Sure our love was the kind authors wrote great love stories about and little girls dreamed of, but it was never easy, and I guess I wouldn't have it any other way.
Danny Santos was a whirlwind that swept into my life, leaving no part untouched. Everywhere I turn I am reminded of him, his smile, his eyes, his arms, his kisses. Oh his kisses, no matter how many he had bestowed upon me they always took my breath away. I fear my lips will always burn with the memories.
Memories are all I have left. Memories of what we had and dreams of what could have been. One year after that magical sunny day when Danny had given me my dream wedding, I watch the rain pour, alone.
It's your own damn fault, I think to myself. I had it all and threw it all away. In one clean sweep I broke two hearts, his and my own. If I could take it back I would, but its too late for second thoughts. My only comfort are the tears of heaven as the rain falls outside the cabin, a companion to my own tears.
**** I snuggle beneath the comforters, trying to fight the bitter chill that has possessed my entire being. The sound of thunder clashes outside, only slightly muffling the sound of my sobs. I haven't been able to stop crying since that day. That is why I had to get out of Springfield. Being surrounded by a sea of concerned faces only made me feel worse. Looks of sympathy as I tried to convince them I was okay behind puffy, swollen eyes and a tear stained face.
Rick and Abby had tried to be understanding but it's hard to be around a happy couple when you're downright miserable. So I had fled to the family cabin in the hopes of pulling myself together and having some time alone to think. But I didn't want to be alone. I wanted Danny. But he was the last person I expected to see.
A flash of lightening illuminates the sky, followed by an instant clap of thunder. I flinch and reach for him, but he's not there. He won't comfort you anymore, I think to myself. I pick up the book I had been trying to read for the past hour and realize I haven't made it past the first sentence.
I decide to take a bath and see if that will relax me. I light a few candles and slip into the warm, scented water, my tense muscles relaxing slightly. I turn on the radio and let my mind drift with the melody.
I remember days nights were never cold
I had you in my life
I had you here to hold
And I remember love warm as a summer day
But I lost you
And I lost my way
Now I'm in the rain
Begging you please, please
Baby won't you show me the way back to your heart
Let me see a sign to know if I'm close or far
Lead me back to the road that leads back to your arms
To your arms
Every night another lonely street
I walk down alone
Searching for a light
Your light to lead me home
Leave a candle in the window
And let it shine for me
Take my hand and take these tears away
I can't take the pain
I'm on my knees, please
Baby won't you show me the way back to your heart
Let me see a sign to know if I'm close or far
Lead me back to the road that leads back to your arms
To your arms
Take my hand and take me in your arms
I'm out in the dark
Down on my knees, please
Show me the way back to your heart
Let me see a sign to know if I'm close or far
Lead me back to the road that leads back to your arms
To your arms
I think back to countless nights like this, in the bathtub-candles, music and . . . Danny. His strong hands gently massaging my shoulders. This relaxing act always leading to something more. My body tingles at the thought and is then chilled by the thought that there would be no more nights like that.
Why do I keep doing this? I'm going to drive myself crazy with memories of him. I'm going to drive myself crazy with the knowledge that I let his mother win.
***** The bath hadn't done its normal relaxing job and left me wanting, even more upset than before. As I combed my wet hair I let my mind drift back to that night, that horrible, awful night when I had let her win.
Danny and I had been happy. Slowly but surely he was moving away from the business, working for Lewis Oil and we had even moved into our own, albeit small house. Which hadn't pleased mommie dearest. Even though we kept a level of civility I always watched her like a hawk. Her evil mind always thinking of a way to get rid of me.
At first it was tiny seeds of doubt she planted: Danny was still in the business. He was only getting in deeper instead of trying to get out. I knew better than to take her bait and had even told Danny about her suggestions. He had laughed and said she was just trying to get to me, to which I agreed. But when he would go out without telling me where he had been or have hushed conversations, I became suspicious. I would ask him and he would say it was nothing or that I didn't need to know. For weeks I tried to ignore it until that night.
We had planned a romantic evening at home. I spent all day preparing for our 7:00 date. He didn't show up until 8:37.
"Where were you?" I asked angrily.
"I'm sorry baby. I got held up." He replied as he leaned in for a kiss, but I shrugged him away.
"No. 'I got held up' won't cut it. Where were you?" I yelled.
"I'll tell you later sweetie. Can we eat?" He replied nonchalantly.
