Post by Mercy Rhodes on May 23, 2009 10:29:31 GMT -5
Mercy had made a sudden break for the bathroom. Jacob watched her like she was crazy as she ran past him and into the hallway bathroom, throwing up in the toilet. She felt horrible and quite sure she was sick. She felt constantly nauseous and sick. It was the third time she had thrown up that day.
Jacob was sitting in the living room, smashing a few toy cars together. Salem, the cat, hopped up onto the bathroom sink, meowing at her as she knelt in front if the toilet. When Mercy was sure it had passed, she flushed the toilet and went back out to the living room, lying down on the couch and watching Jake.
It was October and starting to get colder. Jake would be a year old at the end of the month. Mercy was lying on her side on the couch, a bit tired as she watched her son. She was wearing a pair of light jeans and a red shirt with a black, half hoodie like thing over top. Her dark hair was straight and she had on black runners.
Aside from being nauseous and constantly sick, Mercy was also tired and fatigued. Tyler not being home very often didn't help. She was with Jake 24/7 and never got a break. She loved her son more than anything, but she really needed a bit of rest. She could hardly get him to go to sleep and he was growing fussy most of the time. He missed Ty when he wasn't there. There were dark circles under her eyes. She held her tongue whenever Ty was actually around, not wanting to start anything. But she was getting tired of him not being around.
Once again, she was in the bathroom, throwing up rather violently. She held her head in her hand, rubbing a hand across her stomach, closing her eyes tightly until the feeling passed. As it did, she flushed the toilet and got up, rinsing her mouth out by the sink. She noticed there was no soap on the sink and sighed. It was one of those small things that just kinda bugged her. Everyone has those kinda things.
It was when she bent over to grab a new bottle of soap from beneath the sink that she saw it. The box of tampons. Mercy just kinda stood there for a moment, looking at the box. She closed the cabinet beneath the sink and kinda sank against the wall and down onto the floor.
She was counting. She had been so absorbed in everything around her, like Jake and just about everything... that she had forgotten about her period. She sat there with her head in her hands, counting backwards about ten times until she was quite sure. It had been about two or three months since her last period.
She felt numb as she got up and went into the living room. She picked up Jake and she took him out to the car, feeling a little out of it. She made sure to put him in his car seat and then drove off to the nearest drug store. When she got there, she picked upo the test and left, heading back to headquarters.
It was half an hour later and she was sitting in the bathroom, waiting to see the results. She felt anxious. Positive. She didn't believe it. The test had to be wrong. With that, she got up again and picked Jacob up in the living room, taking him once again out to the car. They took ten trips to the drug store, each test different yet coming out with the same results. Positive.
The only reason Mercy didn't go back to the store was because her car was out of gas. "Fuck..." was all she could manage to say. She was sitting on the floor again, tearing up. Great, what perfect timing. Ty was never home, Jake was only just about to turn one, she had gotten back into shape and had started training more with Dima again and now this. She had no one close to her enough that she would want to tell or speak to about it. Her aunt would have been the only one, but she was dead now.
Mercy was crying now, not knowing what to do. With Ty out all the time, she could hardly hand one kid let alone two. She was stuck and had nothing she could do. She couldn't even help the bitter thoughts that shot through her mind. She could tell Tyler, but she was a bit mad at him... even if she didn't show it. What would he care anyway? He was never home. He could hardly spend time with Jake, how would he manage his time for another baby?
She didn't think she could tell him anyway. Her throat was tight and she was growing emotional. She sucked it up though and went back out into the living room. She had a son to take care of after all.
Jake was growing fussy again. Mercy really had to put him to bed. The poor kid was exhausted, just like her, from lack of sleep. She picked him up and took him to his room, changing him into his footie pajamas. She tried putting him to bed, she really did, but he was practically crying his head off. Mercy was holding back tears of frustration and sadness, bouncing Jake on her hip and trying to calm him. "Jake, please go to sleep," she said, holding her son close. "For mommy? Please baby, just go to sleep..."
She held him close, kissing the top of his head and trying to calm him. He wouldn't calm down no matter what she tried. She took him out into the kitchen and heated up some milk for him, putting it into a sippy cup. He drank from it for about half a minute before he threw it down, wailing again. She couldn't calm him. "Please Jake, please calm down for mommy..." she pleaded, tired and frustrated. It was no use. It was getting late and they both really needed sleep.
