Sacrifice

Chapter 23
     When I woke up I noticed the strong smell of antiseptic, even before I opened my eyes to see the fan slowly turning, I then noticed the warm hands engulfing my tiny ones, it brought a small smile to my lips cause its a warmth I have gotten accustomed to.
I then turned towards him, he raised his head, he had worry edge on his face, but it lit up when he took in my face, he smiled.
"You're awake" he said I just gave him a slight nod, he left I guess to call the doctor and I instantly missed his warmth.not long the doctor and two nurse walked in.
"How are you feeling" He asked using his stethoscope on me,
"Am fine" I said barely above a whisper, he gave me a slight nod, then move to the nurses and gave them some instructions before leaving, not long after they all left leaving me alone with Peter.
"I know it may sound like a lie, but damn you're beautiful even in this condition" he said and I giggled lowly.
"Where is the baby" I asked, am not an expert on this but am certain when a mother wakes up they show her the baby, I never allowed them tell me the gender cause I want it to be a surprise.
He kept silent with no answer, I asked again, he came closer I held my hand, this can't be good now am panicking, he gave me a sad smile.
"I don't know what better way to put this" he said, I tried raising my head to sea him properly but he held me down and sat on the tip of the bed.
"I think he wasn't ready for this earth" he said confusing me, I looked at him and he can see the confusion.
"Who wasn't ready" I asked.
"The baby went back to heaven" he said, it a moment for it to dawn on me, the baby died, he died, I toned Peter out. He kept talking to me, possibly consoling me but am too lost to hear him. I lost the baby, that's what kept repeating in my head.
"How" I finally asked. He looked at me, surprised at the auto tone I used, no emotions laced on it. He still answered anyway.
"They said he have positioned to come out 4 days ago, but you didn't feel the labour, so the position made him injest your excretion, even the water that broke, so when you gave birth to him, he is holding the last grasped of life, before anything could be done, he died" he finished not really looking at my face, I can feel the hurt in his voice.
I took a deep breath and said nothing, I turned to the wall with blank mind,
"Are you alright" he asked.
"Perfect" I replied.
Everything that happened from henceforth was hazy, I took my meds, we left after two days, the nurses sympathized with me, many other patients did, my greatest delimma was how to respond and not sound like am a witch. On our way home Peter kept trying to start up conversation to lighten the mood, I said nothing.
Getting home I have deal with the neighbors that visited, I discovered its best to just nod to whatever they asked or said to me. After they left in the evening and am alone with Peter, he kept trying to make me talk or show emotions, it got much that I left him and went to my room. After staying there alone for a while I saw as he slowly opened the door.
"The girl I know is different from the girl am looking at' he said, I looked at him, he seem tired I felt bad for making him look like shit. He walked towards me and sat on the bed close to me. He took my hands, it still gives me the electricity even in this situation, I stared at him, as we looked gazed. As if an invincible forced nudged me from behind I leaned forward and placed my lips on his.