The fine sand of the beach stretches out in front of me, bearing the traces of the waves which come crashing with a soothing regularity. My gaze is lost in the blue immensity of the Pacific Ocean, while the light breeze blows gently through my hair. I squeeze the letter I received between my fingers, the words traced by John's hand seem almost palpable.
"Honey, I can't wait to see you again and hold you in my arms. Every day here is one step closer to our future together. I dream of the time when we can finally bring all of our plans to fruition."
John's letters are my lifeline in this sea of uncertainty and fear that accompanies each new day at the military hospital. As a nurse in the Navy, my mission is to care for wounded soldiers sent back from the front, to heal their physical and mental wounds. And yet, each night, reading John's words of love, I find comfort that keeps me going.
We dream of our future, of the house we will build, of the children we will have. These dreams became our northern stars, guiding us through the dark times of war. Today, as I prepare for the most important day of my life, those dreams finally seem within reach.
The white dress slips gently over my shoulders, eyes moist with happiness fixed on my reflection in the mirror. With shaking hands, I make the final adjustments to my outfit, savoring the excitement mixed with a hint of apprehension.
Meanwhile, John is engrossed in the final preparations on his uniform. Footsteps echo through the room as I head for the door, leaving the cocoon of calm behind me to enter the vibrantly emotional church.
In the heart of the church, the scent of flowers filled the air, mingled with the palpable excitement that wafted among the guests. The conniving smiles of my nurse friends reassured me as I walked towards the altar, where John was waiting for me, his eyes shining with love.
The ceremony passes like a dream, our vows pronounced with deep conviction that comes from the depths of our hearts. Finally, the officer announced in a loud voice : "This is Sergeant John Basilone and his wife."
The evening in the castle that follows is a whirlwind of emotions and laughter. Under the twinkling stars we dance carefree, our dreams of the future now anchored in the present.
The weeks that follow bring with them a strange feeling, a new sensation that hangs in the air. I try to ignore it, concentrating on the joys of our new life together. But John, ever attentive, notices the change.
"Honey, you seem different lately. Are you okay?" he asks, his brown eyes fixed on me with concern.
I smile, trying to clear my confused thoughts. However, my nurse friends did not share my reluctance and helped me to take a pregnancy test followed by an ultrasound.
Back home, I take a deep breath and look John straight in the eye : "John, there's something I need to tell you."
His hand gently rests on mine, his voice filled with love and anticipation : "No matter what, we'll get through it together."
"John, we're having a child." I whisper, my throat tight with emotion.
His eyes fill with tears, his smile bright: "Honey, I couldn't be happier. Our future is taking shape, a little piece of us that will grow."
In the next moment, I'm wrapped in his arms, our dreams coming to life in ways we could never have imagined. As our lips meet in a sweet kiss, I know that whatever path the war takes, our love will be our compass, guiding every step towards the promising horizon that awaits us.
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The Pacific imagines
أدب الهواةI hope you will like my imagine stories. This is my first time doing this kind of story.
