After Michael and I finished playing in the park, at the same time trying to cheer each other up, he walked me home. When we got to the door, he turned to me and pulled me into a hug, having his hand going up and down my back. I hugged him back, putting my head on his shoulder.
"Don't worry, Rebecca. Like I sinabi earlier, we'll try again once your wound is healed and those staples for the stitching are out." He said, rubbing my head.
"I'm afraid if and when we try again, my mom's gonna kick me out. She's a stickler for something like this." I said.
Michael pulled away and lifted my head with one of his hands. "If she does, I can always take you in. You're always welcome at Neverland."
I smiled and kissed his cheek. "Thank you so much, Michael. You are seriously the sweetest boyfriend I ever had."
He giggled. "Maybe your only boyfriend you ever had, huh?"
I giggled a little. "Yeah, actually."
He smiled a little and gave me a loving kiss. He released the halik and kissed my nose, making me giggle. He giggled as well.
"How long will the wound take to heal?"
I sighed. "A couple weeks...maybe a month. It was pretty deep from what the doctors told me. I was just lucky it didn't hit my spinal cord. I really thought our baby was gonna be alright...guess I was wrong."
A tear slid down my cheek and Michael wiped it away. He kept his hand on my cheek and stroked my cheek with his thumb.
"Don't you worry. Maybe it was a little soon for us. But we will try again, alright?"
I nodded. "Yeah. We'll try again."
"Good."
"Wait...what if my mom finds out about us trying again? She'll definitely kick me out for sure." I was a bit worried and a bit scared, too.
"Like I said, you're always welcome at Neverland." He giggled.
"Right. I forgot. Sorry."
He giggled a little and kissed my forehead. "It's alright. Well, see you susunod time."
"Right. See you susunod time, Michael. I pag-ibig you."
He smiled and gave me one last kiss. "I pag-ibig you, too." Then he got in the car and Bill drove him home.
I walked into my house and went into the living room, feeling alright knowing that Michael and I were gonna try again for making another baby. I was hoping that this one that we're trying for will survive. Hoping, wishing and praying this susunod one will survive, that is. I'll be doing the same thing once we do try again. That's a fact.
A Couple Weeks Later
My mom took me back to the hospital after I got tahanan from work to have the staples removed that way the cut could heal without them. We were waiting in the ER, me being bored out of my mind and my mom telling me that since I have a job, I could look for my own place. I only had about three thousand dollars since I was the smart one in the family to not spend so much of my money in one setting. It just wasn't enough for me to even afford an apartment for a while.
My doctor called out to me and my mom and I got up and followed him into a room. He had me lay on the bed, on my stomach, with my hair pulled up into a ponytail and the back of my sando lowered. He first numbed the tuktok of my back before he took the staples out. Once I couldn't feel anything, he removed the staples that held the stitching together. (Me: being numbed is kinda like being sedated for the day/night. To me, that is.)
"Okay. The staples are out. It'll take about 2 weeks to heal properly." The doctor said.
I sat up and got off the bed. He handed me a bottle of painkillers and I took it.
"This is only for pain. Got it? If and when the numbness wears off, and you feel pain, take one pill every six hours with milk."
I nodded at him. "Alright. Thanks." I said.
Then my mom and I headed out of the hospital. I smiled, knowing that once I was healed, Michael and I would try again for a child of our own. My mom looked at me and saw my smile.
"What are you smiling about, Rebecca?" She asked, a bit curious.
I looked at her and quickly shook off the smile. "I was just happy to get out of the hospital. And glad to not have those staples in anymore." It was my only cover-up for the time being.
"Okay then..."
My mom knew something was up. I was glad she didn't know Michael and I planned on trying again for another baby when I'm fully healed. Being free from that spell really has an advantage. Especially for me and Michael. My mom and I got in the car and soon headed home.
Returning Home
We just got tahanan and got inside. I went up to my room and left my door open, letting muffin come into my room. She jumped onto my kama and went to lay on my lap, letting me pet her head.
I sighed. "I don't know what to do, Muffin...if I get kicked out, what are they gonna do with you? Are they gonna give you away? Or will Michael let me bring you with me?" I asked her, pretending she could talk.
She meowed and purred and rubbed her head on my hand. I giggled a little.
"I know, I know. I'll ask him when I see him at rehearsals. I hope he wouldn't mind having an indoor cat around the house. Especially since he loves animals."
She looked up at me and meowed and it made me giggle again.
"I'm pretty sure he'll pag-ibig you, Muffin. You're just so affectionate."
She rubbed her head on my stomach and purred. I smiled a little and scratched behind her ear, making her purr more. I still found it strange how she was the only one, out of the litter of kittens, that never hacked up a fur-ball. It was interesting, though, how she never got sick. She was, in a way, kinda like me. Soon, I laid down and she laid on my stomach. Then, we both fell asleep.
The susunod Morning
I woke up at around 6am...Muffin being on the tuktok of my head. I moved a little and she woke up. She stretched her legs and paws out and jumped off the bed. I sat up and stretched my arms out and winced a bit.
'Gah, this early in the morning? Really?!' I thought.
I grabbed my bottle of painkillers and pulled out a pill. I put the bottle down and went out of my room and down the stairs. I went into the kusina and grabbed a small glass and filled it with milk, putting the pill in my mouth and drinking the gatas with it. Once I finished the milk, I put the glass in the sink and sighed.
"I'll have to bring the medicine with me to rehearsals with some milk. Nah, the gatas will spoil over a certain amount of time and I have nothing to keep it cold." I said, sighing. "What am I gonna do?"
"Do what you need to." Someone said.
I gasped and turned around to see my dad standing in the kusina doorway. I sighed in relief.