"How can you be so blasé about this? Why didn't you call?"
"My cell phone died. Listen, Michelle, I'll make it up to you. I really am sorry."
"You're still working for your mother. That's where you were and why you can't tell me!" There it was out. I waited for his answer breathlessly.
"Where the hell did you get that idea? I told you I was out and I am. Now all of a sudden you don't believe me?" He yelled.
"Well, what am I supposed to think? All these meetings you can't talk about, the hushed phones calls, it's either the business or a mistress!" I was crying now, my emotions coming to a head. I knew this would be bad when I imagined it before but the look of absolute disbelief in his eyes told me it would be worse.
"I can't believe you Michelle! After all we've been through you don't trust me. I have always been honest with you, especially when it comes to my family. What do you think I've been killing myself over at Lewis Oil for? For kicks!?! I told you I wanted nothing to do with the family business, that I wanted our children to be proud to be a Santos, to be proud of their father. Do you think all of that was a lie?"
"No. It's just that your mother-" I started but he cut me off.
"My mother!?! You actually believed my mother?" He screamed in disbelief.
"Not at first, but with everything that was going on I couldn't help but think that she was telling the truth." I admitted sheepishly.
"Well Michelle, you want to know what I was doing while you were believing my lying mother? Here!" He reached into his pocket and threw a set of keys on the table.
"Keys? What are these for?" I ask dumbfounded.
"Yes, keys Michelle. Keys to our new home that I have been building up near Laurel Falls. I knew this house would be too small to raise a family so I planned to surprise you, tonight actually. Surprise." He said in a dark haunting tone.
"Oh Danny! I'm so sorry!" I try to put my arms around him but it is him who shrugs me off this time.
"Don't Michelle. I can't even look at you. How could you believe my mother? How could you not believe in me?" His voice choked on his last words. His eyes were now filled with sadness and betrayal.
"Danny, I don't know how I can make you believe how sorry I am. I was wrong to believe your mother, to fall into her trap. I'm so sorry. I love you," I cry, the tears now overflowing.
"You don't even trust me, how can you love me?" His words stung and I looked at him helplessly, speechless. "Goodbye Michelle." He said quietly. As soon as he shut the door I sank to the floor. I couldn't believe what had just happened. He had just left. We had fought before but never left if we were still angry. We would always talk it out, but not this time.
He didn't come home for five days. No one knew where he was except maybe Carmen and she wouldn't tell me. On the sixth day I packed some things and went back to Rick and Abby's house. Our house had begun to feel like a tomb and I had to get out before I suffocated in the loneliness. I left a note in case he decided to return:
Danny,
My darling Danny, you will never know how horrible I feel for hurting you, for making you feel like I don't trust you. I do trust you, with my life. I hope in time you come to understand that there were other circumstances that clouded my judgement. I wish things didn't have to be like this. I love you, with all my heart and soul. I always will. I hope you still believe that.
All My Love,
Michelle
***** There was still no word for another week. The silence and uncertainty of his feelings was killing me. So I had come up to the cabin. I told Rick and Abby that if he ever did show up to tell him that they didn't know where I was. I couldn't face him. Even though I longed to see him, I couldn't face what his decision would be. His silence spoke loudly, he didn't want to see me. If only I could explain, tell him about--, no that wouldn't help. I had to take this time to clear my head so that I could handle the consequences back in Springfield.
I slowly opened the top drawer of the nightstand and took out the picture of us on our wedding day, the family wedding. The "secret smile" picture, as the photographer had called it. The only real secret at that time was our feelings. The thought that I could have doubted my love for Danny at one time seemed ridiculous to me now. Even now, when I didn't know where he was or what he was feeling, I knew I loved him. I always had and always would. If only I could see him and tell him that. Tell him how sorry I was that I doubted him and how stupid I was to not trust him. Tell him that I had acted out of blind fear, a nagging thought that always lived in the back of my mind that I would lose him to the business.
A loud clap of thunder sounded, with an instant flash of lightening. It startled me and I dropped the frame, the glass shattering and flying across the floor.
That's not a good sign, I think to myself. I place the broken frame on the nightstand and begin to gather the pieces of glass. All of a sudden tears overwhelm me as I think that I might not be able to pick up the pieces of my life with Danny and imagine a life without him.
The thought is so overwhelming that I can't focus on the task at hand and I cut myself.
