I felt an arm go around me, pulling me up. “Kyle, come on bro, get up, let’s get out of here.” I staggered to my feet. “It’s gonna be okay man,” Derek said, opening the door of my truck.
I sat in and he hopped into the driver’s seat. “I’ve destroyed her Derek.”
He turned on the engine. “No, you haven’t. She’s not broken Kyle. She’s grieving,” he patted my knee. “And so are you man.”
I didn’t deserve his sympathy. “How can I be grieving for something I didn’t know I had?”
Derek sighed. “Just because you didn’t know you had it, doesn’t mean you didn’t want it and don’t miss it now that it’s been taken away from you.”
I didn’t feel shit comparison to Lee. She should have Derek’s sympathy not me. “I don’t deserve to feel sad, if I had been there…” I started, but he interrupted me,
“No dude, there was no hope. This would have always been the outcome. The baby could not have survived in the tube. Lee is lucky to be alive. It’s a fucking miracle it didn’t kill her.” I shuddered, blocking the thought from my mind. “But the one positive thing is that she’s still pregnant,” Derek looked at me seriously. “This could be it for her man, they removed her tube. Makes it harder for the future…”
I hadn’t thought about that. “Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit.”
Derek smirked sideways. “Are you finished displaying your wonderful comprehension of the English language? Because I wanna know the plan.”
Plan? “What plan?”
Derek sighed in disgust. “The plan where you find a way to fix this dinosaur sized pile of shit you’ve buried yourself under.”
I couldn’t think straight. My mind focused on the fact that Lee was pregnant. She was alive and carrying a baby, my baby inside her. “Got any ideas?” I asked.
I didn’t care what I’d have to do. I was going to get her back. And when I did, I was never going to let her slip away from me again.