Angels

Sometimes, things were amazing between Stan and I. The time after the fights, when he apologized and we made up was amazing.

I never even once considered birth control. I had never had to go to the doctor back home. I couldn’t even imagine being pregnant. When I started vomiting, it scared me to death.

“Acacia! Get in here,” Stan screamed from inside the house. I was painting peacefully and was feeling better that day. “What is it honey?” I asked him. “Who have you been sleeping with?” he asked commandingly. “Only you. I swear,” I tried to convince him. It was no use, he was already pissed. “Your pregnant,” he said. “No, I can’t be pregnant,” I tried to reason with him, but it was useless. He had seen me vomiting and instantly thought I was pregnant and was cheating on him. He’s insane.

Stan left that night. He didn’t move out, he just left me alone. I vomited all day the next day. When Stan didn’t come home that night and I still couldn’t keep a thing down, there was only one person to call. I dialed Rez’s number, and prayed Pink wouldn’t answer.

I was standing outside trying to get fresh air when Rez ran up to me. “Acie, honey,” he said as he pulled me into a friendly hug. I pulled away and said, “He left. He says I’m pregnant and that I cheated on him.” Rez promised to take me to the hospital the next day to find out if I was pregnant or not, and he stayed with me that night until I fell asleep.

The next morning, Stan still hadn’t came home, and I was very worried. Rez had made me an appointment with his wife’s OBGYN that delivered their son. As I got ready to go for my appointment, I noticed that I couldn’t get into any of my clothes. I pulled out some old baggy sweats and wore those.

Rez waited patiently for me while I was seen by the doctor. He didn’t ask any questions as we walked outside. I finally broke down and told him everyone was right all alone. I was pregnant, but it had to be Stan’s baby. I had never been with anyone but Stan.

Rez made me promise to call him if anything happened after I told Stan I was pregnant. I was so afraid as I walked up to the house and saw the lights on. “I knew you was cheating on me! You’re a whore. You are sleeping with a married man!” Stan started screaming.

“Just calm down, Stan. I’m sick and tired of your outbursts. I am pregnant and now it’s not about us, it’s about the baby. The child is yours and we can prove it with a paternal test,” I tried to convince him.

He was adamant that the baby wasn’t his. I made him move out that night. I couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t raise a child with this man. I was done with him. It would just be me and the child from now on.

I isolated myself from the rest of the world during my pregnancy. I let Rez know that Stan didn’t hurt me. After that, I didn’t contact him again. Of course, he called me to check in, but I assured him I was fine each time. He told me that he cared about me and loved me and just wanted me to be safe. I assured him I was. During those lonely days and nights, I mapped out the lot for a future house. I walled up the part that was to be a foyer and moved my bed and kitchen there. Finally, late one evening, I went into labor. I gave birth to a daughter that was as beautiful as her father. I named her Angelica Mae Flowery. Her name means inspiration. I will call her Angel for short. She is insane like her father and excitable like her mother. I found out while at the hospital that Stan has been institutionalized for his behavior. I’m really worried about Angel’s future with her daddy’s genetics.

I was very surprised when Angel slept through her first night at home without waking.

I got another surprise a few weeks later. There was a knock at my door. “Hey Acie. Do you know what today is?” It was Rez at the door with a big box. “No, um, Tuesday?” I asked, confused. “No silly, its your 35th birthday. I brought a party to you,” he said.

He was right. It was a great night with my old friends. I couldn’t believe I had forgotten my own birthday. Rez was an amazing friend to remember and make my day special.

Rez stayed around, after the crowd left to help me clean up. When he was about to leave, he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me in and kissed me right on the lips. I knew I shouldn’t, but I kissed back. We soon found ourselves on the bed. I stopped him before things got too out of hand. “Rez. Stop,” it took all my power to tell him to stop. He was gentle and sweet. Nothing like Stan. I didn’t want him to stop, but I had one question for him. “What about Pink?” I asked. He gently pushed me away and got off the bed. Angel was crying and he picked her up and snuggled her, but he didn’t answer me.

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Author’s Note:: I never ever post this many updates back to back and I usually let them sit to be proofread and then I reread them. If something sounds crazy or my grammar and such is horrible, I’m sorry.