“I need him close to me.” He wrapped his arm around her and led her to the bed.
“You’re going to get hurt. You aren’t ready to exert yourself like that.” He sat her down and tucked the blankets around her legs. “The baby was fine where he was.”
He bent and picked the crying bundle up out of the bed. She opened her arms to him.
“She’s coming for him. I have to keep him close or she’ll take him.”
He reached his hand out to caress her cheek. “Cara, no one is coming for him.”
She looked up at him with tears welling in her eyes. “I’ve seen her Rick, she tries to take him.”
“You’re tired, Cara, you’ve been through a lot in a few days. No one wants him.”
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she held the baby tighter to her chest. She rubbed her chin on his soft head. “I won’t let her have him. If you won’t keep her away, I will,” her eyes focused on him, before her vision focused on the large mirror in the dresser. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. He rubbed the baby’s cheek with his index finger.
“I’ll bring you some water and something to eat,” he stood up, “and your medicines,” he said under his breath.
“I will protect you little one,” she cooed rubbing her cheek softly against his. “She won’t take you.”
She laid the baby in front of her and began to undress him. “I see her and you see her,” she reached for a new diaper, “it doesn’t matter if he can’t see her.” She redressed him and held him close to her body. “I don’t need him to protect you. I can.” She looked up into the mirror. A smiled played at the corner of her lips. She looked tired. She held the small bundle in one arm as she patted the right side of her golden hair. “I need a shower, little one.”
The reflection in the mirror blurred. A woman with wild black hair, and dark circles under her eyes appeared. She held her arms out, her long white sleeves swayed. She moved closer. “Come.”
The baby began to wail.
“No!” Cara screamed. She picked up the empty baby bottle on the nightstand and threw it at the woman. She continued to scream, “No, he’s mine. You can’t have him. No!” It landed on the dresser top with a thud.
“What is it? Cara?” Rick sat down beside her. He tried to pry the baby out of her arms. “Cara!”
Her eyes filled with tears. “I won’t let you have him.” She squeezed the baby closer. Rick placed his hand on her cheek. “Rick, please! She’s going to take him.”
Her shoulders heaved as she sobbed. He took the baby from her arms and handed him to his mother who had been standing in the doorway. She tenderly rocked the newborn and offered it a bottle.
“Cara, I don’t understand what’s happening.”
Cara wrapped her arms around him as she sobbed into his chest. “She’s coming for him. Rick, she wants my baby.”
He patted her on the back. “There isn’t anyone here who wants your baby, Cara.” He looked at his mother.
“It’s the hormones, or Post partum depression,” she whispered to him.
“She will take our child, and you can’t even see her.” Cara cried into his shoulder.
“Cara, you need to rest. Here take your medication.” He pried her arms from his shoulders and picked up the bottle of medicine the doctor had given her, he held the cup for her. She swallowed the pills and lay down. “Please sleep. I will keep him with me. I won’t let her get him.”
Cara closed her eyes, “She comes from the mirror,” she picked her trembling hand up and pointed towards the mirror.
“I won’t let her get close to him,” he whispered. This is crazy. Is she going insane, he thought. When he was sure she was asleep, he got up and looked into the mirror. His hand ran across it. He shook his head at his reflection and chuckled. He spent the rest of the evening downstairs with his mother and the baby.
He laid the baby in the crib and walked around to his side of the bed. He kissed Cara on the forehead. She would be better tomorrow, she had needed rest, and today she finally got it. He heard the baby whimper, the floorboard creaked. He opened his eyes. The room was much colder than it should be. A woman in a long white nightgown walked toward the crib. He watched for a moment as she bent and picked up the baby. Her black hair whipped around her face even though there wasn’t a breeze inside. He sat up.
“Put him down.”
Her face twisted into a horrific smile as she sat on the dresser top. “Come get him,” she cackled. She slid into the mirror. She beckoned him with her finger on the other side of the glass.
He jumped from the bed. He paused for a split second before pushing his arms through the glass. She cackled again. The glass shattered. He fell backwards as the shards of glass landed on the floor beside him. The world spun as he tried to get up. He couldn’t stand, when he looked down at his body his arms, his hands were missing.
“Cara!” he screamed.
His mother ran into the room. She screamed when she saw him. She shook Cara, but she wouldn’t wake up.
She felt her pulse, “Cara’s dead!”