Arabella's and Hardin's story continues....
After almost three years of blissful marriage, and reigning as King and Queen, our star crossed lovers can't find a single fault in their perfection of a life.
Then, it gets even better with a special deli...
^^Listen to: Dancing with your ghost ~ Sasha Sloan whilst reading this chapter.
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I'm pregnant. God, that took me a long time to get used too.
My stomach had grown into a bump over this past month. My clothes hardly fit, I could no longer bend down to tie my own shoes but the best part was that, I was no longer alone anymore.
I had my baby. Our baby. The last piece of Hardin, currently growing inside of me. We did it, baby. I wanted to scream that so many times. One day I actually did.
I walked to his grave, I sunk to my knees and cried, screaming how we had accomplished what we had tried to all them months ago. Before the war.
I could hardly believe Dr Harriet when she announced that I was three months pregnant. Now four months, and in perfect condition.
This baby saved me. Our baby saved me. Somehow, Hardin managed to protect me from beyond grave. He saved me from myself and gave me the greatest gift I could have possibly asked for.
Our baby was my everything. I thought I would never find love again, little did I know that love was blossoming right inside of me.
I found the crinkled piece of papers I kept, tucked under my pillow and brought it out to read once more. Wyatt gave it to me a few days after I found out about the pregnancy.
Although the pain has eased slightly, I was frightened and scared of raising a child alone. I still was. This letter that Wyatt gave me though helped me to found some form of closure.
"This was his last letter." Wyatt had said, tears brimming in his eyes as he handed me the torn paper. "I kept it on me at all times, he did the same with mine. Just in case."
I cried that day. A lot. Still now, anguish and melancholy always arose whenever I read it, and I read it every night. Not to feel the pain, but to experience a moment with my husband again. It was almost as though he was here himself, reading it to me.
My love, if you're reading this now then it means I am no longer for this world.
Firstly, I feel I must apologise. I'm leaving you alone to face the horrors we used to endure together and for that, there are no amount of words I could use to describe how sorry I am.
I hope my death was quick, I pray you didn't have to witness it and I want you to know that in my final moments, my only thoughts were of you. Of us. Our love and everything we have built together.
At least now, our little boy won't be alone in heaven. I'll be joining him now and I promise you that I will protect to him with all my heart. I want you to live your life baby. I want you to make new memories, find new love and be happy without me.
I know exactly what you will want to do ans taking the easy way out by taking your own life is not the way. You must wait for your time to come and when I does I want you to fight. You deserve seventy more happy years but you can't do it alone.
