by Amy Brent
“Bathroom. Come on. Don’t you freak out unless there’s a reason.” Mallory stood and followed her friend down the hall and into the guest bathroom slowly as Rayna lined up her choices on the counter. She also placed a giant chocolate bar there and Mallory laughed as she started to cry again. She was alone when she tested as Rayna waited on the couch for her with the candy and she took a deep breath as she walked down the hallway.
“Few minutes.” They broke open the candy bar as they waited together and stared forward.
The test was as positive as it could possibly be and Rayna collected Mallory into her arms as her friend cried and lamented that this was a horrible time and that she couldn’t do this to Declan now.
“Maybe it’s the best time. Maybe it’ll give him hope and love and he’ll want all of this despite what happened. You guys aren’t coach and that won’t happen to you.” Rayna told her as Mallory sniffled heavily. They both heard the garage door open and she stared at her friend. “I guess you’ll find out soon.”
“What’s going on?” Declan asked, his face lined with pain and worry as he stared at the girls. “Did something happen?” His hair was longer now and messy and he looked like he needed sleep.
“Stay or go?” Rayna whispered to Mallory as she held her.
“I think I can do this. I love you.” Mallory told her softly, holding tightly to Rayna for one more hug before she stood to leave. “Deck, I have something to tell you.”
“Okay.” He sat down beside her with a glance at the half-eaten candy bar before he pulled her against him.
“That night that we made love without anything the first time…do you remember it?” He nodded as he remembered it out loud before giving her a soft kiss. “We made a baby. I just tested and it’s positive. I don’t know if it’s the worst time humanly possible or if you even want this right now but it’s happening.”
“Pregnant? We’re going to have a baby?” He asked in shock as she nodded with a fresh round of tears on her cheeks.
“I love you and I love this baby so much. I don’t want to be scared.” All of the men had been protective of their families since everything had happened but the only person that had kids was the other coach. “It can’t happen to us.”
“No, it can’t.” Declan told her as he turned his face to kiss her hard. He pulled her close and held her tight as he kissed her over and over through their shared tears. “I love you. Will you marry me, Mal?”
“I will.” They kissed again before they moved together to celebrate the life inside of her and the hope for their future. They knew that it would be better than everything that they had been through.
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Part II
SECOND CHANCE PART II
Declan blinked as a voice asked him for some money before he handed a bill to the cashier. She looked closely at him before she counted out his change and he could see the question in her eyes as much as the useless attraction. He thanked her in a monotone voice as he took the coffee and left the cafeteria. Doctors and nurses rushed the halls of the local hospital as he went to the elevator and pressed the button. Nothing registered except the thoughts racing through his mind.
Six months.
That was how long ago Mal had changed his life by telling him that she was pregnant. It had been fast for both of them, so fast. He was the player and Mal the girl that had never seen herself as someone in a relationship such as theirs. What the fuck happened to all of that?
He stepped into the elevator as it dinged loudly and pressed the button to go to labor and delivery. He pictured her face, bruised and soft in sleep just like he’d left her. Declan sighed and closed his eyes as he forced his hand not to crush the hot coffee that was probably the only thing that was keeping him alert at this point. He just wanted to crawl into her bed and hold her until he made all of this go away. He got off and went down the hallway to be let into the one section of the hospital that was supposed to be happy and full of hope.
He pushed the door of the room open to see Mary and Rayna sitting in the chairs beside Mallory as they whispered softly to each other. Rayna looked up with red eyes and stood when she saw him. “I’m so sorry, Deck.”
He shrugged as they took turns hugging him before he took the seat to her left without even asking. Declan needed to see the door and needed to know everything that was happening around them. “He just ran the light. Didn’t even stop and she didn’t see him coming,” he mumbled almost incoherently before taking a long sip of the coffee. Mallory had been in his SUV driving home from school when she ‘d been hit and pushed into a pole. Emergency crews had been on the scene quickly and taken her here, but the baby had not survived. Their daughter Lindsay was dead and he felt tears roll down his cheeks. Mallory had a broken arm and some other injuries that she’d survive but the impact had just been too much for their baby. “I should have been driving her. Things might have been different.” He normally did, but there had been a late practice and he’d tossed her the keys to the car before kissing her lips and her stomach goodbye.
“Don’t, Deck. Don’t go back like that.” Mary urged him as she wiped her own tears away. “This isn’t your fault. It isn’t Mal’s fault. It just is.” She wept as she spoke, dropping into the other chair as she took Mal’s hand gently.
They had all been in the room when she delivered their stillborn baby hours ago. Mallory was hysterical and it had taken Mary’s voice and Deck’s hand holding hers tight to get her through the ordeal. Her screams still filled his ears as he felt the room spin and Declan shook his head slowly to try and stop it. Both of the women started to cry again and he rested his head in his hands slowly to try to shut it out. He wished that he’d been sedated like Mallory. She needed to rest and heal and he’d agreed to it along with Mary. It was the best idea and she wasn’t living this hell right now.
Not yet anyway.