"Ouch!" I cry, before running to the sink, blood gushing from the wound. I cry harder, tears blurring my vision. Then I am startled to hear his voice, "You need to put pressure on that." He says as he wraps a wet cloth around my hand. I blink rapidly, trying to clear my vision and see that he is really there and I am not delusional from crying and bleeding.
But it is him and as he applies pressure, firm yet gentle, as his touch always felt, I reached with my free hand to touch his face for further reassurance. I let out a soft cry, mostly of relief but also of fear, and I softly whisper his name, "Danny?"
"Hi Michelle," his voice is low and husky but that is all I hear before I faint.
I awoke to find myself on the bed. I looked around for him but he wasn't around. Fear consumed me. Was it all a dream? Was I still alone?
"Danny!" I cry.
"I'm right here baby." He said as he came into the room. He was carrying a tray with bandages and a cup of tea. He looked awful, like he hadn't slept in weeks. He obviously hadn't shaven for a few days and I saw the same bags that I had under his eyes.
He pulled a chair from the corner and took my injured hand. He took off the washcloth and applied antiseptic to the cut. I flinched a bit until he began to softly blow over the cut. After everything that had happened he could still be so attentive and kind. That was just one of the many things I loved about him. I had so many things to say but I was speechless. Even with bags under his eyes, straggly hair and a scruffy face he was still the most beautiful creature in the world to me. I couldn't let him go, I would have to fix this somehow. If only I could tell him what I was feeling, that I still loved him.
"I don't think you'll need stitches." He said, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked down to see that my hand was bandaged perfectly.
"Are you sure you shouldn't be the doctor?" I ask smiling.
"No, I'm the criminal. Remember?" He said bitterly.
Ouch! That hurt, I think. My smile falls. "Danny, I'm so--" I start but he cuts me off.
"No, stop Michelle. I shouldn't have said that. I came up here to talk, not fight."
"How did you know where I was? I told Rick and Abby not to tell you." I asked, waiting for his response.
"When has anyone ever been able to say no to me?" He smiled wickedly.
I never could, I think to myself. "Here, drink this." He said, handing me the teacup.
"Thank you," I reply as I take a sip. There is an awkward silence. He said he wanted to talk, but what was he going to say? The thought scared me.
I set the teacup on the nightstand, bringing the broken frame to his attention.
"You should be more careful," he commented quietly, picking up the picture.
"I know. I was just thinking and it all got to me. Listen Danny, I'm so sorry. If we could just talk about this." He stood up, picture still in hand and walked over to the dresser, his back to me.
"Michelle, while I was gone I did some thinking." He started.
"Danny, I was so worried about you. I thought I would never see you again."
"Michelle, let me finish. I'm sorry if I worried you, but I had to get away. You really hurt me, you made me doubt a lot of things. The scariest part was that I started doubting us." He barely whispered the last part.
"Oh Danny!" I cry as I rush over to him and tentatively rest my hands on his shoulders. How did we get like this? I think to myself. Here we are, inches apart but it felt more like miles. "So what did you decide?" I ask, scared of his answer.
"Michelle, I think--"he said as he turned around to face me, his tears illuminated by a flash of lightening and then the power went out.
**** It took us a few minutes to gather candles and flashlights. The storm had knocked out the power and the phone lines as well. The road was completely washed out. We were stuck. Which meant we would have to deal with each other, even if it meant losing each other.
Candles lit up the room and on any other occasion the scene would have turned romantic, but there was nothing romantic about this setting. I sat on the bed, while Danny tended to the kerosene lamp. His hair was still damp from his investigation of the fuse box and road. I had always loved to run my fingers through his wet hair and had to fight the urge to do it right there.
"I think that should be good." He said as he placed the lamp on the nightstand and sat down beside me on the bed. "How's your hand?" He asked.
"It's alright, just throbbing a little." I replied, touched again by his concern.
"Do you want some aspirin? I can get you some." He asked.
"No, I'll be fine." I reply quickly.
"You don't have to be brave for me. That's a pretty nasty cut."
"I'm not being brave. I just don't want any aspirin. Can we just get on with it? What did you decide?" I ask, butterflies taking over my stomach as I try not to cry. He stands up again and starts pacing.
"Michelle, " he starts again, but I interrupt.
"Wait! Danny, can I go first? I would at least get a chance to defend myself. Could you give me that at least?" He nodded.
