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Innocent, Unknowing: Epilogue: Twilight

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i was stained, with a role, in a day not my own but as you walked into my life you showed what needed to be shown i always knew, what was right i just didn't know that i might peel away and choose to see with such a different sight

and i will never see the sky the same way, and i will learn to say good-bye to yesterday and i will never cease to fly if held down, and i will always reach too high cause i've seen, 'cause i've seen, twilight

never cared never wanted never sought to see what flaunted so on purpose so in my face couldn't see beyond my own place it was so easy not to behold what i could hold but you taught me i could change whatever came within these shallow days

and i will never see the sky the same way, and i will learn to say good-bye to yesterday and i will never cease to fly if held down, and i will always reach too high cause i've seen, 'cause i've seen, twilight

as the sun shines through it pushes away and pushes ahead it fills the warmth of blue and leaves a chill instead and i didn't know that i could be so blind to all that is so real but as illusion dies i see there is so much to be revealed

and i will never see the sky the same way, and i will learn to say good-bye to yesterday and i will never cease to fly if held down, and i will always reach too high cause i've seen, 'cause i've seen, twilight

i was stained, by a role, in a day not my own but as you walked into my life you showed what needed to be shown i always knew, what was right i just didn't know that i might peel away and choose to see with such a different sight

and i will never see the sky the same way, and i will learn to say good-bye to yesterday and i will never cease to fly if held down, and i will always reach too high cause i've seen, 'cause i've seen, twilight

-twilight, by vanessa carlton (CD: be not nobody)

Hours--long, physically draining hours--passed. A kind of nervous, exciting adrenaline rushed through all who sat in the waiting room, waiting. And all they could do was sit ... sit and wait, drink coffee, wait. The children cried and were cranky and wanted nothing but their own beds at home where they could curl up and fall into their dream-filled slumbers. Nothing would pacify them ... and soon they were sent home with distant friends who didn't need to be there as much as they wanted to be.

But the hours were passing the slowest for Brian and Leighanne, who were fidgeting impatiently for their friends. They had been the ones to receive the urgent phone call from Nick in the middle of the night. They had been the ones to call remaining family and friends to tell them which hospital Nick was taking Kindlin to. They had been the ones to soothe a hysterical Jane Carter, who had immediately jumped to the worst conclusions on her drive to the maternity ward of the hospital. She'd automatically begun to think that Kindlin was losing the baby ... that Kindlin was also going to die ... that Nick would probably get killed in a car accident in his frantic rush to get his wife to the hospital. The typical mind of a mother.

But Kindlin wasn't going to die ... and their baby wasn't going to die ... at least that's what Brian kept assuring Leighanne and the rest of their worried friends that night. Kindlin had gone into labor a little earlier than she should have ... but they'd be fine ... Brian was sure of it.

More hours passed. And then finally. Finally a doctor walked out, his scrubs unpleasantly splotched with blood. Everybody held their breath. The silence was thick and Brian could feel his heart thrashing violently against his ribs.

The words came quickly and pulled a relieved sigh from the mouths of everybody in the room. Kindlin and the baby were both fine and would make it. The baby was being watched carefully, just as all premature newborns are, to make sure no complications showed themselves during the night.

Kindlin had given birth to a beautiful little girl, whom she and Nick had immediately named Acadia Gennelle Carter, meaning "place of plenty" and "Jehovah has been gracious."

Everybody who saw Nick and Kindlin that night could see the joy in their eyes. Nick had changed so much since he'd let himself begin to heal from the death of Andraya.

Over the next couple of months the Carters grew tremendously closer, healthier, and happier. People couldn't help but smile when they set eyes on the bountiful family. Alex, Ashley, Aisya, Aaron, and Acadia were the highlight of their parents' lives and it showed whenever Nick and Kindlin set eyes on their children. They were finally able to move on from all the turmoil they'd had to go through. They could finally be happy. They had five beautiful and wonderful kids, whom they loved with everything in them. And they had a daughter they would never forget. A daughter that would be in their hearts forever.

THE END