The Forbidden Baby

Why must black be such a mournful color.
Why can't it be white?
That's what I thought as I slipped on my black dress the day of Micheal's funeral.
Marc was in the bathroom making sure his tie was straight for the tenth time.
Although I think it was because he was hiding his tears again.
I caught him up last night crying.
He idiotically said he stubbed his toe.
Silly man.
Unlike him I cried and was not afraid to say why.
When he came back out I was slipping on my shoes and I looked back at him.
"You look very pale today. Maybe we should postpone, I don't want you to faint or anything." He said in a concerned voice with a scowl on his face.
I shook my head and stood up.
"I'll be fine after I eat something. I swear." I said with a small smile on my face.
With Marc around it wasn't hard to smile a little.
Sometimes it was fake though.
Marc's sister peeked her head in and smiled a little.
"You guys ready to head over." She said not coming in.
"Be right there." He said then she left.
I felt a ball rise in my throat and I knew he felt it coming.
He came right over and hugged me tight.
His sisters stomach was so big.
She was having twins.Her first time giving birth too.
She came over this morning and when I saw her I had to leave.
I couldn't take seeing her.
I felt really bad about it but it hurt too much.
"Cry it out Peyton." Marc said in a low voice rubbing my back as I held onto him gently.
He waited until I calmed down before we felt the room.
It was a stormy rainy day.
What a way to brighten my mood.
My grandparents were always the type to be prepared.
They got a tent so big just incase it were to rain.
I'm glad they did.
Getting to the funeral was harder as we got closer.
But I just bit my lip lightly and held onto Marc tight.
He didn't care.
When we got there I spotted Maybell with Dylan and his family. Marc was saying Hi to a couple of people and I walked over to them with a bit of a smile.
"Mommy." Maybell said reaching over to me.
I grabbed her and held her on my hip giving her head a kiss.
I hadn't seen her in so long.
"Hi baby. I've missed you." I said running my fingers through her hair a little.
"Miss mommy too." She said hugging me. I couldn't help but smile.
"I'm so sorry Peyton." Dylan's mother said to me touching my arm for a second with a sad look.
I just nodded my head unsure of what to say.
It was like at my mothers funeral. I had nothing to say about it.
I greeted other people but when I found Bessie I also found Phillip.
We hadn't talked since our fight.
"I'm so sorry Peyton." Phillip said. I had heard that phrase a billion times since I had gotten here but for some reason this one seemed more generic. More real. Because he was saying sorry for more then just why he was here.
"I'm sorry too." I said feeling a bit of tears come to my eyes.
"Mommy, no sad." Maybell said pouting at me. I couldn't bring myself to laugh but I was close.
I saw Rivet and her family too.
Rivet was crying and I had to calm her down.
Though inside I couldn't even calm myself down.
The funeral was long and sad. It hurt my heart with every word said.
Every sad glance my way.
Every whisper about who the father was from some of my older relatives.
Every little soft touch meant to feel warming.
But it just wasn't.
After everything dealing with the funeral was said and done everyone went home a bit drunk or full.
I went home with an empty stomach and a hard heart.
After I said goodbye to Theresa taking one last glance at her stomach I changed and crawled into bed.
Marc was with Maybell being what a real parent should be.
I was just moping.
Marc left with Maybell to go to the grocery store and I was left alone.
I had fallen asleep a little when there was a knock on the door.
I reluctantly got up and went downstairs in my lofty pajamas.
When I opened the door I was a little surprised.
Daniella was at the door.
"I wanted to say I was sorry. About everything. About what I said and did." She said holding a fruit flower thing.
I looked at her for a while before moving out of the way so she could come in.
She walked in and handed my the fruit.
"Thank you for this. Maybell will love it." I said then went to the kitchen with her following me.
I sat it down and turned around.
"Would you like some tea?" I said.
"No, I wasn't planning on staying. I just..." She said then took a deep sigh.
"I shouldn't have been so dirty, mean, idiotic, and cruel. I knew it was wrong but my emotions just egged me on and I'm really sorry I did that." She said twisting her fingers a little.
"It's alright. I might have done the same. I can be like that too." I said not offering a kidding smile like I usually might have given.
"Still. Everything was my fault. I should be going now." She said then gave me one last look before she left.
Personally, I think she didn't deserve the right to say sorry.
But I'm not that mean.