Chapter 75 - Like not wanting to have sex?
Marc was sittingfortably on her hospital bed. She was bored as the news channel yed in the
background. She flipped onto the next page.. she was amazed as she browsed through the Met G
images. She had always wanted to be a fashion icon and maybe get an invite. Marc thought Jared
Leto looked great in gi so did Harry Styles. She was a big fan of the brand, her husband had
constantly surprised her with many giftsbeled gi throughout the years. They were not as rich as
Garreth or the Levetté''s but they lived a veryfortable luxurious life. Billy Porter has been a stunner.
Marc pursed her lips thinking about the next purchase she would make when Gi finally released
a new set of collection.
She did all this to avoid the main issue.
''She had tried to kill herself''?the words immediately rang like a horrid siren.
She was embarrassed beyond embarrassed. The look De had given her had sent her off her the
edge straight into the pool of guilt, she had been swimming in it ever since...
Marc couldn''t tell if she had been dreaming or if it had really happened but De had wished her
dead. De had disyed an insolence toward Marc.
She was appalled.
It must have been a horrible dream. De was a sweet girl, she would never say such things to her
mother. Marc knew that she had wronged her so many times but De never ever did that. Ad
was a sweetheart, no wonder Andre took advantage of her as well. That made Marc very angry.
Everyone took advantage of her daughter. It was very okay when she did it but not when everyone else
did. Marc found it infuriating.
It was just a dream.?She tried to convince herself. Marc chuckled thinking about how in the dream,
De had said she was pregnant with Andre''s child yet again. Very absurd!
''That would be very stupid of her!" Marc said outloud. She immediately sped her hand on her
mouth.
"That would be very stupid of her.." she repeated.
She could talk? Wait, she thought maybe she should try saying another word.
"Marc!" She said her own nameing out with ease. Alright, she admitted that was very easy. Wait
could she still speak her mother tongue..
"cómo estás"?She said, smiling as she realized, she was getting better this had all just been a shock.
Ofcourse she could talk. She couldn''t talk at first because she couldn''t find her voice and she was in
shock she just needed time to recover.
She then continued to say "Hijo de puta."?Which meant son of a bitch, just to see if she still had it. A
feeling of sadness immediately foundfort within her. These were the same words she use to throw
at... De. As a child even as of recent. She signed, feeling really guilty.
"Atleast you get to die in a presentable ce. I always feared you would die in some dark alley or some
ruined motel—"?These words kept ringing in her mind constantly. It genuinely hurt but no, De was
very sweet. De would never hurt a fly. Marc knew that no matter what she did, her daughter
always had her best interest at heart and she had a soft spot for her mother. De yearned to have that
motherly rtionship with Marc.
When the doctor came in. He spoke to Marc surprisingly she still kept quiet. She didn''t want to talk.
She wanted to be alone especially with the thoughts of why no one had visited her. She wondered how
was Lyle doing? Especially with Gerald, he must have taken out all his anger on her little boy. She
hoped that wasn''t the case. Sometime Gerald got a little carried away but luckily, he neverid a hand
on Lyle. She always took the blows for her son. Marc wanted to give her son a normal life. A part of
her saw Lyle as a second chance to be a better mother...
Marc was almost tempted to talk but immediately shut her mouth. It would be better if she continued
acting as if she couldn''t talk. Especially since she didn''t know what the reaction of her family and
friends would be. It was embarrassing, she never thought it woulde to this. It was just that she was
so afraid of Garreth, the way he had threatened to kill her and hurt his son.. it didn''t sit well with her.
She didn''t know what she was thinking. Gerald had just issued the divorce papers and left them on
their bedroom dressing table. She cried when she saw them... then her eyes interlocked with her
capsule of sleeping pills and she didn''t hesitate. She felt embarrassed because she had not thought
about her son being downstairs with one of the house maids. She just couldn''t imagine not being with
Gerald. She didn''t have a college degree, high school.. she dropped out. It was all just a mess, she
didn''t want to go back to selling her body in New York street corners where Gerald had found her.
She felt frightful because she had tried tomit suicide for losing materialistic things and not for any
other reason. She knew Gerald would win, he was after all a well knownwyer with his ownw firm.
He would take Lyle away... she didn''t stand a chance of winning Lyle''s custody. Gerald would mention
where he had found her and her previous drug use...
De could even be a witness against her, she knew Gerald was a pretty goodwyer and would be
able to pull a lot of strings. Marc couldn''t wait to be discharged, she could cook him a nice meal and
buy red lingerie... knowing red was his favorite color. She would prove to him that she wasn''t useless
just yet. Yes, old and in her forties but not useless. He couldn''t just discard her like that.
She was sure, Gerald had been wanting to leave her for a while. Especially with his nosy twin sister
who constantly had a lot of bad things to say about Marc. She was very sure, he found this as a
good opportunity to get rid of her.
When a nurse had informed her that someone had came to see her. She was very sure it was Gerald.