"Dad, you scared me."
He came into the kusina and stood susunod to me. He put his arm around my shoulder. "Sorry, Becky. Have to take those for your neck, huh?"
I nodded. "Yep. Exactly."
He told me that he could pick up a little carton of gatas and drop it off at the studio for me. I told him he didn't need to because I could pick one up during break, but he insisted, so I let him do so. I headed back up to my room and started getting ready for rehearsals. We had madami parts to perfect today and I was excited as can be.
At The Studio
I had just arrived at the studio and so did Michael. He saw me enter and he quickly ran up to me, putting his arm around my waist. I looked and saw him and giggled a little.
"Hey Michael. How have you been?" I asked.
"Eh, I've been alright. I had been thinking about our almost child." He replied, a bit of sadness in his voice.
"Oh? You have?"
"Yeah...anyway, what about you? How have you been, Rebecca?"
"Good, I guess. I have to take painkillers for my neck...every. Six. Hours."
He looked at me. "So you're almost healed?"
"Almost. I have 2 weeks until I'm fully healed...but I'm afraid it may take longer to heal."
"Alright. I'll see if I can wait."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh Michael, you strange man."
He giggled. "But you pag-ibig me, right?"
I replied sarcastically, "Sometimes I wonder." Then I giggled. "Yeah, I do pag-ibig you."
He giggled a little and pulled me to him and kissed my cheek. I smiled a little and we started rehearsals. Frank always looked at me and Michael and wondered what was wrong. We never actually told anyone that we had Nawawala our child sa pamamagitan ng form of miscarriage, because if we had ever brought it up, they'd feel bad for us. During break, though, he asked us what was going on and we had told him that it was nothing. He kept questioning us until we finally told him that we were gonna have a child, but Nawawala it because of the miscarriage. He felt sorry for us (Me: which we didn't like...) and wished us luck if we tried again. Soon, we went back into rehearsals, starting from the beginning and going through the whole short film.
After Rehearsals
I noticed, after the rehearsals ended, that my neck was getting dry and the marks Michael left were ipinapakita more. I realized my mom had ibingiay me a special lotion to rub on my neck every time it got dry and it was for helping the healing process for my cut...but someone had to rub it on the cut because I can't thoroughly get it covered with the lotion, even if I tried. Michael saw me sitting on a chair and came over.
"Need any help?" He asked.
I looked up at him and nodded. "As a matter of fact, I do need some help. Could you put some of this lotion on my cut? Please? Since you pag-ibig me?" I asked.
He smiled a little, giggled and nodded. "Sure. I'll help."
He grabbed the bottle from me and started putting some lotion on the cut and all around my neck. It made me giggle how he's rubbing my neck in a massaging way with the lotion, not just my cut. I closed my eyes, letting him continue.
"Thank you so much, Michael."
He giggled. "Not a problem. I'm always here to help my girlfriend. But if people ask-"
I cut him off. "Tell 'em that we're just good mga kaibigan and you're massaging the pain out of my neck."
He giggled again. "You read my mind." Then he stopped. "All done."
I opened my eyes and turned to him. "Thanks a bunch. What would I do without you?"
He smiled and helped me up. "You couldn't do anything. You would be bored all the time without me around."
I giggled a little. "That is true...Michael?"
"Yes?"
"How would you feel...if I get kicked out of my house and you take me in, if I bring my cat with me?"
He thought about it. He hasn't had an indoor cat before. "I've never actually had an indoor cat before, so why not? I'd be stoked to have an indoor cat at Neverland. I bet she'll be fun."
I smiled. "She is loads of fun. And she's affectionate. I'm sure you'll pag-ibig her."
"I'm sure I will pag-ibig her, too."
I smiled a little. He grabbed me sa pamamagitan ng my waist and kissed me deeply. I kissed him back, putting my arms around his neck. We released the halik and he put his forehead on mine, looking into my eyes.
"I pag-ibig you, Rebecca."
I looked back into his eyes. "I pag-ibig you, too, Michael."
He smiled and we released each other and got into the car and Bill drove me back to my house. During the ride, Michael and I discussed a bit on children and how many we'd want. We thought, since this would be try number 2, we'd be alright with one child for now. Then if we ever wanted another child, we'd wait until our first child was a bit older before giving it another go.
Arriving At My House
Bill stopped the car and I got out of the car. I closed the door and Michael turned and looked at me. I gave him a halik and smiled.
"Thanks for the ride. I'll see you susunod time." I said.
He smiled back. "No problem. See you susunod time. pag-ibig you." He said.
"Love you, too."
Then he and Bill drove off. I went up to the door and went inside. I went up to my room and looked around. It had been a long time and I just now realized that my room was actually cleaned and re-painted and everything.
"Whoa...I'm slow if I just now figure out my room was different..."
I sat on my kama and grabbed one of the Disney books I had on my shelf and turned on my music and started pagbaba Peter Pan, one of my all-time paborito books to read. (Me: It really is one of my favorites. I pag-ibig that book so much.) muffin came back into my room and jumped onto my bed, sitting susunod to me. She meowed at me and I looked at her and smiled.
"Got approval from Michael that if I get kicked out, you're coming with me, Muffin."
She purred and rubbed against my arm and I petted her head, continuing to read the book. She was excited to get to come with me if I ever do get kicked out. Michael was, too, when I had asked him about it. And so was I. I wasn't gonna leave my cat with my family. I was madami afraid of them getting rid of her than her dying of old cat age. One thing was for sure, though...I wasn't gonna be kicked out of the house without her...ever. She was coming with me regardless of wherever I went. But not to work or the rehearsals. One, my boss doesn't like mga hayop running around and two, she might have run away if I had brought her to rehearsals.