“Deck?” He heard his gram at the door and looked up as she stared sadly at him. “Oh, baby. I’m sorry.” She came to where he was and hugged him tightly as he cried brokenly in her arms. “He’ll be in. He’s parking the car outside.” She sat down in the chair that Rayna brought over and cupped his face in her hands gently to look at him. “How is Mallory?”
“She’s hurt but she’ll be okay. They want to keep her here for about a week and just have an eye on her.” He looked at his gram and took a deep breath. “She’ll never get past this. She was so worried when we first found out about…the baby that we wouldn’t make it. She thought we weren’t enough. Mal had just started to relax because she was doing so well with the pregnancy and we were going to finally move in together. Now that’s all gone.” He pulled his gram close and cried again. “It’s all gone.”
His grandfather joined them which was when Mary and Rayna left the room to give them some privacy. “How are you holding up?” His grandfather shifted his gaze from Mallory to his grandson as he took in his appearance with a frown.
“I don’t know. It’s still so fresh and I can’t believe it.” Declan replied dimly as he blinked slowly. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and clicked on the pictures that he’d shot of the baby before they took her lifeless body away. The parents had been offered more time and they’d denied it though it might be something that they regret later. “Here she is.”
His gram burst into fresh tears as she looked at the images of the baby wrapped in a blanket and being held by her grieving parents. “I see a lot of you in her face, Deck. I’m so sorry. She’s beautiful.”
“I think she looked a lot like Mal.” His voice was cold as he spoke and the older couple looked at each other slowly. “That’s all we have of her and the urn when we get her…” He shook his head. “That’s all I will have to remind me of the life that I wanted so much.”
“You and Mallory still have each other. Don’t ever forget that.” Gram told him as he looked blankly at her. “You two can make it through this…you love each other so much.”
He didn
’t know anything as he looked at his sleeping fiancée, her diamond ring on her left hand the only reminder of what they once shared. It was even dull in the light of the hospital room, which was glaring and artificial.
Declan had to balance his time the rest of the week between the hospital and school. Everyone was understanding of his circumstances and willing to give him some time off, teachers and the team both, but he needed to stay busy. He needed to distract.
Every time he was in that room looking at the shell of the girl that had been so passionate, Declan only felt guilt and sadness. She was sleeping a lot due to the heavy sedatives they had given her, so he was spared of conversation with Mallory which was both a relief and a curse. Nobody would understand their loss quite like Mallory, which was causing him to hold a lot of feelings in. Had he been talking to her, Declan would face reality.
The week came to an end and they lightened up the medication to see how Mallory was doing. Declan was waiting with Rayna and her family in the waiting room so they could focus on Mallory and he couldn’t keep himself from pacing back and forth. He had talked to the doctor about some of the rules for the following few weeks, such as no sex or intimacy while her body went through the natural process following a birth. Declan couldn’t call it a birth in his mind and he tried constantly to get the images out of his head at night when he was trying to sleep. There were other things but he was more than willing to care for her while she got better. He thought about the card at home with the therapist’s name for her to call to get through the devastating pain she would be facing and frowned.
Declan didn’t know what to do as he kept glancing towards the hallway that the doctor would be coming from to tell them how she was. He looked back at Rayna and her family, who looked as devastated as he felt right now. They would be a huge part of her recovery, especially Mary. She was like a mom to Mallory and ready to do anything needed to help her. Declan caught her gaze and forced a weak smile at the woman who loved Mallory as much as he did. He needed to thank her for everything once he could find the words.
The doctor came down the hallway an hour later and they gathered around her as she looked around the group with a sympathetic gaze. “She’s awake and quite emotional about the situation at the moment. She’d healing well and I think she’ll be able to go home in the next few days to relax there. Her injuries are impressive considering the accident and there will be no serious long- term effect from any of them apart from a few aches and pains.” She took a deep breath. “I would recommend a chiropractor once she’s up to it, which isn’t typical of a doctor. I would just rather see her get that taken care of in another way than taking pills for pain. Declan knows some of the other basics as well, but I’d like to see her in the care of someone while she gets through this hard time.”
“Can we see her?” Declan asked as she frowned thoughtfully.
“I think that she needs a bit of time to herself. I’m so sorry. I know that it’s been a long week for all of you but Mallory is distraught right now. I am going to send someone in from psych to talk to her about it but perhaps you should all return tomorrow.” Her brown eyes were very apologetic as Declan turned on his heel to leave the hospital. He hurried through the heavy glass doors as they opened and blinked in the bright sun violently.
How could it be like this outside when his life was falling apart? He ripped his messy hair down from the band that held it back and strode to his car with shaking hands.
Declan drove to the one place that he knew he could escape this. Once he’d parked the car, Declan walked into the dim light of his former favorite bar with a sigh of relief in the darkness. This is what he craved. “Hey, stranger,” Keagan called from behind the bar with his familiar warm smile as Declan looked over. “Where have you been?”
“I don’t know.” Decline replied as Keagan took a closer look at him. “The usual, Keg. I need some liquor in my system fast.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Keagan asked in his light Scottish accent as he grabbed a heavy glass and poured his best whiskey into it easily. He leaned forward and looked at his friend with serious green eyes as Declan looked back at him.
