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Rhea

 

I let out a strangled kind
of sigh as I hold my head in my hands, my elbows propped up on my desk. Heels
clicking on cement pull my eyes to the open office door without too much
movement from my head. If I move too much, I'll probably get sick again.
"I think you should go home Rhea," my boss, Jenna says. Today was a
casual day at the Victoria's Secret where I was assistant manager and like me,
Jenna was in jeans. Her hands on her hips she gives me a concerned look, her
brows creasing over her big brown eyes. "Go home and get to the
doctor."

"Are you
sure," I ask, feeling the vomit try and come back up, swallowing hard to
keep it down. I can't make heads or tails of this because I was perfectly fine
when I was getting dressed for work this morning at five and my drive in hadn't
been any different. Lunch was when it had hit, the cramps and hot flashes. I've
thrown up three times so far. Jenna nods her head at me and I try to smile,
"Okay, I'll have Kendall come get me."

She leaves me, telling
me to say goodbye before leaving and I close my eyes, resting my forehead on
the cool metal of my desk. My chair creaks with every little movement I make,
the sound like fingernails on a chalk board. I wish Chad was here, I know I'd
feel better automatically if I could go home to him. It had been three weeks
since I watched him walk onto that B-52, my arms wrapped around Rosa, and I
have cried every night since. He hadn't called or Skyped yet and it was killing
me. I know, he's a SEAL. I know, he's out there saving people and catching bad
guys, doing his country's bidding, but damn did I miss him.

Dana, Chad's mom, has
been a great source of strength, occupying me on the weekends when I'm not
tending bar at Muncy's, taking me on shopping trips and to afternoon matinees.
I was usually exhausted when we returned home, camping out in the living room
of my empty house till Sunday afternoon when I would help Dana cook our normal
dinner. She is going to kill me when I tell her I came home from work sick.
"Ugh," I mutter, rolling my face over and opening my eyes to a
picture that sat on my desk.

It brings a smile to my
face, the scene before me, along with slight tears. It was Chad and I along
with Kendall and Harlan at the bonfire party that night at Harlan's family
farm. All of our arms were linked behind our backs, the bonfire behind us and
we all looked so happy. My head was on Chad's chest, his blue eyes locked on
the camera, seemingly reaching out to me even now. I laugh to myself
remembering that right after our friend had taken the picture. Chad had swung
me around pulling me close to his chest and kissing me long enough to get
whistles and shouts from everyone around. What I wouldn't give right now for
him to wrap me in those strong arms of his and kiss me till I'm dizzy.

About twenty minutes
later Kendall texts me saying she's out by my truck and I slowly pull on my
jacket, it being only forty degrees out today, trudging down the hall I lean on
the doorway of Jenna's office. She's typing away at her computer making next
week’s schedule. "I'm outta here," I mumble, trying to give her a
smile once more as she peers over her glasses at me.

"Alright hun. Go
see the doctor," she nods.

"On my way there
now," I wave, shuffling through the employee back door out into the chilly
day. It was abnormally cold for a Virginia February day, but the weather hadn't
been normal during the winter either. I wave at Kendall sitting in her
Volkswagen Beetle parked next to my truck and she smiles.

The car is nice and warm
as I slide in, getting a kiss on the cheek from my best friend. Her blonde hair
was down and curled, obviously done before she left her job at her mom's salon
to come get me, her tan perfect as always and her nails painted pink with
little red hearts. "Oh Ray," she said taking my face in her hands,
"you don't look good at all."

"I feel like
shit," I shrug as she pulls away weaving through the crammed mall parking
lot. "You gotta take me to Doc Young." She just nods knowing that I
must really feel like crap because I normally only go to the doctor once a year
to refill my birth control prescription. Doctor Becca Young's office was in the
next town over from Wakefield, being about twenty minutes from home so about
forty minutes from my job. I just sigh, too tired and queasy to talk and lean
my head against the cool window, watching the thruway fly by.

Thinking over the last
three weeks I have no idea how I've survived without Chad and I owe a lot to
Kendall, Dana and Harlan. Harlan and Kendall had moved into my old doublewide
about a week ago, keeping most of the furniture I had left behind and agreeing
to pay three hundred a month, plus taking care of their own utilities. They
spent a lot of time at my house though, watching movies and eating dinner with
me, sometimes accompanied by Brad Muncy or one of Harlan's little brothers. It
was nice, until they left and the house was empty again. Sometimes I would sit
on the couch for hours, just sitting there. No television, no radio, just
silence.

