I quickly put my shirt back on due to the sudden noise in the house. I was the only person at home and I was not expecting Charles for another two hours. I stepped out into the bedroom and grabbed a pair of shoes and my metal soft ball bat and went to investigate. I opened my bedroom door slowly and peeped out into the hall way. I slowly and quietly crept down the hall and went looked into the living room only to find a burglar packing our stereo into a bag piece by piece. I came up behind him and whacked him in his back. Not only was he surprised by the blow but he was surprised to see me standing over him. I aim to hit him again but he caught the bat in mid air and shoved me with it. I fell backward and hit the sofa. As I lay on the ground slightly dazed, I began to think about my son and my husband. I thought about the good times that we had together and I hoped that James was doing fine at his grandmother’s. He was due to return in a few days and I was planning to bake him a small cake. I was pulled out of my day dreams by the feel of the robber getting on top of me and touching my face. I was startled and tried to move away from but he was too heavy. The next thing I knew, he slapped me really hard across my face. It felt like my eye was going to explode out of the socket. I also felt a trickle of blood at the side of my mouth. He then slapped me on the other side of my face. I looked him straight in the face and said “You will not get away with this. You will be found and thrown in jail.” That must have pissed him off because all I saw next was a rolled up fist coming at me.
Beep! Beep! Beep! That was the sound that I woke up to. I struggled to open my eyes but the one eye would not move. It seemed that my right eye was swollen shut. I let my mind travel back to the robbery and I remember being hit with a fist. I opened up my other eyes and looked to see where I was. I was in a hospital room somewhere. I also saw Christian sitting in a chair gazing out the window. I was feeling a bit thirsty so I cleared my throat and the noise alerted Christian that I was awake. He came over to me and said “Hi. How you feeling? The doctor has been here and he said that he would come back in a bit. Here, let me get you some water.” Christian got me a drink of water and I asked him how did I end up here. He sat down in the chair next to me and said that as he pulled into our drive way, he noticed that the door was wide open. So he came into the house to find me on the ground in the living room knocked out with my face starting to swell and our stuff missing. So he called 911 and told them to send an ambulance and police. I asked him how was I out. His reply was about three hours. Then I asked if the doctor said anything about my pregnancy. Christian informed me that the doctor was aware and that he would be back to relay any news. It would be another hour before the doctor came back in to see me. When he arrived, he came into my room and picked up my chart. He looked it over and said that everything looked ok but that my blood pressure was a little high so they would keep an eye on it and that I should heal up just fine. I then asked about my baby. He smiled and said that the twins were was not disturbed by my ordeal and that all I needed to do was rest. I looked at Christian and from the look on his face I could tell that I had some explaining to do.
As I was thinking of what to say, he looked at me and said “Well? Explain.” I began by saying “I knew about the twins since I had my first doctor’s appointment. I could not think of a way to tell you because now there are two children to think about instead of one and we have yet to determine a father. I just did not want to make the situation worse so I kept quiet”. Christian looked at the floor, took a deep breath and said that he needed some time to digest this news but that he would be back later to check on me. He left my hospital room without another word.
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