After another half hour they finally call us back into the court room saying the judge has come to a verdict. “Mr. Spergeon. Do not think for a second I have been in that room debating if you are guilty or no. Your total lack of remorse or compassion makes me sure that you most definitely did what you have been accused of. If your smarmy smile didn’t convince me, the pile of evidence that the police have compiled is surely damning. I have been in my office trying to find the worst place other than hell that I can let you rot in”. Seeing the smile wiped from his disgusting face, I cheer internally as the judge brings him down a peg or two.
You go girl!
“I find the defendant guilty on all counts. I sentence you to prison for no less than 20 years with no chance of parole. I have made some calls and you will serve out your sentence in Wakefield prison. Take him away” she says banging her gavel. Closing my eyes, I look to the ceiling with relief as the tears track down my face, I can’t believe its finally over. 20 years, he’ll be 70 before he ever gets out of prison, if he makes it out. I look over when the guards lift him up to see him looking back at me with a face full of rage, feeling happier than I have in years, I lift up my middle finger and give him a smile of my own.
Epilogue
7 months later
“He’s beautiful you guys” Sherri says cradling my little boy “I can’t believe you have one of these” Oh, god, I’m going to cry again. My hormones are all over the damn place at the moment. Ever since having my baby boy yesterday I can’t seem to not turn into a blubbering mess every 10 minutes. The doctor told me it’s completely normal, but I’m not so sure, surely I shouldn’t be crying at someone calling him beautiful…. Or dropping a blanket. Labour was one of the most beautiful and painful experiences of my life, one I won’t be repeating again too soon. Being 3 days overdue, I was praying for my water to break so I could stop feeling so uncomfortable. But once it did I end up in a panic when I remembered I have to push him out, goddamn that hurt. “Go on, What have you called him?” Sherri asks stroking his perfect little head, “Michael Colton Doyle” I tell her itching to have him back already, is it right that I miss him even when he’s still in the room… I need to get a grip.
Michael is the most perfect baby ever, after 14 hours of labour, he finally entered the world at 2:54am on a rainy Wednesday morning. Reid had cried like a baby when they placed his tiny little body in his arms, I may have already been crying, but hey, I just had a baby. He’s got the deepest blue eyes I’ve only ever seen on one other person, His father. Along with the full head of black hair, we didn’t have to question the paternity when he came out a carbon copy of Reid. We chose not to go through with the test while I was pregnant as we didn’t like the risks, how ever small they were. Turns out we didn’t even need them, he’s the double of his daddy. Moving to try and get a little comfortable in the rock-hard hospital bed, I let out a little whimper when I sit on things that are way beyond sore “Damn, did he break you” Sherri asks with a smirk “One day, when you have kids, I’m going to remind you of this” I say glaring in her direction, watching her smile drop, I feel a great satisfaction when she looks petrified, just she waits till she feels how much it hurts. Hearing the door, I look up to see my man walking through the door, the love I have for him has grown so much more over the last seven months, if anything I love him even more than I did the first time we were together “Hey baby, how are you doing” He asks kissing me on the forehead. He’s been so amazing throughout my pregnancy, even though he didn’t know if Michael was his, he never once let it show if it ever bothered him. He was there for every appointment and scan, buying things for the baby every chance he had, he’s been my rock through it all “I’m sore, but I’m okay” I smile up at him, I still can’t believe we have a baby together, I’m a lucky lady. “How is my little man” he says as he walks over to try and steal him back “He’s having some Auntie Shez time, so back off” she tells him with a glare, oh god, they’re fighting over him already. The door goes again bringing in Brady with a handful of balloons looking like an adorable doofus “Hey babe. Well done girl, I’m so proud of you” he says giving me a kiss on the cheek “Hey Braids” I say with a watery smile. “Now you’re both here, we can tell you. We wanted to know if you guys would be Michaels god parents?” Reid says clapping Brady on the shoulder “Are you shitting me? Of course bro, would be honoured” ahh he looks like he’s going to cry, I can’t take Brady crying “I’m going to be the best
