What happens when a good girl meets a bad guy?

Chapter 15

Today is a big day. Well not really but it's one I don't want. No Andy and I aren't divorcing or any of that shit. I'm getting gastric bypass. It's where they make your stomach smaller so you can't eat as much. Can you tell I want to model again. Andy's parents came down to stay with the kids. I was told I would be in the hospital today and the next day.

We arrived at the hospital and got our room.

"That's a sexy gown you got there." Andy laughs.

"Thanks. You like that my ass hangs out the back."

"Maybe." Andy smirked.

I sat down on the bed and looked at Andy.

"Please. For good luck."

"Nope." Andy says denying my want to kiss him.

"Fuck you."

"Don't be made at me. Bad things happen when your mad at me." Andy says.

"Like what?"

"Giving birth."

"Shut up I love our kids."

"You didn't love them then." Andy says.

"You guys are a bit young to have kids. how old are they?" A nurse asks.

"Our daughter is 2 and our son is 1." I smile.

"Are you guys married?" She asks.

"Yep."Andy says.

"Ok let's get you some drugs." The nurse says giving me an IV.

I made kissy lips at Andy. Before giggling.

"Remember bad things happen when your mad at me."

"Like what?" Andy asks.

"I gave you 2 kids."

"And I never complained about them." Andy says.

I soon fell asleep and they took me back. When I woke up I was extremely emotional.

"I want Andy." I cried.

"You can have Andy in a little bit. You need to wake up first." A nurse says.

"I am awake." I cried.

"Wake up a bit more." The nurse softly says.

"I have to see him before he leaves." I cry half awake.

"I promise he won't leave without you." The nurse says.

My breathing started to pick up and I couldn't catch my breath. I was crying harder now.

"Calm down sweetheart your ok." The nurse says.

"No I need Andy." I hiccuped.

"You can see him in a bit." She says.

I started to feel light headed and my vision started to blur.

"No no no. It's happening." I said rocking in my bed.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" A nurse says.

"I need Andy. He's coming."

The nurse whispered something to the other nurse.

"It's ok. Sweetheart just breathe." She said.

"I can't." I cried.

I took fists full of my own hair.

"No no no."

Then black.

I woke up in the hospital. I wasn't in my room I arrived in but I wasn't in the operating room. I don't know where I am. The drugs wore off as well. I was crying as my head replayed what happened. 

"Do you need anything?" A nurse asked.

"I need Andy." I mumbled crying.

He left and a few minutes later returned with Andy.

Andy walked over to me and sat on the side of the bed.

"Hey baby girl." Andy says placing his hand on my knee.

"Babe he came back." I cried.

"It's ok. I won't let him get you." Andy said softly as he wrapped his arms around me pulling my close to him.

I held onto Andy as if my life depended on it.

Andy hugged me as I dug my face into his shoulder.

"Andy were am I?" I spoke softly.

"Your in the ICU. They want to make sure your ok." Andy says.

"Andy I want to go home."

"I know you do. You can leave tomorrow." Andy says.

"Do me a favor?"

"Yeah." Andy says.

"Go home and help your parents take care of the kids."

"I will. But I want to make sure your fine first." Andy says looking me in the eye.

"I'm fine." I say softly.

"Not convincing." Andy says serious.

"I'm fine. I promise." I say a bit louder.

"Ok." Andy says before giving me a kiss. "Don't read it all in one night. I don't know when you leave tomorrow." Andy says plopping they book I was reading in my lap.

"Thanks." I softly say.

"Your welcome." Andy says giving me another kiss before leaving.

I looked down at my lap.  'Paper Towns'. I opened the book to the page I last read. I smiled at my book mark. It was a photo reel of Andy and I from our wedding.

The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle. Like, I will proba­bly never be struck by lightning, or win a Nobel Prize, or become the dictator of a small nation in the Pacific Islands, or contract terminal ear cancer, or spontaneously combust. But if you con­sider all the unlikely things together, at least one of them will probably happen to each of us. I could have seen it rain frogs. I could have stepped foot on Mars. I could have been eaten by a whale. I could have married the queen of England or survived months at sea. But my miracle was different. My miracle was this: out of all the houses in all the subdivisions in all of Florida, I ended up living next door to Margo Roth Spiegelman.

Our subdivision, Jefferson Park, used to be a navy base. But then the navy didn't need it anymore, so it returned the land to the citizens of Orlando, Florida, who decided to build a massive sub­division, because that's what Florida does with land. My parents and Margo's parents ended up moving next door to one another just after the first houses were built. Margo and I were two.