Past Interruptions Monologue

Kayla Howard 1,218 words
9100 St. Charles Rock Road
St. Louis, MO 63114
[phone] [e-mail] Past Interruptions by Kayla Howard White washed walls. Light lilac curtains. A deep olive green examination table hiding behind the curtain. Several different monitors, some are making noises but the big one. The one they use today is on and running. The picture shows nothing but a black and white matter. But the floors are squeaky clean. They glisten like the eyes of the young girl laying on the examination table. Is it called jelly? No lubricant. Cold and wet lube put onto a ultrasound probe
“Just relax. I promise you 'll

Aubrie suddenly feels a sense of comfort. She falls next to him on the bed, using him as her blanket she wraps his arms around her. Her lips have curled into a small smile of happiness.
“Hi baby girl, I love you.”
“Hi Cortez, I love you most.” Aubrie says with a giggle as he kisses her playfully.
“You could never do such a thing.”
“I’ll always love you more.”
“Never. The day I make you my wife is the day you’ll realize my love for you was always more than yours for me.” Cortez grabs Aubries hand and kisses her soft caramel skin softly. “I can’t wait for that day baby girl.”
“Maybe we shou- I mean I want it just as much but do you think you’re ready for that? With me?”
“Not this again. Aubrie I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always be here. You got my heart. I can’t just up and leave. I won’t.”
“Promise?” Aubrie says choking back tears.
“Promise Aubrie.” Cortez turns her around so she’s facing him, he wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her closer wiping at her tears. “I love you. Always and forever.” Aubrie moves closer into his chest as she begins to cry softly.
You need to tell him

Just do it.
Do it.
Just do it!
“Is there something wrong?” Cortez places his hand underneath Aubrie’s chin, lifting it to look into her soft chocolate eyes. The tears in her eyes pour out like the ocean’s morning tide, soft but tedious. Aubrie sits up pulling away from his grip.
“Yea I’m- no I’m fine. Just feel a little sick to my stomach.” Aubrie clutches at her stomach and rolls over hurls into the trash can that sits next to her dresser. “I can’t. This is gross.” Wiping at her mouth disgustedly.
“Are you okay? Do you need a doctor?”
“No. I have something I need to tell you.” Aubrie sits on the edge of the bed. “Do you wanna be with me? Like forever? Can you really see