Jacob was sitting in the living room, smashing a few toy cars together. Salem, the cat, hopped up onto the bathroom sink, meowing at her as she knelt in front if the toilet. When Mercy was sure it had passed, she flushed the toilet and went back out to the living room, lying down on the couch and watching Jake.
It was October and starting to get colder. Jake would be a year old at the end of the month. Mercy was lying on her side on the couch, a bit tired as she watched her son. She was wearing a pair of light jeans and a red shirt with a black, half hoodie like thing over top. Her dark hair was straight and she had on black runners.
Aside from being nauseous and constantly sick, Mercy was also tired and fatigued. Tyler not being home very often didn't help. She was with Jake 24/7 and never got a break. She loved her son more than anything, but she really needed a bit of rest. She could hardly get him to go to sleep and he was growing fussy most of the time. He missed Ty when he wasn't there. There were dark circles under her eyes. She held her tongue whenever Ty was actually around, not wanting to start anything. But she was getting tired of him not being around.
Once again, she was in the bathroom, throwing up rather violently. She held her head in her hand, rubbing a hand across her stomach, closing her eyes tightly until the feeling passed. As it did, she flushed the toilet and got up, rinsing her mouth out by the sink. She noticed there was no soap on the sink and sighed. It was one of those small things that just kinda bugged her. Everyone has those kinda things.
It was when she bent over to grab a new bottle of soap from beneath the sink that she saw it. The box of tampons. Mercy just kinda stood there for a moment, looking at the box. She closed the cabinet beneath the sink and kinda sank against the wall and down onto the floor.
She was counting. She had been so absorbed in everything around her, like Jake and just about everything... that she had forgotten about her period. She sat there with her head in her hands, counting backwards about ten times until she was quite sure. It had been about two or three months since her last period.
She felt numb as she got up and went into the living room. She picked up Jake and she took him out to the car, feeling a little out of it. She made sure to put him in his car seat and then drove off to the nearest drug store. When she got there, she picked upo the test and left, heading back to headquarters.
It was half an hour later and she was sitting in the bathroom, waiting to see the results. She felt anxious. Positive. She didn't believe it. The test had to be wrong. With that, she got up again and picked Jacob up in the living room, taking him once again out to the car. They took ten trips to the drug store, each test different yet coming out with the same results. Positive.
The only reason Mercy didn't go back to the store was because her car was out of gas. "Fuck..." was all she could manage to say. She was sitting on the floor again, tearing up. Great, what perfect timing. Ty was never home, Jake was only just about to turn one, she had gotten back into shape and had started training more with Dima again and now this. She had no one close to her enough that she would want to tell or speak to about it. Her aunt would have been the only one, but she was dead now.
Mercy was crying now, not knowing what to do. With Ty out all the time, she could hardly hand one kid let alone two. She was stuck and had nothing she could do. She couldn't even help the bitter thoughts that shot through her mind. She could tell Tyler, but she was a bit mad at him... even if she didn't show it. What would he care anyway? He was never home. He could hardly spend time with Jake, how would he manage his time for another baby?
She didn't think she could tell him anyway. Her throat was tight and she was growing emotional. She sucked it up though and went back out into the living room. She had a son to take care of after all.
Jake was growing fussy again. Mercy really had to put him to bed. The poor kid was exhausted, just like her, from lack of sleep. She picked him up and took him to his room, changing him into his footie pajamas. She tried putting him to bed, she really did, but he was practically crying his head off. Mercy was holding back tears of frustration and sadness, bouncing Jake on her hip and trying to calm him. "Jake, please go to sleep," she said, holding her son close. "For mommy? Please baby, just go to sleep..."
She held him close, kissing the top of his head and trying to calm him. He wouldn't calm down no matter what she tried. She took him out into the kitchen and heated up some milk for him, putting it into a sippy cup. He drank from it for about half a minute before he threw it down, wailing again. She couldn't calm him. "Please Jake, please calm down for mommy..." she pleaded, tired and frustrated. It was no use. It was getting late and they both really needed sleep.