He downed the whiskey in one long sip and slammed it back onto the bar as Keagan stepped back. “More.”
Declan was dizzy when he felt someone sit beside him and he blinked slowly as he felt his pain seem to disappear within his body. “Deck. It’s been a while.” He knew the voice but his memory was blank.
“Merry, leave him be. He’s got something heavy on his mind.” That was Keagan. Declan leaned forward and rested his head in his hands as he took a deep breath. “I called Rory to come and get him. There’s no way Deck is getting into a car this drunk.”
“I could take him.” Her light voice spoke up again and he tried to place it.
“Fuck that. You’ve been drinking yourself. I’m calling you a cab and he’s leaving with Rory.” Keagan shot back as Declan slipped forward to rest his body against the wood. “Shit. What the hell happened to you, Deck?”
He came to in a car and looked around slowly as Rory was pulling up to his house. “Welcome back.” His friend said dryly as he met Declan’s gaze. “Your ass is going to bed. I don’t know if you were trying to drink yourself to death or not, but the tab is covered.”
“Thanks, I guess.” Declan told him as Rory got out and helped him into the house. It was still very much his with small touches of Mallory here and there and Declan stumbled to the kitchen for a bottle of water. The sight of the ultrasound picture from their first visit stopped him in his tracks and he let out a sob. “Fuck.” He tore it off of the fridge and threw it on the ground as Rory came up to grab him. “She’s fucking gone.”
“I’m sorry, Deck. I know what happened today and I am so sorry that this happened.” Rory told him in a broken voice as he took his best friend to his room. He was in close contact with Rayna’s family about what was going on since Declan had shut himself off so much. “You’ll see her soon, it’ll all be okay and you’ll find your way back together.”
“How? We’ve lost everything.” Declan replied angrily as he threw himself onto the bed. One inhale and all that he smelled was Mallory’s sweet body spray and her coconut mint shampoo. Declan gripped the pillow tightly as he smelled it again and tried to fight the memory of them from the last time she was here. She’d finally agreed to start really packing and move in as well as to setting up Lindsay’s room.
That was the day before the accident. Mallory had been so uncertain of their future following the news of the pregnancy and a part of him would give anything to go back to that day. He’d do everything different from the beginning to prevent that accident from happening. “Just give it time,” Rory suggested as Declan curled his body up on the bed and remained silent. “Get some sleep, buddy. I’ll be on the couch.”
Declan woke up with the sun shining into the windows and rolled onto his back to look around. He could still smell her in the room but Mallory wasn’t here. He felt his stomach clench and placed a hand on his forehead as pain throbbed behind his eyes. These was the sure signs of a hangover but he hadn’t drunk that much in a few months.
Where was Mallory? Shouldn’t she be yelling at him right now? She hated it when he drank too much.
Declan stumbled out of bed to get some water and aspirin before he made the smoothie that always helped his hangovers. He walked slowly as he took slow breaths and glanced into the living room to see Rory sleeping on it with a blanket pulled over his body. What the fuck? Declan kept going into the kitchen and grabbed the water before his eyes moved to the floor to see something crumbled up and sitting in the middle of the floor. He grabbed it before he got the bottle of Advil and opened it to down a few pills with a large gulp of the refreshing water.
Declan unfolded the paper to see the ultrasound as fresh pain filled his heart. Mallory…she might see him today. He grabbed the counter as the room spun around him and took several hoarse breaths. “Calm down, Deck,” Rory tol
d him softly as he stood beside his best friend.
“I forgot for just a while. I was coming out to find Mal and…” Declan’s voice trailed off slowly.
“You’ll forget a lot when you drink as much as you did last night.” Rory had a serious tone to his voice as Declan slowly glanced at him. “Cut this shit. You need be strong for your girl, Deck. You have a lot going for you beyond all of that. Don’t fuck it all off.”
“I don’t know how not to do that.” He admitted as he opened the water and sipped it. “I feel like shit.”
“Get some water down and take a shower. We’ll attempt food after that and you can try to go see her.” Rory suggested as Declan nodded.
Declan managed to get a cup of coffee down and took a long hot shower as he tried to force his stress out of his body. The water ran down his skin as he soaped up and cursed the memories and emotions that were taking over his cock. Declan missed Mallory so much in every way possible but at the moment, he played back one of their many times in the shower.
Once they’d eased into a relationship and after she found out she was pregnant, the hormones had kicked in hard and she had been willing to have him all of the time. The shower was a favorite for Mallory and he groaned as he reached down to stroke himself sadly. It was nothing like what he wanted and Declan only felt disappointment when he came all over the shower wall with tears in his eyes. He rinsed the conditioner out of his hair and turned off the water slowly before he stepped out into the bright room.
Declan brushed out his hair and pulled it back before he wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped into the bedroom. He threw open some windows before he slipped into some worn jeans and a long- sleeved Henley and stared into the mirror. The circles under his eyes were prominent and Declan shook his head slowly before he grabbed some Converse from the closet.