She felt happy as she tried fixing her hair even though she felt self conscious. She would be sure to tell
Gerald to pick up her make up bag and bring it tomorrow as well as her extensions. Her hair didn''t look
full or feel voluminous.
"Hi, Marcy.. d you''re awake!"
Her throat immediately became dry.
''What is this monster doing here?''?She said to herself. ring at him with so much hate that it could
burn through him.
He smiled.
Putting the flowers he had brought for her on the side of her hospital bed.
"Lcs, I know you love those."
''Chocte would be much better not stupid flowers.''?Marc replied more to herself, feeling the edge
to roll her eyes at the back of her skull. Garreth sat down next to her, she couldn''t deny that he looked
nice in a casual navy blue shirt. He had always been a good looking man even in their days. She was
surprised that out of all the girls, he wanted her.
"You scared the shit out of me, don''t ever do that again Marcy. I''m not going to judge you because I
know how it feels to have your mistakes constantly thrown in your face.." he sighed. "Everyone is
probably going to judge you and want answers but — I promise it will be okay. I''m not saying it will be
easy but it will be okay.."
Marc actually foundfort in his presence. She wanted to tell him that she was scared of facing
the world again because they would all demand answers and call her shallow and an attention seeker.
Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.
Worse now that her legs weren''t exactly functioning properly.. she felt useless, like a vegetable. The
fact that whenever she need to use the toilet she needed the nurses help.
"Your son will demand answers and I suppose you have to be able to give him some valid points. De
doesn''t exactly need them but you owe her atleast that much. Other than that, no one else deserves
your attention so don''t mind their judgements. Just work on being a better person.." he reached for her
hand and she flinched but immediately when they entwined it felt like home. His hands were a perfect
fit to hers and were very warm. He gave a straight Colgate white smile, she immediately looked else
where..
A part of her wanted to voice out her embarrassment. She looked like Michael Jackson, her skin was
so soft and sensitive. Her eyes puffy and visible wrinkles and eye bags. A blush could easily be visibly
noticed.
"You look beautiful Marcy, just like the first day I met you." He assured her when he saw difort on
her face.
The rest of the time, they say in silence with their hands entwined.
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Surprisingly, this was the first time Jeanine Levetté had not been invited to Met G; for various
reasons and various scandals. Getting an invite from Anna Wintour was a dignity of mien and a high
feeling of honor. Jeanine was not really bothered as she had Leo and Lyle who wanted to do her make
up and all that. They had asked if she felt bad for not being invited to Met g, she said a little then
they said they would give her a make over. Jeanineughed at the two boys but allowed them
anyways. De had her first appointment with the doctor and thought it would be a good idea to give
Jeanine a chance and see how she bonds with the kids. Andre was absolutely against the idea but
followed anyways because.. he would follow De to the end of beyond.
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De thought it was fun looking at Andre''s reactions. He looked so adorable when excited. He read
through baby magazines while seated on the side waiting for the doctor. He had this glimmer in his
eyes that De didn''t fail to notice. He looked genuinely happy.. she was too. Especially now that
Marc has managed to pull through. She felt somehow this was her life finallying together.
"At 9 weeks, you''re two months pregnant. This week, you and baby have made two big
aplishments: You''ve made it to month three, and baby''s no longer an embryo—now baby''s a
fetus." The doctor announced a littleter into the appointment after having done all the necessary
procedures. A 9 weeks pregnant ultrasound is typically done transvaginally. That means the doctor or
ultrasound technician will have to insert a probe into your vagina, since the uterus still sits behind the
pelvic bone. Andre and De were able to catch a glimpse of their little bean as well as the sound of
the heartbeat. The doctor had constantly said?''Please call me Manisha''''?She was very nice and had a
sweet voice. Her ck hair trimmed into a nice bob cut. She looked to be of Asian descendant. Dr.
Manisha pointed out the gestational sac, the yolk sac, and the fetal pole.
"That''s great!" De gave a full blown smile. The doctor returned the gesture.
"That means he or she is bing more and more baby-like, and you''re inching closer and closer to
leaving the nasties of the first trimester behind you. Just one more month to go!"
"What kind of nasties?" Andre questioned, curiously. "Like not wanting to have sex or?"
This made De and Dr. Manishaugh at his reaction.
"No, Mr. Levetté just the usual mood swings, morning sickness.. if it hadn''t kicked in yet. It is going to
be worse as of now. Frequent urination, nausea as well as headaches, I suggest... eating every few
hours, getting plenty of sleep and drinking lots of water. Before you take any medication please have it
cleared with me, I''m always a call away as your personal doctor!"
"I will make sure of that." Andre replied.
The couple received multiple copies of their baby and they couldn''t have been happier. So happy that
Andre decided he would spoil his wife.. girlfriend? Whatever they were to dinner at her favorite spot.
Even though she bugged him abaout going to see Marc, he promised that he would take her
tomorrow. She had a phone call with M who wasining about some certain things. De
advised her. Not wanting to take the attention or make it seem that way. De didn''t say anything to
M still—
Regardless, it was a good day.