Tymber Dalton - Pinch Me

“No, just the better part of a month in Montana.”

“Laura, that’s not fair. Not to mention it wasn’t what you could call a vacation. You were under almost as much stress there as you would have been here.”

Laura kissed his hand, held it to her chest. “I know. I’ve been thinking about taking some time off anyway. The novel is coming along pretty well.”

“We can afford it. Don’t worry.” He curled up with her on the bed and she dropped off to sleep.

He watched, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. There was still a scar on her forehead, not noticeable unless you were looking for it. It enraged him, always reminding him of the brutal attack, how he should have been with her, would have been with her if it hadn’t been for the accident he had to work.

Bill looked up from the TV when Rob returned. “She okay?”

“Yes. She’s just totally exhausted.” He looked at his watch. “Damn. I need to get to work. Call me if…” He didn’t want to finish.

“She’ll be okay, Rob. She’s tough.”

“Sometimes she thinks she’s tougher than she really is.”

Laura slept. Bill checked on her periodically. She seemed restless, disturbed. One time he heard her moan in her sleep and he considered waking her. He let Doogie into the room with her and the Lab carefully climbed up on the bed and protectively curled up next to his mistress. That seemed to comfort her and Bill left her bedroom door open so he could hear.

Laura felt sucked down into the depths of her dream. She knew she was dreaming, and that was the extent of the control she had. It was the apartment again, before the attack. This time was different. The rooms were dark and possessed an unearthly quality that never came through before.

The knock on the door. Thunderous, wall-shaking. The fear hit her and she realized that no matter what she did she would open that door. Despite turning to run her feet betrayed her and she slowly moved toward the front door.

Suddenly, Doogie appeared at her side, calming her. He growled at the door, bearing his teeth, something the gentle dog never did before. Taking comfort in his presence she willed herself to reach out and grab the doorknob. The door swung open.

Nothing.

Doogie pushed himself in front of her, between her and the open doorway, still growling.

Laura stepped back and closed the door. Doogie pushed into her arms and licked her face.

The scene changed. Still the apartment. The otherworldly aspect was gone and it was back to before the attack. Once again there was a knock on the door. Doogie looked up and gently took her hand in his mouth, leading her away from the door.

The rear door swung open, the shadow filling the doorway. Doogie bristled, advanced. Laura tried to hold him back without success. The dog stalked the shadow, and when he reached the back door he leapt, attacking. The shadow blew apart and the door slammed shut. Doogie walked back to her wagging his tail and letting her stroke his ears.

That’s when she woke. Doogie looked over at her. She smiled, petting his head. “Good boy.”

His tail thumped once on the bed.

Laura retrieved her dream notebook and wrote furiously. The dream was so different from what she’d had before. Maybe Doogie’s presence had something to do with it.

She wouldn’t take any chances.

Bill cooked her dinner and they watched TV. Laura sat in listless silence.

“You want to talk?” He knew she’d had rough dreams that afternoon.

“No. It’s just the same old stuff.”

“You’re so stubborn, sis.”

“Doesn’t it run in the family?”

He laughed. “Yes, it does. And you got a heaping share.”

Laura woke before dawn. She walked to the living room and peeked through the blinds. She found out she used to jog. Not religiously but usually once or twice a week, preferring early morning when the sun wasn’t hot.

Before.

She used to go to work and take out classes, dive by herself on pleasure trips, enjoyed her lifestyle.

Before.

She used to take long walks with Doogie, enjoyed taking him to the dog park, loved riding around.

Now, she felt like a hostage, always looking over her shoulder, feeling guilty and resentful at the same time because everyone she loved felt responsible for her safety.

Doogie woke up and walked to her side. He nuzzled her hand.

“Gotta go out?”

He wagged his otter tail.

Her robe hung over the back of the bathroom door. She slipped into it and put the gun in the pocket, knotting the belt around her waist to keep the gun’s weight from pulling it down.

She slipped the leash on Doogie and turned off the alarm before they went out the back door. It was nearly dawn and she cautiously looked around the yard while Doogie sniffed the ground. Every sound, every movement set her on edge. She smelled the methane from the rotten vegetation in the mangrove swampland on the other side of the trees, heard a raccoon rummaging in the brush, a mockingbird sounding off in a nearby tree.

“C’mon, Doog. Get it done.”

“Laur?”

She jumped at the sound of Bill’s voice. “Yeah?”

“You okay?” He was barely awake, and had Rob’s gun in his hand, held along his thigh.

“I’m fine. Just walking the brat.”

“Want me to finish up with him?”

At that moment Doogie decided he was done and led Laura back toward the house. “I guess not.”

He locked the door behind her and reached down to pet the dog. “Rob wouldn’t like you going out there by yourself.” He reset the alarm.

“I’m going stir crazy.”

Her appointment with Dr. Collins didn’t trigger any new memories, unfortunately.

But with the way she was feeling, she finally let Bill talk her into seeing her general practitioner about her other symptoms. Her regular doctor was out of town, so she had to see one of his partners, whom she’d never seen before. The doctor examined her, including taking blood work and a urine sample. After he was finished, Bill returned to the exam room to wait with her.

The doctor walked in with her chart and smiled. “Congratulations, you two.”

Bill and Laura looked at each other in confusion. Bill spoke first. “Sorry?”

The doctor smiled at him. “You’re going to be a father.”

Laura’s jaw hit the floor but Bill recovered first. “Uh, this is my sister, not my wife.”

The doctor blushed. “Oh, I’m sorry, I thought—”

Laura shook her head. “I can’t be pregnant. I had my period a few weeks ago.”

The doctor was still trying to recover from his error. “I thought the nurse said you were married, Laura.”

“I am married. My husband’s at work. My brother is visiting us for a few weeks. Are you sure? I mean, I had my period.”

The doctor nodded. “Yes, we’re sure. It’s not uncommon for a woman to have one or more episodes that look like periods in their early pregnancy.”

Laura did the math and closed her eyes. “Crap.” She’d be about five weeks along, or less.

Bill reached over and took her hand. “I thought you guys wanted—”

“We do. We did. Then we decided to wait for a while, see if they can catch the psycho first.”

“Oh.”

She looked at the doctor. “Oh, god, I’ve had wine—”

The doctor smiled. “As long as you’re not doing any drugs or smoking or anything like that, chances are, the baby’s fine. Since you’re here, let’s do an ultrasound and some more blood work, okay?”

She nodded, numb. The doctor left to order the tests and she looked at Bill, her eyes wet. “What am I going to do?”