"I just want to start off by saying how sorry I am. I know I've said it a hundred times already but I can't say it enough. I don't know why I let your mother get to me. Wait, yes I do. I was scared. You see Danny, in the back of my mind I've always had this fear that I would lose you to the business, and not just in death. You were brought up with an extreme loyalty to the family and your loyalty is one of the things I love about you. But this loyalty to the family is something you have had your whole life and I was just afraid that maybe I wasn't enough for you." I choke on the last part as the tears I had been fighting escaped. He had his arms around me in an instant. I cherish the feeling of his arms around me, his hand softly stroking the back of my head.
"How could you think that? You are everything to me. I never knew real loyalty or love until I met you. The family doesn't even come close to filling my life the way that you do. But that isn't even the real problem here. The problem is that you didn't trust me." He whispered.
"But I do." I try to reassure him. "I was stupid. It's just that with--" I stop as sobs overcome by body.
"Shhh, here baby, let me get you some tissues." He reaches over to the top drawer. "Wait! Stop!" I try to stop him but it is too late. He sees what I was trying to hide. First a confused look crosses his face, followed by one of understanding and then astonishment.
Next to the box of tissues was . . .
**** Next to the box of tissues was . . . a bottle of prenatal vitamins and some pamphlets on pregnancy.
"Danny, I was going to tell you." I start.
"When Michelle? Or didn't you trust me enough?" He asked his voice raising as he got off the bed and began pacing again.
"I was going to tell you that night!" I defend myself. " I guess we both had our own set of surprises planned for that night. But then, after the fight I had to wait. For one thing you just disappeared. And I didn't want to you think I was trying to use the baby to keep you and I didn't want you to stay because of the baby." I explained.
He stopped pacing and turned to me. "How far along are you?" He asked quietly.
"Two months. I had my suspicions, but I wanted to be sure before I told you. That is why I was so scared about losing you to the business. I didn't want our child to grow up in that world and I didn't want our child to grow up fatherless. Your mother, unknowingly, just fed those fears and with the pregnancy I just couldn't think straight. I let her get to me, but you see I wasn't just thinking about myself. I have this child, our child, to think about."
He looked at me, the candlelight flickering across his face, illuminating his eyes. He came over to me and knelt down, with tears in his eyes, as he wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head by my stomach. "Oh baby, we're going to have a baby." He whispered softly.
"I know, but that doesn't change anything," I say as I stroke his hair. I lift up his face to look directly in his eyes. "You don't think I trust you and you ran off without a word. I was scared to death that I would never see you again and I would raise this child alone."
"I'm sorry I left you like that. We should have talked things out right then. I was just so angry with you."
"And this baby doesn't change that. We still haven't dealt with your anger. You haven't even told me what you decided while you were gone. So forget that you even know about the baby and tell me. No matter what you will be a part of this child's life. But I won't have you stay with me because of the baby."
The tears I am crying are reflected in his eyes and I see all the pain I caused him. I am so scared of his answer but I need to know. I need to know whether or not we can put this behind us and be a family.
**** We are still eye to eye, our faces inches apart. He takes his hand and lightly touches my face. "You are so beautiful. All that time I was away all I did was think of you and how beautiful you are. I couldn't eat and I couldn't sleep. I would reach for but you weren't there." He stops, taking his hand away from my face and stands.
"I know Danny. I was doing the same thing." I admit, trying to reassure him.
"I know and I kept thinking to myself, 'Why are you doing this?' 'Go to her.' But I couldn't." He walks over to the window, the rain still pouring down. My heart stops as I wait for him to go on.
"Why?" I ask, urging him on.
"Why, because you hurt me? I had tried so hard to be a man you could be proud of and yet you doubted me. You didn't believe in me enough to think I could stay away from the family. And as much as I wanted to go home and forgive you I couldn't forget. I couldn't forget the sound of my heart breaking when you accused me of lying to you." His voice is heartbreakingly low and I protectively wrap my hands around my stomach as I imagined what would come next.
"I understand," I say quietly, finding a strength I didn't think I had. "If you want out, Danny, as much as it would hurt I would let you go. You don't have to worry, I won't keep you from our child."
He turned around slowly and looked into my eyes. His dark eyes penetrating mine, seeing into my soul. "No Michelle, you don't understand. As much as you hurt me, it hurts even more to think of a life without you. The past two weeks have been Hell, but I needed that time to think. Why do you think I came looking for you?" He asked, disbelief in his voice.
