I’d like to share an excerpt of my lesbian romance novella, Her Name.
I was on my knees washing the floor when I heard her call out my name. I immediately stopped. This wasn’t just a holler for more pillows or another blanket. This was an urgent “I need you!” scream.
I ran to our room. I found her in our bathroom, sitting on the toilet, hunched over with her arms pressed against her stomach. Blood trailed over the edge of the seat. I couldn’t move. With a scared expression on her face, she whispered, “The baby.”
I hurried to her and wrapped her head in my arms. The toilet was filled with blood, and when I moved to flush it, she stopped me.
“Don’t! Not yet.”
I fell to my knees and cried beside her. She gripped my hand tightly. It was hard to comprehend what had just happened. Even as I had washed the toilet, evidence to what had been so brutally taken from us was right in my face, yet, I couldn’t believe it. It happened so quickly. Everything changed in less than two minutes.
She was lying in bed when I got off the phone with the doctor. She needed to rest, and we were to see him early the following week. I walked into the dimly lit room, carrying a washcloth in my hand, and pulled back the covers. I held her shaking body in my arms.
Her cries were violent. I wanted her to stop, but knew she couldn’t. I knew there wasn’t anything I could say to ease the agony of having a life die inside you, but I wanted to take that pain from her and wear it like a tattoo across my heart. I’d bear all the suffering so she wouldn’t have to, but no matter how badly I wanted to, I couldn’t take it away. She held her sorrow too close to her.
“I let my baby die!” she screamed.
“No, you didn’t. Don’t say that. Don’t ever say that,” I said and kissed the side of her face. “There was nothing you could do. Please believe that,” I begged.
She didn’t say anything, and I stopped talking, knowing she wouldn’t hear anything over her bawling. I held her tightly for as long as she needed me to. Her deep sobs slowed to a quiet whimper. Her body finally found some peace as she fell asleep under the protective covers of our bed. I lay beside her, holding a cool wet washcloth across her forehead.
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6 thoughts on ““Her Name” by Alicia Joseph”
Good idea. Why had it never occurred to me to do this lol?
Lol. I just thought of doing it today. You should do it on your blog!
I really enjoyed reading ‘Her Name’ and found myself relating to many parts of it. I look forward to more of your writing. Thank you.
Wow. Thank you so much, Vicky. I really appreciate hearing that. I’m glad you enjoyed my story and connected with it. Thank you so much for your support. I hope to have another book out very soon. 🙂
I think the title is perfect. And the cover art nicely done, as well. It’s part of what drew me to it when it popped up in my kindle recommends.
I fell in love with the cover when I saw it, too. The cover artist who designed it is Kelly Shorten – so if you’re a writer and looking for someone – I highly recommend her. 🙂 Thank you again for buying my book and leaving a comment. So kind. Thanks!