flood through me knowing that Hay wasn't hurt too, but it wasn't enough to remove all the pain I am feeling. It was only enough to bring me out of my daze. We rushed to the hospital with mum unconscious in the back seat. We rushed to the hospital and she was taken to the emergency unit and later taken for surgery.

We are waiting for the outcome of the surgery for over five hours now. I don't know how Hay coops with all this. I wonder who the female is between us. Sometimes she has more testosterone than me, and precisely this is the moment. I continued sobbing until slumber.

When I woke up, my father was seating by us and Hay was calm looking in space. I saw a doctor approaching and we all stood up to meet him half way.

"How is my mother?" "How is Irene?" "How is my wife?" We all said in unison startling the physician who took a step back due to our assault. He cleared his throat to regain his composure, putting on a neutral façade revealing no emotion. I felt more scared for my mum I can't lose her.

"Your mother and wife loss much blood and we had to do blood transfusion..." Before he cold finish his sentence my father voiced out "Where is she? Is she okay? How is the baby?" anxiety leeching off his voice.

"Please stop interrupting me and let me finished." He took a brief pause before continuing his speech. "As I was saying, the blood loss is due to her molar pregnancy." He looked at or confused faces, we had no idea what a Molar pregnancy is. "In fact she was not pregnant." What is this physician saying? Is he sure he knows his job? Hay and I went to two prenatal checkups and he the last year obstetrician intern told us that the baby was fine. He didn't say there was no baby. The symptoms couldn't lie, the morning sickness, the big belly. In addition to that, she did ten pregnancy tests and one blood test for pregnancy which all came positive. To reassure you I am not a creep, I got the information for the tests from Hay who assisted her during the exams.

"This was caused by a hydatid mole or a molar pregnancy. Your mother's egg was fertilized by two sperms to form a non-viable fertilized egg which was implanted in the uterus and has fail to come to term. But this egg acts as a normal fetus thus the misunderstanding." Shit I am confused with all the Medical language. What I got is that she wasn't pregnant but she had the symptoms for a normal pregnancy. "An abnormal embryo was formed which began to grow and didn't survive. It is understandable that your obstetrician didn't recognize because it is a rare condition." He cleared his throat which I assume was dry. This doesn't tell us the condition in which my mother is.

"And now how is my wife?" he asked our greatest question. "She is stable, in the recovery room. Your wife is very lucky that her situation didn't become malignant. It was just a partial mole, we removed her uterus by chirurgical suction..." whatever he said next I didn't listen anymore. My mother couldn't give birth again, her uterus was removed. I sobbed internally, as I watched my father moving away with the medical doctor.

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"That's how and why I found myself sobbing on Hay's lap in the hospital's waiting room." His eyes were wet with unshed tears. I wanted to cry too, what happened to Irene was so awful, I am glad that Harvey was with him. Even Hay had her own share of sadness, how can a parent treat his own child as an experiment? I give her credit for that, she stayed strong despite all that and she is very successful. I bet her parents are very proud of her and her father is eating back his words.

"She stayed in the coma for two weeks. I saw hell during those days, I lose weight and I did not go to school, I stayed by her side with Hay and Dad. After twelve days, I was losing hope that she would get up. That's when Hay slapped and scolded me not to lose hope. I burst into tears like a crying baby and that's when she kissed me. That was our first kiss, in fact my first kiss and hers too." He raised his head and smiled at me.

Was I supposed to smile after he told me that big piece of information? His fucking best friend gave him his first kiss, what else? I will discover she was his first girlfriend and his first lay? That's great I want to run and cry on my pillow. How am I going to coop with that? Now my judgement is clear she is still in love with him and my place isn't here.

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Well well well my fellow readers, i am sorry for the late update but i had "Un coup de blues." My mood wasn't the best and i couldn't write interesting things. The next chapter is comming within the week, i am already half way throught it. i hope you enjoy this one.

i wrote it in a hurry just for you all, it needs major editting. Hope you enjoy these four and a half page and the three thousand two hundred and thirty one word chapter.

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