Adrienne opened her eyes. She noticed a little figure standing in the hall. He was looking in at her with innocence. She smiled at him.
"Hi there handsome."
"Wanna come in?"
He looked uncertain.
"Okay. But you can if you want to."
She noticed that he was eyeing her teddy bear. She slowly held it up in view. The boy's eyes sparkled.
"Like it?" she asked.
He nodded his head. After pondering for a moment, he succumbed to the temptation and came in. She held it out to him.
She looked at his white shorts and shirt. How quaint! The outfit had blood red buttons and matching bowtie. He wore white socks and white sneakers with red laces. Too cute!
"My name is Adrienne."
He pointed to his chest. "Justin. My daddy likes to call me J.J."
"Justin? That's my friend's name too."
"Does his daddy call him J.J.?"
She laughed. "No. We just call him Justin. Who are you with?"
"My mommy and daddy."
"Are they visiting someone?"
"No. My mommy said I made her sick."
Tears appeared in his eyes. Adrienne forgot her own pain and tried to comfort him. He walked closer to her. He relaxed in her arms, still toying with the bear.
"Oh, Justin. She doesn't mean that." She stroked his hair.
"So, why she say I make her sick and then come to the hospital?"
"Well, when people get sick, sometimes they say things that hurt the people they love, but they don't really mean it."
"So why she say it? "
Adrienne tried to sit up. The pain in her abdominal section throbbed again. She collapsed back on the bed.
Justin looked at her.
"See, I made you sick."
"No, JJ. I was already sick when you came in here. Say, you look real sharp in that outfit."
"I have to wear it."
"Don't you like it?"
"Well, you look very handsome in it."
He eased the teddy bear into his arms. She watched him. There was something very familiar about him. The big brown eyes, the tan skin, even the body language.
"Whatta you want to be when you grow up J.J.?"
"I was gonna sing and make a lot of money and buy my mommy a car."
"That’s sweet. I like to sing too. You know what? When I was ten, I won our class talent show by singing a medley."
"That's when you sing parts of different songs together."
Adrienne began to cry. There was definitely something familiar about him that seemed to sink deeply into her heart, but she couldn't figure what it was. Did he look like a nephew? A cousin? Suddenly, a light went on in her head.
"You know what, J.J.?"
"Would you believe that you look like my friend, Justin?"
"You are such a sweet and tender child. You know- if you were my son, I'd love on you all the time."
Suddenly, that statement seemed to cause a change. The sweet and innocent Justin changed into a more serious Justin. He dropped the teddy bear back in the chair and looked Adrienne in the eyes.
There was a piercing glare coming from him. There was fear in her as she tried to discern the look. Then came a voice from the doorway.
"Time's up Justin. Patrice needs to see her mother now."
Justin turned to leave. Adrienne reached after him. Tears streamed from her eyes. He faded into brightness.
"Justin! Come back! I am sorry! Please come back. I DO love you!"
"I love you too, mommy."
She closed her eyes and cried.
"Addie! Addie! Adrienne!"
She opened her eyes again. The tears blurred her vision. She wiped her eyes and was looking into a familiar face. It was her fiancée. She reached out to him and embraced him.
"Justin. Oh, Justin. Let's get out of here. I don't want to have an abortion. I want this baby. And yes, I do want to get married and have a family."
"What are you saying, Addie?"
She looked up at him.
"I want OUR baby."
She felt a sharp pain in her abdomen.
"I'm sorry, Addie,” he cried sadly. “B-but you were adamant about NOT having a baby. It's too late."
Adrienne could hear the echo of J.J.'s voice: "I love you mommy."
Her sorrow stabbed deeply into her heart.
The abortion was complete.
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