You're Mine

Chapter 25

Harrison yanked his finger away, trying not to scream in pain. He dropped the saw to the floor, grabbing a rag and holding it against his finger. "Damn it!" He muttered, shaking out his hand. "F**k!"

After holding the rag against his finger for a few minutes, he pulled it away, revealing a gash on his pointer finger. He felt lightheaded seeing how deep it was. It was very deep, the cut almost hitting the bone.

Carrie was sure to kill him when she got home. He'd get another, 'you need to be more careful' speech.

There was a sink in the garage. And above it, was a medical kit for these purposes. It wasn't the first time he'd cut himself working in the garage and it surely wouldn't be the last. Harrison cleaned out the cut before bandaging it.

He was lucky the Cowboys had a bye week this weekend. Which meant he'd have about 13 days for this to heal before he had to play another game.

Shaking his hand out again, he got back to work. The wood didn't look too bad after the slip. There was a slight nick in it, which he could easily fix.

It was one of the legs for the crib he was building upon Carrie's request. Instead of buying a crib, she thought it would be more special for him to make one for the first baby. And Harrison was happy to build one for the girls.

He sanded the leg with the nick. Pretty soon, it was all flattened out, good as new. Putting all the legs on the table, he attached the support beams to form a bottom. Now all he had to do was build the crib part where their daughter would sleep.

Harrison went up to the house, greeted by Chance as he got himself a snack. Heating up some chicken, he tossed a few pieces to Chance before eating the rest.

Finishing the chicken, he made his way to the living room. Grabbing a controller, he turned on Madden 10. It wasn't long before the game started and he was into his beloved franchise mode.

He played as himself, working his way through the seasons earning xp to upgrade his skill. Harrison had the highest rating on the Cowboys roster with an overall of 99. As he played through the seasons, the Cowboys were getting better and better, just like real life.

This season, Harrison's 4th season, they were 9-3. They were predicted to go deep into the playoffs. Starting a game, the Cowboys were playing the Colts in Indianapolis. He used the simulator to fast forward through the game to the point where he could take over.

He got full control of his avatar, intercepting the first pass and running it back for a touchdown. Carrie would be proud of him now. Every time she played him, he could never pick off any of her passes. And it drove him insane.

Speaking of Carrie, he looked at the time. It was 4 in the afternoon. She left at 1. Her appointments never took this long, and she would've told him if she was stopping somewhere.

Chance jumped up on the couch, knocking the controller out of his hand, preventing him from making a crucial stop. "Chance," he muttered, picking the remote off the floor.

But Chance didn't really care. He laid on Harrison. Harrison settled for sitting with the dog and rested his hands on Chance's back as he finished the game. The Cowboys barely won 21-20 since the Colts missed the extra point at the very end.

Turning the tv off, he took a nap while waiting for Carrie to come home. Chance laid next to him, taking up the majority of the couch. "Chance move over."

Harrison attempted to push Chance closer to the edge to no avail. He wouldn't move. Sighing, he put his hand on Chance's back before closing his eyes.

•••

Harrison woke to the house door opening. He heard a stumble and a sob. "Carrie?" He called.

There was no answer, just another sob. That was odd. Harrison sat up, looking over the back of the couch to see her leaning against he counter with her head in her hands. "Sweetheart, how's our little girl?"

She sulked down a bit, her forehead now resting against the counter. "Carrie you're scaring me."

Getting up and coming around the couch, he could see her shaking. "Carrie?"

Harrison stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist to let her know he was here. He nudged her cheek with his, whispering her name once again.

She still didn't respond. But with the small movements she was making, he could tell she was sobbing. He put his hands on her shoulders, sliding them down until they held her hands. "Talk to me Carrie."

Carrie didn't talk to him, but instead backed into him, pushing him away before leaning against the counter again. He took a deep breath before trying again. "Carrie, please say something. You have me really worried sweetheart."

She mumbled something that sounded like 'I'm sorry.' Kissing her cheek, he asked, "what?"

"You heard me," she muttered, turning away from him once again.

Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her away from the counter until she was standing in his arms, her hands still covering her face. "Carrie please."

Slowly, she removed her hands from her face. She looked traumatized. Her face was splotchy red, stained with tears and her eyes were bloodshot from crying. From seeing her, he thought something happened to her.

"Carrie what happened?" He asked, fearful that someone physically hurt her. And if that was the case, he was ready to hurt somebody.

"I'm sorry Harrison," she sobbed, looking him right in the eye.

He was confused. "What are you sorry about? Please talk to me."

Wiping more tears off her cheeks, she whispered barely audible, "I lost her."

"What?"

"I lost her," she repeated. "Our daughter."

Harrison was speechless. "I went for my sonogram," she continued as he nodded. Slapping her hand off the counter, Carrie said, "there were no vital signs. I'd lost her. I'm sorry."

He led her to the couch, sitting her on his lap as she cried into his shoulder. "I lost her. Apparently it was a miscarriage of some sort. I have no idea..." she paused for another sob. "They told me there were no vital signs."

"Oh Carrie," he whispered, pulling her into his embrace.

"I lost her," she repeated between sobs. "I know how much you wanted kids," she told him.

Laying back on the couch, he held her against his chest tightly. Carrie must've been devastated beyond his understanding. She was so excited to have a child, but this time it didn't work out.

Still holding her, Harrison allowed a few tears to tumble down his cheeks. "Carrie it's going to be okay."

"No it's not," she sobbed. "She might've been our only opportunity for a child. And it's my fault I lost her."

He wiped more tears away with his thumbs. "Some things are meant to happen sweetheart. And we've got to get through them. We're going to try again, and this time we're going to have a child. Okay?"

Carrie nodded, resting her head against his chest as he caressed her cheek. "Okay."