Our Hearts Are Kept in Wicker Baskets and Porcelain Jars, chapter 7
*RECAP*
Adie is so over-reacting. There's no way in hell that the babies dead, I mean, its too far along... isn't it?
***
A few hours later, after tons of silent, tedious waiting, the doctors finally came in to tell us that there was, in fact, not a miscarriage, but there was something else.
*Billie's POV*
"Okay, the baby is doing great. It was just some bleeding, nothings wrong. BUT. As you already know, we did some DNA testing, for a check to see if there were any potential diseases, and, we found something quite... curious. The DNA of the baby does not match that of Mr. Armstrong."
I stared at the doctor, my eyes widening. "HUH," was all I could manage to say. I was waiting for him to grin widely, and say, 'JUST KIDDING!'. But, the look on his face was serious, and very sympathetic.
"What do you MEAN, 'doesn't match my DNA'!?" I asked, still dumbfounded from what Dr. Mitchell had just told us.
"Sir, its means that... and I'm sorry to have to break the news to you like this... or that I have to be the one to break the news to you at... your wife had been having an affair at the time of the baby's conception. This child... is not biologically yours, Mr. Armstrong. I'm sorry."
Dr. Mitchell turned, and left the room, shaking his head.
I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I glanced over at Adie, who had her head in her hands. I didn't feel sorry for her at all. All I could do was stare, coldly at the woman who I had loved, and cared for for nearly 20 years.
"Goodbye Adrienne," with that, I abruptly stood up, grabbed my keys and wallet, and exited the room. I strode down the white hallways. This was the same hospital that my children were born in. I began to pick up my pace, and I sped up to a run.
"Goodbye Sir!" the emergency room secretary called to me while I was leaving. I raised my hand, as a 'goodbye'.
I had my head down, I was staring at the ground. I reached my car, and a sudden wave of anger swept over me. I felt like hurting someone, destroying something. I raised up my leg, and swung as hard as I could, resulting in a large dent on the side of my car.
"FUCK YOU ADRIENNE!" I bellowed, my words echoing, seeming to go on forever, like they were heard around the world.
I swallowed. I hadn't cried in weeks. I drove home, the ride, to me, felt like it took an eternity. There was so much on my mind.
Jakey... we had forgotten to tell him we were leaving...
I pressed down on the acceleration; I was worried about my son...
I pulled up to our house just minutes later. Nearly hurling myself out of the vehicle, I ran up the stone walkway, and burst through the front door.
"JAKE!"
A tired child gaited into the foyer, "Well, there you are... No-"
"Jakey... your mom thought she was having some problems with the baby," I raised my eyebrows and bit my lip.
"Dad, what- what's wrong? Is everything alright?" Jakob looked stiff. He knew something was wrong... smart kid.
"No. Everything is not fine." I looked down at the ground and shuffled my feet.
I lifted my head up, only to see Jakob looking at me expectantly. I sighed.
"Okay. Mom's baby is fine."
"Mom's... baby... ? She's your baby too," Jakob was confused.
I bit my lips, and ran my fingers through my hair, and sighed.
Jakob's eyes widened, "Da...Daddy... " He came up to me and hugged me. He hadn't called me 'daddy' since he was five.
He was a smart kid. He figured things out easily- things were always painless and easy with this kid.
We stood there for a few minutes, just hugging, and both sobbing. It may seem a little strange, for me to cry so much, but I've been through a lot. It's okay to cry.
When Jakob and I pulled away, I headed upstairs, and he followed. We went into mine and Adrienne's bedroom, and sat on the bed.
The next thing I knew, it was 10 in the morning, and the end of 'Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure' was playing on the television.
The front door slammed shut.
"Oh jeez," Jakob whispered. He switched off the TV, and we both cautiously tiptoed down the stairs. Adrienne was in the kitchen.
"Get your stuff, and get out of my house," I snapped at her. Adrienne looked up at me.
"No. I'm not leaving. This is my house too."
"Hah. Fuck. That. Get out."
"I never did anything to you."
My mouth dropped open, "Never DID anything?! You got fucking knocked up by some guy that wasn't me!"
Adrienne stepped closer to me. Her hand flew up to my face. I started blinking my eyes, "FUCK."
She smirked at me, and my fists clenched.
