Everything was simply background noise, piercing white static the moment his wife walked over to him, fear plastered all over her face. He didn’t need to hear those dreadful words to know what was going on but this didn’t stop Teressa from telling him what was going on, sighing defeatedly.Â
Sore and desperate. Exhausted beyond compare and yet they found themselves in a scare once more. By now his mind was in autopilot as the rest of him shut down, finding the nearest seat to sit down on. It never got easier. Time should have made it easier but even as hopeless as they were, the slightest proof of possibility teared Rico inside out. It was almost as if fate was teasing them, reminding them of the roads and pathways they could have crossed but never will. He was fine. He made his peace with it after finding out she was infertile. But then this would happen, Teressa coming to him and his whole world would turn upside down again.
Arm stretched, he reached out for her and pulled her into his arms, having her sit down on his lap. While the news ate at him, Rico was not unaware of how much these scares effected his wife. All he could do was hold her because he has learned that nothing he could ever say could comfort her during a hopeless cause. His forehead pressed against the side of her head, keeping his focus on her breathing because it was the only thing in the world that could calm him. Meanwhile his hand gently massaged Teressa’s back, doing whatever he thought could ease her even if just a little.Â
She was so sick and tired, of being sick and tired. Every time she thought she’d been pregnant, just like every time she’d actually been pregnant, her body when into overdrive with symptoms. That’s actually what made her buy the test in the first place, because it was the only way to whether or not she had to make another appointment. The truly terrible part was the hope, knowing that they’d come close once or twice, but it was never enough. One would think that all the loses would condition her not to feel it, but here she was again.
The life they led, and it being why they couldn’t adopt, now that she was prepared for, but a body that couldn’t cope? Why was it that every other woman she knew was able to have babies, and she just couldn’t? Sure, doctors had explained it all to her, but it never made her feel any less defective. Not to mention the strain it all put on the club, when they were devastated once again, and she in turn wanted to do damage to the world that seemed so against her. It had been a few years though, long before the move, and they were over it, past it; or so she’d thought.
She’d waited around for Rico to come home, not wanting to summon him and make things seem too important; at this point, they both knew it wouldn’t be. As she told him, it still didn’t feel real, the noise barely reaching her over the pounding in her ears. It wasn’t until he sat and pulled her down onto his lap that the world flooded back in again, and the dam broke. “Porra, desculpe, eu não queria começar a chorar.” She took a shuddering breath before shifting her weight so she could straddle him, bringing their bodies as close as humanly possible. “Are you okay? I didn’t want to pile more on top of everything, but I also couldn’t keep it from you.”