"But you said you couldn't forget. What changed? Is it because of the baby? Because I told you I wouldn't keep you--" I start to argue but am cut off by his lips on mine.
***** Into the swirling darkness of passion that only he could evoke I found myself falling. His tongue breaks through my lips searching for mine. My body is hot and cold all at once and I feel my knees give way. Knowingly he wraps his arms tighter around my waist, supporting me, pulling me closer.
There is not an inch between us and I am home. It felt so right but so wrong. We couldn't fix what was wrong like this, but I didn't have the strength to stop. He did.
"Does that feel like I'm staying just for the baby?" He asked huskily, his lips still barely touching mine.
"Danny, we have no problems in the passion department, that's how the baby came about. But it doesn't change the fact that you said you can't forget." I argue, pulling away slightly. I can't afford to lose my senses again, this is too important.
"That's right. I can't forget, but I can forgive. Michelle, we have both hurt each other before and we have forgiven each other, but have we ever really forgotten?" He asks, his voice is fierce and full of passion.
"No," I answer quietly.
"No, because everything that has ever happened between us, good or bad, made us who we are. We learned from our mistakes and it made us stronger. We can't just give up on us. That's why I came here, that is what I decided, that I wanted us to move past this."
"Danny, I want to believe you, I really do. I want nothing more that to spend the rest of my life with you." I tell him, tears welling up again.
"Then believe me Michelle. What do I have to say or do to make you believe that I want to try for us and not just for the baby?"
"I need to know," I pause and take a deep breath, "I need to know that you believe me when I say I trust you, when I say I love you."
"Oh, Michelle. I do believe you." He said, taking my face in his hands. "Is that what you've been so worried about? I understand now why you were so scared. You've lost so many people in your life, but I want you to know that you will never lose me. This is a new beginning for us and I'm going to prove it." He smiled, taking my hand and leading me out of the bedroom.
"Are you crazy?" I yell as he tries to drag me into the rain.
"C'mon, Michelle. Where's your sense of adventure?" He asks teasingly.
"I must have left it at home." I reply, smiling back.
"How about your sense of romance?" He asks, getting wetter by the minute.
"I see nothing romantic about pneumonia." I reply dryly. "Besides I have another person to worry about." I say as I pat my stomach.
"Fine, be that way," he replies, laughing, "I thought it would be symbolic."
"What would be symbolic?" I ask as I smile at my crazy husband standing in the rain.
"Well first of all we have weathered many storms." He starts.
"True."
"Second, the storm always ends, leaving things to grow anew." He continues and I raise an eyebrow.
"I know it's kind of cheesy, but go with me on it." He laughs.
"I'm still here, " I reassure him.
"So therefore the rain washes away the bad and therein lies the new beginning," he pauses. "Okay, so it's REALLY cheesy, but it sounded good in my hand."
We both laugh and I finally feel like everything is going to be okay.
"With the cheese behind me, I just want to say, Michelle," he pauses and turns serious, "I love you, no matter what, and I believe in us and our future. You don't have to doubt my reasons for staying. I would fight with you everyday if it meant that we would spend the rest of our lives together."
I wipe away a tear and step into the rain. I take his face in my hands and smile up at him.
"I love you too. I know I may be a little stubborn at times," he raises his eyebrow, "okay, a lot of the time, but I'll try to be more bearable." I kiss him lightly on the lips.
"I wouldn't have you any other way." He says as he kisses my wet forehead, both of us soaked to the skin.
"Good, because you are stuck with me, my stubbornness and now my raging hormones," I smile at him.
"Oh, not the hormones!" He replies in mock horror and I hit him playfully.
"Hey, if I can handle the cheese you can handle the hormones," I tease.
"Bring on the hormones," he smiles.
"Bring on the cheese," I laugh but he cuts me off with a kiss.
As I feel the kiss deepen I break away. "Danny," I whisper huskily as he continues to kiss down my damp neck and shoulder, "as much as I am enjoying our little reunion here, I would like to mention that we are standing in the rain."
"Is it still raining?" He asks, his voice coming out as a breathy moan.
"Yes, so can we take this little party inside?" I ask, a low moan escaping as he captures my lips with his.
"Your wish is my command." He whispers against my lips as he sweeps me up into his arms and carries me inside.
