The Truth About Love

CHAPTER 37: SAMANTHA

March 13, 1993

I have a few lovely surprises to share with you.
I am four months pregnant.
I am now a married woman, as of eleven days ago and can even go as far as saying I'm on the road to happiness.
Are you surprised yet?

Delilah is six now. Can you believe it's been six years since my beautiful, wonderful princess set foot in this world. She is breathtaking and becoming smarter and smarter each day. She clearly takes after her father. She needs to know how everything works and asks more questions than an old man getting a seaserian section would. Most I can't answer. That's Alexander's job. She bothers him at all hours of the day and night for his brilliant input.
He has one of those fancy cell phones, so she can reach him at any time and at any place.

His photography has become very successful, so he takes on many ventures beyond the local magazine in which he started.
He is also a very good father. So he makes time for his only daughter. He always answers and miraculously always has an immediate answer. I can't even comprehend how brilliant he is. It's unbelievable. And my daughter is turning into him.

Alexander and me stayed in touch after my trip to his home in Connecticut a couple years ago.
He even married Cassidy a few months after my visit. He and her had a big wedding, where my little Delilah was a flower girl. I wasn't invited, but surprisingly Dan was. He was even approached to be one of Alexander's groomsmen. He declined. He also didn't acknowledge or respond to the fancy invitation that arrived in the mail. I sent Delilah with Annalise and Roman.
I still don't talk to them much. They knowingly lied to me and mislead me about Cassidy. They get acknowledged and spoken to only when necessary. Both have tried relentlessly to explain and apologize many times. I am a stubborn woman, and have no room for them in my life. They are only a reminder of the heartache I try to escape daily anyways.

So yes, Alexander and me are in touch. Mainly through Dan or when Delilah is next to me on the phone with him and I have to pretend to be friendly. But we never saw each other again after that day a few years ago, until a few months ago.
We'll get to that.

After my night spent with Dan, things changed in our lives a bit. I wanted to remain just friends. Dan wasn't thrilled, but he accepted my plea.

He even started dating a nice woman named Monica. They looked very good together. She was a bank manager of a different branch and they met at a luncheon. How formal. She was very nice and didn't even judge our living arrangement.

Dan at that time was trying to get me another full time job at a bank. After all I couldn't work in the coffee shop forever. I suddenly wished that I had I pursued a career in science, I did go to school for it after all. Stupid me thought that it wasn't fulfilling or going to make me happy, so I moved on. Now I understand that having a steady income is sometimes just as important. So I waited for Dan to complete his hunt.

I junked Alexander's truck and am now driving another piece of crap car. But at least it's not his. I don't know why, I thought I should let that be known.

I even attempted dating after seeing Dan's success. I went on a date with a fellow nurse Mar knew from the hospital she works in. He picked me up in his old school mustang. One I would have throughly appreciated a few years ago. He took me to a nice restaurant in the Upper West Side.
I don't know what happened, or why I did what I did. But after small talk in the car and a completely normal and uneventful walk to the small intimate table in the center of the restaurant, I froze. I literally didn't say a word. I wish I can tell you exactly why, but I guess I freaked out.
After twenty minutes of ordering with my nodding or the shake my head for direction he sighed and asked if I wanted to leave, I nodded.
We walked outside and I walked in the exact opposite direction of his car. He called after me, but I then proceeded to run. I know, I had issues.
Mar wasn't happy at all. She laughed at my misfortune and even poked fun of my deranged state, but was embarrassed as to how to explain this to Frank. That was his name.