Posted: December 25, 2014 in Uncategorized

A continuation from LOST CAUSE 6.
The heavens knew Sheldon was tired of always messing up. He hated promising her that he would do better then didn’t. He hated disappointing Mandy, and so with a heavy heart he drove home. He’d tried to get out of the party held at the office early, but hadn’t been able to. His extremely enthusiastic boss had made him stay to give a speech and when he was about to leave, some blonde bimbos had accosted him and demanded a dance. He’d tried to politely decline but they’d been insistent. And so once again, he wasn’t going to make it home for dinner with his family. His family.  He smiled despite the depressive feeling that was weighing him down. He was excited. He was going to be a dad. The thought has never fully registered in his mind. 
He was hoping it would be a little girl, he’d grown up with a bunch of four brothers who’d bullied him to no end. He wanted to spoil his little girl, although his normally reliable instincts told him Mandy wouldn’t be too thrilled about the idea of him spoiling their daughter. As he navigated through the cul-de-sac that led into their house, he supposed that he wouldn’t have a problem if it was a boy. He’d still be a dad either way. He pulled into the driveway and sat in his car for about five more minutes thinking about all the vague explanations he was about to give. God, he hated this.  Well at least the lights were still on.  That meant Mandy was still awake and probably wanted to talk. He sighed as he walked over to the front door and opened it with his keys.
“Babe, I’m home. “
He hung his coat near the front door and walked to the kitchen as he untied his tie. He stood still for exactly one second, eyes widened, all colour drained from his suddenly sweaty face as he took in the limp body of his wife lying unmoving on the kitchen tiles. Then he was all over the place, bending over her form. He turned her over gently and another bout of shock hit him as he stared at all the blood flowing from between her legs. “Bloody hell! The baby”
His breath came out in short, quick gulps like a fish struggling to breath outside water. She had a weak pulse when he touched the side of her neck.
“God, Mandy don’t die on me, “
“Where the hell is my damn phone” he felt for his cell phone in his pockets and dialled for the ambulance.
Horizontal wrinkles had appeared on his forehead and a chilling fear crowned with goosebumps filled him. If she died, it would be on him.This was his fault. More than ever he wished he’d come home early. Shit. He was such a screw up. With his hands to his face, a sob escaped shocking him as it penetrated the late night stillness. He didn’t think he would ever forgive himself if he lost either of them. The Incessant ambulance sirens shook him out of his sobbing stupor. He made a resolve right there and then,  should they die, he would follow soon.


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