Loving You From The Past

Sam came home.
Ten minutes later.
Looking worried.
That got me to be worried.
And the whole room
suddenly became
a worried mess.

"What's wrong?"
I asked.

He looked at me.
Didn't know what to speak.

"Sam, baby, are you alright?"

He cleared his throat.

"Yeah, just wow,"
he finally spoke.

"Wow what?"

I was now doing the dishes again.
He was leaning on the refrigerator.
Arms folded across his chest.

"Nothing. Do you remember Gerard? I saw him walking to his car across the street and went over to talk to him."

Oh, no.
He told him.
He told him.
He told him.

What am I going to do?

"About what?"
I asked quickly.
Not being able to control my nerves.

Sam didn't notice though.

"Well, he seemed really upset. Telling me how he got this girl pregnant, and how he really loved her. But he screwed up and freaked out. Just left her alone, just like that. And you know the real messed up thing? The girl has a boyfriend, and the boyfriend thinks the baby is his,"
he explained.

I dropped the dishes.
Making a big splash in the water.

"Who was the girl?"
I asked.

Sam narrowed his eyes.

"You okay Polly? You seem a bit anxious."

Oh no.
Oh no.
Oh no.

"Sam, who was the girl?"
I asked forcefully.

"He didn't tell me. Are you okay? Do you need to lie down? I'll do the dishes if you need to."

My heart started to beat normally.
My body became calmed.
I relaxed again.

"No. I'm fine,"
I told him.

"Are you absolutely sure? Because I can. Plus, I was planning to take you out to dinner today with Elena."

"Yes I am absolutely sure. And why are you taking us out to dinner?"

"Because I invited Gerard to eat dinner with us."