“Beautiful night.” He said, pushing the screen door open, passing through the mist offspring of the crisp evening air and balmy domicile heat. She made a light sound of disinterest in her throat as he droned on about the stars until he realized no one but the moon was listening. She sat quiet on the porch swing intent on the life altering object in her hands.
“What’s wrong love?” he probed knowing the answer.
“Negative!” she scream gasped tossing the failed test into the gloom of the night as aqua stars began glistening down her cheeks. He scooped her up from the dark simultaneously taking her place on the swing.
His words embraced her, “We’ll try again then.” He trailed off as he kissed away her tears. Not the best position for making a baby she thought, but the passion was there. The love was there. The swing creaked with life increasingly, felt release and then fell dead silent.
“Vincent?” She whispered, feeling his body fall heavy. Bringing her hands to his jugular her heart stopped as she dismounted and ran to dial 911.
“Heart attack, miss.” She heard through the clouds they had just created as the zipper was pulled over her husband’s smiling face. “He went happy I think.”
The month that followed passed by still covered with the clouds; funerals, attorneys, I’m so sorries and condolences. She almost didn’t notice when she missed her monthly that month. Awoken she pulled a test from 8th bulk pack of pregnancy tests that had taken permanent residency under her sink back when she and…
She tore open the package stopping her thought train at his name. One minute, two minutes, three minutes, an eternity, positive! Impossible she thought, a miracle, a cruel twist of fate, and a baby she mused, a tiny piece of him.
She opted for a natural pregnancy. Nature had made this baby. The late-twenties couple had refused scientific interference when they began this journey four years prior and now alone Anna planned to keep it natural. No doctors, no drugs, no hospital. Just two women and a baby just like in the old days, just like he would have wanted.
The months whizzed by spun by the life that now twirled, twisted and hiccupped away the pain of her loss. By the 38th week of her pregnancy Anna could hardly contain her new found appreciation for existence. She never ignored the beauty of the night again.
It was on another beautiful night that Anna went into labor. It was all hollow’s eve. The pain started sharp, tearing and fierce. She dialed her midwife before going into the practiced pain management techniques. They weren’t working. The pain increased, sharper as if her very body were being torn apart. This being her first labor she now had a new respect for other mothers. She never knew contractions felt like this.
She knew her midwife was a long way off. They hadn’t planned for an early labor. For hours the pain kept on and blood dripped from Anna. She felt weak and dizzy but loved. This was it. Vincent was coming back to her.
With a final ripping contraction the pain hit shock inducing levels. Anna fell with a shriek to the floor watching her abdomen as her eyes hazed over. One tiny, decaying, blue-ish hand now stuck extended from her womb, reaching, reaching for her.
“What in the hell happened?”
“Baby is gone, looks like someone tore it out of her.”
“If they were after the baby why’d they tear out her brain?”