"You would never hit a girl. I know you."
"Oh, really?"
Adie is so over-reacting. There's no way in hell that the babies dead, I mean, its too far along... isn't it?
***
A few hours later, after tons of silent, tedious waiting, the doctors finally came in to tell us that there was, in fact, not a miscarriage, but there was something else.
*Billie's POV*
"Okay, the baby is doing great. It was just some bleeding, nothings wrong. BUT. As you already know, we did some DNA testing, for a check to see if there were any potential diseases, and, we found something quite... curious. The DNA of the baby does not match that of Mr. Armstrong."
I stared at the doctor, my eyes widening. "HUH," was all I could manage to say. I was waiting for him to grin widely, and say, 'JUST KIDDING!'. But, the look on his face was serious, and very sympathetic.
"What do you MEAN, 'doesn't match my DNA'!?" I asked, still dumbfounded from what Dr. Mitchell had just told us.
"Sir, its means that... and I'm sorry to have to break the news to you like this... or that I have to be the one to break the news to you at... your wife had been having an affair at the time of the baby's conception. This child... is not biologically yours, Mr. Armstrong. I'm sorry."
Dr. Mitchell turned, and left the room, shaking his head.
I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I glanced over at Adie, who had her head in her hands. I didn't feel sorry for her at all. All I could do was stare, coldly at the woman who I had loved, and cared for for nearly 20 years.
"Goodbye Adrienne," with that, I abruptly stood up, grabbed my keys and wallet, and exited the room. I strode down the white hallways. This was the same hospital that my children were born in. I began to pick up my pace, and I sped up to a run.
"Goodbye Sir!" the emergency room secretary called to me while I was leaving. I raised my hand, as a 'goodbye'.
I had my head down, I was staring at the ground. I reached my car, and a sudden wave of anger swept over me. I felt like hurting someone, destroying something. I raised up my leg, and swung as hard as I could, resulting in a large dent on the side of my car.
"FUCK YOU ADRIENNE!" I bellowed, my words echoing, seeming to go on forever, like they were heard around the world.
I swallowed. I hadn't cried in weeks. I drove home, the ride, to me, felt like it took an eternity. There was so much on my mind.
Jakey... we had forgotten to tell him we were leaving...
I pressed down on the acceleration; I was worried about my son...
I pulled up to our house just minutes later. Nearly hurling myself out of the vehicle, I ran up the stone walkway, and burst through the front door.
"JAKE!"
A tired child gaited into the foyer, "Well, there you are... No-"
"Jakey... your mom thought she was having some problems with the baby," I raised my eyebrows and bit my lip.
"Dad, what- what's wrong? Is everything alright?" Jakob looked stiff. He knew something was wrong... smart kid.
"No. Everything is not fine." I looked down at the ground and shuffled my feet.
I lifted my head up, only to see Jakob looking at me expectantly. I sighed.
"Okay. Mom's baby is fine."
"Mom's... baby... ? She's your baby too," Jakob was confused.
I bit my lips, and ran my fingers through my hair, and sighed.
Jakob's eyes widened, "Da...Daddy... " He came up to me and hugged me. He hadn't called me 'daddy' since he was five.
He was a smart kid. He figured things out easily- things were always painless and easy with this kid.
We stood there for a few minutes, just hugging, and both sobbing. It may seem a little strange, for me to cry so much, but I've been through a lot. It's okay to cry.
When Jakob and I pulled away, I headed upstairs, and he followed. We went into mine and Adrienne's bedroom, and sat on the bed.
The next thing I knew, it was 10 in the morning, and the end of 'Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure' was playing on the television.
The front door slammed shut.
"Oh jeez," Jakob whispered. He switched off the TV, and we both cautiously tiptoed down the stairs. Adrienne was in the kitchen.
"Get your stuff, and get out of my house," I snapped at her. Adrienne looked up at me.
"No. I'm not leaving. This is my house too."
"Hah. Fuck. That. Get out."
"I never did anything to you."
My mouth dropped open, "Never DID anything?! You got fucking knocked up by some guy that wasn't me!"
Adrienne stepped closer to me. Her hand flew up to my face. I started blinking my eyes, "FUCK."
She smirked at me, and my fists clenched.
"You would never hit a girl. I know you."
"Oh, really?"