More nights than not, I
slept in the spare bedroom downstairs off of the staircase because I was too
emotional to sleep in the bed I had shared with Chad. When I did sleep
upstairs, just the smell of his pillow would bring tears to my eyes, anger
rolling through me causing me to throw the pillow across the room. My emotions
would get the best of me and I would climb out of bed, still sobbing and pick
up the pillow, hugging it tight to my chest and crawl back into bed to cry
myself to sleep.

I can't wait to talk to
him. The first thing I'm going to say to him is that I'm pissed off because of
those papers he left on my dresser. Getting home from the base later on his
deployment day, I found the bundle of papers he left on my dresser with a
post-it note on top telling me to read them and keep them safe. They were bank
papers, Chad's will, the deed to his land and the papers for his truck, all
with my name added to all of them. They made me feel as if he was thinking he
wasn't coming back. Dana had reassured me he had done it to make sure that the
resources he had were available to me if I needed them, that Chad wanted me to
be able to make decisions about the land if I wanted to. Maybe put up a barn
and get some horses.

That had broken my heart
because Chad knows how much I want to have horses and sheep, maybe even some
pigs. I wouldn't do it without him, I can't do it without him. Dana says I can
get the construction of the barn underway and the laying of fence line between
her property and ours, stretching all the way back to the tree line if I want.
I haven't really put much thought into it yet, but Harlan has volunteered to
help me when I need it. He's a great guy, I'm glad Kendall finally gave him a
chance and I have called on him once so far.

Last week I bought a
small patio set to put out on the cement space right outside the kitchen glass
doors. It was red metal, four chairs and a table with an umbrella. It was cute
and it looked great sitting out there still wrapped in the plastic. Harlan had
helped unload it out of the back of my rusty pickup. I hope Chad likes it, I'll
have to take a picture to show him or send him so he can see it.
God damn
,
I miss the hell out of that man.

Kendall is humming as
she pulls her car into the small parking lot of Doc Young's office, parking
next to Becca's bright pink Lexus. Becca was a mid-thirty-ish woman from New
York, moving down here after her husband joined the Air Force. He was a surgeon
who was currently in Germany right now working at an Armed Forces hospital. She
was a nice, personable woman who did general practice, answering any health
questions poised to her. Her receptionist, Darla, waved a small, plump hand at
us as Kendall and I came through the door causing the bell to sound.

"Hey Rhea,"
she smiled, handing me a clipboard and a pen, "you know the routine. You
sure do look down dear," Darla's brows creased over her almond shaped
green eyes, making her face seem even chubbier than it really was. She pushed
her black rimmed glasses up from the tip of her nose and paused in her typing
to look over me, as if she had x-ray vision. She was maybe forty with dark
brown hair, always kept in a messy bun with what looked like chop sticks
sticking out of it.

I just nodded at her and
took the board, sitting down next to Kendall with a sigh. She was already busy
flipping through a COSMO magazine as I filled in the simple questions about the
symptoms. When it came to the question about my last period I paused, drawing a
blank on when it had begun and ended. Reaching in my purse my hand searched for
my birth control container but my mind started to race when I can't find the
familiar round, beige dispenser. Kendall gives me a sideways glance,
"What's wrong Ray?"

"Nothin'," I
try to answer without sounding worried. She ignores me, her eyes back on the
article about Channing Tatum, but I'm reeling inside. I don't really have time
to think over this as Doc Young comes through the room, smiling at me.

"Come on," she
waves me to her, "you look white as a ghost."

"Yeah I've gotten
sick a couple times today," I hand her the clipboard, leaving my purse
with Kendall.

Becca leads me back to
the spacious exam room, directing me to sit up on the table and to roll up my
sleeves. I roll off the answers to her questions while she takes my temperature
and blood pressure, all the while the issue of my missing birth control running
through my mind. Come to think of it, I can't even remember when the last time
was that I actually took my pill. Saying my pressure and temp look normal she
hands me a little white cup, leading me to the ladies room to give her a urine
sample.

I do as told, in robot
mode, and place the cup in the little window where her assistant will collect
it from once I'm out of the room. Washing my hands I return to the empty exam
room, sitting on the edge of the table, my feet swinging mindlessly as I try and
not ring my hands right off my wrists waiting for Doc Young to return.

Looking around the room
my eyes settle on one of those anatomy posters that are so prevalent in
doctor's offices, but this one makes me freeze. It was a pregnancy one, being
an inside illustration of the womb, showing a growing fetus.
Oh man, am
I.....

"Well, good news
Rhea," Becca comes back in, a smile on her face and a folder of papers in
her hand, "you're pregnant!"

WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

 

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