To my Sweet Sweet Man,
I'll just get this out first.
I've been thinking about this, about telling you, for some time now, and I guess I just can't wait anymore. So here's one more birthday present for you - I'm carrying, a child. Our child. I'm suspecting it's from August, one of out last times together. Oh this is a blessing. If He could bless you too so you'd come back, and in one piece.
Currently, my mother is the only other to know. I had to tell her so she could confirm my suspecting. I am planning to tell your sister after you write back, if you agree with it, of course.
Oh I am just so happy. I can't say anything more!
In other news,
I found a cure for my sleeplessness, temporarily though. I find that holding your shirts close to my face calms me and tricks me into believing you're with me in our bed. But your cotton shirt has already run out of scent, which means I don't have many left. And it's really not easy being without you in these times.
Me and your sister made an arrangement to celebrate your birthday today, without you, hah. We have to take care of your morale, too, you know. She has been missing you terribly lately, so please do send some comfort in your letters to her.
How are YOU celebrating your birthday?
I hope the news of the baby will be a beacon of morale. That you'll be able to follow it's light home, as a father.
LOVE,
Mama.
YOU ARE READING
Til Roses Do Us Part || ✔
Historical Fiction1914 The Great War had just begun and two British newlyweds exchange letters as the conflict escalates on the Western front; one of them on land, the other in the trenches. They share tenderness, compassion and comfort. [an epistolary novel]