**** Our wet clothes lay in a pile before the fireplace while our own fire burned in the bed. Our wet bodies clinging together as we reaffirmed our commitment and devotion. The only pause in the passion when he laid soft, tender kisses on my stomach, his eyes full of love as he touched the home of our unborn child.
Afterwards, as we lay entwined in each other's arms a feeling of peace settled in my soul that had been missing since we had been apart.
"I missed you so much," I whisper softly, as I kiss his hand, "I hated waking up alone."
"I know," he whispers, his hot breath caressing my shoulder. "I hated going to bed alone," he finishes, laying a soft kiss on my neck as he buried his head into the crook of my neck and shoulders.
"Then lets make sure it never happens again," I say as I lightly graze his back with my fingertips.
"It will never happen again," he replies inbetween kisses that he plants across my collarbone.
"And never keep anymore secrets," I continue. He stops and looks up into my eyes.
"No more secrets," he promises and kisses me passionately on the lips.
"You know there is something we haven't talked about," I pull away slightly, our lips still touching.
"Babe, I really don't feel like talking right now," he whispers huskily, resuming his kisses down my neck to my collarbone.
"I want to see my house," I continue, ignoring him.
"Now?" He asks disbelievingly.
"Well, obviously not now. I mean if you haven't noticed there is a storm raging outside."
"And a fire raging inside," he finishes.
"How could I forget?" But seriously, when can I see my house?" I ask.
"Your house? Am I allowed to live there too?" He asks, raising his eyebrow.
"Only if you are a VERY good boy," I reply seductively, running my fingers through his damp hair, as I had wanted to do earlier.
"Oh, I promise to be a VERY good boy . . . and a very BAD boy as well." He answers huskily, as his kisses move lower.
"That's what I like to hear," I reply, my voice low and seductive, "So when?"
"Tomorrow my love, tomorrow," he answers and I sigh happily with the knowledge that we would have a tomorrow.
**** 7 months later
I lay restlessly on the bed in our new house. The house was beautiful and Danny had paid attention to every detail. We had moved out of out other house two months after our reunion and were now awaiting the birth of out first child.
That was why I was so restless, I was two weeks overdue and getting impatient. Danny had joked that this child was going to be just like me,10 "even late for her own birth." When we found out it was going to be a girl we agonized over names. We finally decided on Faith, because it was our own faith in each other and our love that had led us back to each other and kept us together. Danny was a doting father even now. He had spared no expense and was constantly talking to the baby, telling her stories about how we met and fell in love.
"I walk over to the window that overlooked the falls. Danny had picked the perfect spot and every morning we ate breakfast together, admiring the view.
"Hey beautiful!" His voice sounded as he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Oh-hands-can't-touch." He joked.
"Ha Ha! NOT funny," I lightly scolded him, turning around and laying light punches in his stomach.
"You're right, it isn't funny. So is today the day?" He asked, taking me back into his arms.
"I hope so," I answer, leaning closer for a quick kiss. "I feel like I'm going to explode at any minute."
"Try not to make a mess," he laughs.
"You're just a regular comedian aren't you? I'm glad you find this so amusing."
"I'm sorry sweetheart. I'm just trying to keep your spirits up and I have a good feeling about today." He apologizes.
"You've been saying that for the past two weeks," I remind him.
"But I really mean it today. But even if it isn't today, there's always tomorrow. There was a time when I was afraid I wouldn't be able to say that."
I look into his eyes and lightly touch his face. All the love I am feeling reflected in his eyes. "Me too, but we made it and nothing will ever come between us again."
"Nothing," he repeats, kissing my forehead, letting his lips rest there.
"I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you and our baby. I love you Michelle. Michelle?" He breaks away when I don't answer. "Honey, what's wrong?" He looks at me worriedly.
"Honey, I think I think it's time," I answer inbetween deep breaths.
"Omigod! I'll call the doctor and get your bag and call your brother and help you to the car and-" He plans as he races around the room in a panic.
"Honey, calm down. I can get my bag and get to the car, you just call the doctor and Rick." I reply, laughing at the irony that it is I that is getting ready to give birth and having to calm my husband down.
"Okay," he agrees before leaving the room and then coming back to give me a quick kiss., "I love you."
"I love you too," I repeat, he leaves and I grab my bag. I rest my hand over my stomach and smile, "Okay little one, it's showtime." I turn and look back out the window knowing that today would be another new beginning for us and overcome with happiness that we were able to find our way back to each others hearts.
THE END
