Help Me Fly

What a bubble buster. Brian had to go and ruin it. But oh well, my Dad was here.

I tried to sit up, and finally after much painful effort, i was in a sitting position awaiting for my dad to give me a hug. Next to my hubby, my dad was my rock.

"Hi, Baby Girl!" My dad always lite up a room with his smile. He was a big ole teddy bear and i loved him for that.

Taking a seat on the other side of my bed, I noticed that someone was having trouble coming in the door.

Leaning forward as not to hurt myself, all I saw was long legs in black jeans, the torso and face were covered with about 3 dozen balloons in different shapes, sizes and colors. One hand clutched the cords together while the other kept hitting balloons.

"A little help, please."

Poor Jimmy, he had a big heart, but a small door. Both Brian and Matt went to help out, in an instant there was a whirl of hands and balloons followed by slapping and laughing. what a bunch of kids. But I smiled at the sight in front of me.

"Wait, Why don't we take a few in at a time." Brian, a voice of ideas.

"I never thought of that." Standing to his full height I saw his arm extend through a clutter of balloons, with a few ropes in his fist, handing it to anyone.

Grabbing the first group of festive colors, Matt mad his way over to the window, getting tugged back a few steps as the balloons were all stuck together.

Smiling to the site before me, I wish I could laugh with sound. These guys sure were entertaining.

"Um, guys this may not work."

"Then let the popping begin."

"NO!" Seeing Jimmy's feet disappear, but the balloons stayed. this could be bad.

"Brian, move!" Both he and Matt dodged out of the way just as the sound of feet running towards the door, and like a hurricane in came Jimmy. Catching the cords with him, pulling in the monster balloon jumble with him.

"SUCCESS!" Seeing me in my bed, watching with intent, he stopped his small celebration and walked to me. Handing me the bundle of cords, I saw his face light up as I took it.

“Hey, Beeze’s how’s ya doin?” He had some of the weirdest nicknames for all of us. How he came up wih them was beyond me.

All I could do was smile and shake my head. I was starting to feel loved again. With my hubby, I always felt loved from him. Now that he is gone, it felt like it went away with him. When you spend everyday with someone for as long as we were together, and everyday they tell you they love you and how beautiful you look even in sweats. The whole feeling just seems to go away. I knew that I had to go back home, I just didn’t want to. I had my studio, my pets, and my home. I hope Brian didn’t expect me to stay here for ever.

Not even realising that everyone was talking, I had just zoned out not paying attention to my doctor that had walked in.

“Well, Ivy your miscarrage was not a mistake. The fetus that had passed would not have made it an hour after birth. I am sorry to have to be the one to tell you this, but the other living fetus was taking all the nutrents and most of the oxygen. The fall you had was just a way for us to see how both of them were doing.”

“But she bleed before she passed out.” Brian was just as confused as I was.

“That is common with twins when one is taking all the nutrents from the other. Kind of like sibling rivlary, just in the womb. I will be honest with you. That this happened now, where the fetus could not handle it anymore, it would have been less painful on you mentally and physically then haing to give birth to a possible stillborn.”

Of course I couldn’t say anything, still having trouble with that, but if I could talk I would be speechless now, again.

“So it was going to happen anyway?” My dad had spoken up.

“I am afarid so.”

Well, hell.

The next afternoon, I was in a wheelchair, gripping onto the handles for my dear life as I was being pushed by Jimmy. How did he get that job? He kept popping wheelies; I swear he was going to drop the handles. After what seemed like hours I was outside the entrance doors.
“Alrighty, Ve-ve, time to go home.” Looking up at Matt, with hope, I hope he meant my home. I guess I should not get so excited.

“Um-I-uh.” He realised his mistake, I was not going to my home. I was gooing to Brian’s home. He had finished my room for me.

“Come on baby girl. Up and attem.” My dad, noticing the small mistake upset me even more, grabbed my hands and helped me stand up and get into the monstor suv.

Dad and Brian were shotgun with Brian driving. This was his gas hog after all. I sat behind my dad, next to the door. Jimmy was stretched out in the far back seat, and Matt was sitting behind Brian, next to me.
I think Jimmy was pretending to be asleep, his snores were pathetic.

“Grrr.” That was not his snoring.

“Who’s hungry?” Laughin, Brian glanced over his shoulder, at me.

Smiling at him, I think he got that I was in need of food.

“I'm Hungry!” See he was pretending to be asleep. All that we saw was his arm sticking up in the air.

“Jimmy’s talking in his sleep again.” Matt laughed.

“Am not.” He sat up to prove his point.

“Okay, were gonna stop to get food. So I say, Ivy your choice.” Brian wanted to play games. He knew what I wanted to eat.

“Come on, speak up.” Oh if I got the food I wanted I am gonna dump my drink all over his spiky head.

Looking over at my car neighbor, I saw he was not happy about his friends choice of words.

Reaching up, he smacked him on the back of the head, as my dad reached over and smacked him on the arm.

“What the hell?” he acted shocked, but he knew what he did. Coming to a stop at a light, he turned around and looked at me.

“Ok, Ivy I am sorry. Do you want your usual favorite?”

Nodding me head, with a smile, I held up two fingers. Meaning I wanted a sandwich and a drink.

“You got it.”

Pulling in drive through of the Golden Arches, Jimmy shot up from his ‘bed’, again braley missing the top of the suv.

“I want three tacos!”

“Dude, were at McDonald’s.” No matter he could always make me laugh.

“Oh, damn. Big Mac please. Bri-Bri, pretty pwease may I have a Big Mac?” He batted his eye lashed, puckered his lips as Brian looked at him in the review mirror. What a character.

“Fine, but you owe me, Hot Stuff.” Blushing and squealing like a teenage girl, Jimmy blew a kiss.

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