My Lovely Murder

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After our guest left and went to their houses down the street, Hazel sat closer to me. She kissed me and hugged me. "Sorry about the joke early," she told me, blushing. "You're fine," I told her. "So, do you want to go to India with them?" she asked. "I'll think about it." I told her. The rest of the day was uneventful. That night wasn't though.

I laid in bed after changing into pajamas in the bathroom after Hazel had. Hazel fell alseep and I held her close to me lovingly. I fell asleep too but was awoken in the middle of the night. I woke up to Hazel screaming. "AHHH! NOOOOOOO!" she yelled, shooting straight up. I quickly sat up and looked at her, sweating from worry. "Are you OK, Hazel?" I asked, worried. She looked at me and hugged me tightly. "NO! I HAD A DREAM SOMEONE WAS CHASING ME AND THEY KILLED YOU AND I WAS NEXT! AND THE BABY WAS DEAD!" she told me, squeezing me tighter and weeping. I put my arms around her and stroked her hair. "Well, I'm alive, don't worry. And the baby will be fine. Trust me." I told her. She looked up and kissed me on the lips. I kissed her back, then made her lay back down to calm down. I do wish I hadn't told her not to worry about the baby now.

I woke up the next day and it was church. I woke up Hazel. I got up and got dressed in the bathroom. I went back into the bedroom and looked in the mirror as I buttomed up my shirt and fixed my hair. "How do I look, my dear?" I asked, looking at her. "Handsome as the first day I met you." she told me, ruffling my hair sweetly. "But the real question is, how do I look?" I looked at her. I saw her in all her beauty. "Beautiful."

I walked with Hazel out to our car, arms linked. You see, George is Hindu, but Lavinia is Christian and is trying to raise Jeremy that way. We drove to church , Lavinia and Daisy's cars trailing behind us. As we drove, I felt Hazel's hand squeeze my hand tightly. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a tear fall from Hazel's eye and slide down her cheek.

"Alex, was this a mistake?" Hazel asked, looking up at me. "The church or the baby? In both cases, no." I told her. "No, getting pregnant, was it a mistake?" she clarified. "Of course not! Hazel, this is a blessing from God! Not a mistake! Nothing can—nor will—change that! Trust me." I told her.

We got to our little church in Boston and I helped Hazel out of the car. We walking into our church with Lavinia and Jeremy. "Say, Mommy, will Daddy go to Hazel?" he asked in his little sweet toddler voice. Lavinia paused, still holding his hand. "I'm not answering that, honey." she told him, walking again. "But, Mommy, will do you and Daddy sound different than me?" Jeremy asked. "Because I'm British. You're a Bostonian." Lavinia told him.

You see, after the war I wanted to move back home with my wife Hazel, so did Lavinia. Lavinia said she would like that, and since Daisy is Hazel's best friend, she moved with us. "But what about Hazel?"

"Because I'm Chinese." she told him.