The Wylie Diaries : Where The Flowers Bloom

Chapter Ten : Believe

"Me, I still believe in paradise. But now at least I know it's not some place you can look for because it's not where you go. It's how you feel for a moment in your life when you're a part of something and if you find that moment, it lasts forever."

~ The Beach

The months seem to have flown by. Eight months have passed since we received the news that we would be having our family. I cannot put into words the emotions which coursed through our bodies at that very moment. Months on, the emotions are still as crazy as ever. We wait anxiously each day for the moment our child is born into the world, knowing that the due date is fast approaching.

We recently bought that house by the lake, the one with the meadow and single tree. We figured that since we would be expanding our family, it would be best to have a larger home. The tiny house has served us as a home for many years, it's finally time to move on.

The decorating had taken some time, though. I guess it was a good thing in the end, it gave us a goal to strive towards until we had our child in our arms. The house consists of three bed-rooms. Each independently decorated. We never really decided who would have the third bedroom, there is only three of us after all. The living room a light blue colour, so that even on the stormiest of days, the light of daylight will always be around. Paintings that we both like lay on the walls, each telling their own stories. At night, the lights turn an orange and yellow colour, mimicking the sunset and relaxing mood.

On the suffocating days of summer, we take our meals out into the meadow and sit amongst the flowers. It's beautifully cool and we enjoy our meals amid the melodious twitters of birds. I love the house so much and we havn't even officially moved in yet. It's the house where we received the news we had waited our entire lives to hear. It's the house where we are going to grow old and live amongst nature. Everything we had ever talked about was finally coming true. The house, the family and our love for each other. That's all we ever wanted for each other.

Every morning we wake up in the same way, this morning was no different. I found my head placed firmly on the hairy torso of Tyler. His chest providing more support than the fluffiest of pillows.

"Tyler, wake up. It's eight o'clock" I say, nudging him with my palm, causing him to rock back and forth like a boat lost at sea with no anchor.

"Okay, Okay" he responds, rolling on top of me, crushing me with his full weight.

"Tyler! I can't breathe!" I attempt to scream, but the lack of air supply prevents me from making but the smallest of noises.

Tyler continues to roll back and forth along my chest, preventing me from taking any significant amount of air into my lungs. He chuckles as he sees me struggling for breath, finally releasing me from my agony as he rolls to the side, picks up his clothes and goes to the bathroom.

These days are full of waiting. Every day we wonder if this is going to be the day that our family is finally created, but it never is. We have a lot to do today, I thought to myself. We have to put the finishing touches to the outside of the house and fix the roof which had some damage done to it before we moved in.