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tw: slight angstseems i get in my own way, the more i think the less i say
i had been writing music in my studio when i went to check my phone. the first thing i had seen when i turned it on was that i had a missed call from my beautiful wife. concerned, considering she was supposed to be only upstairs when she called me, i checked the voicemail she left me.
"tyler...i don't know what to do. i put junie and rosie down for a nap and i...i just started crying. i know you're just in the studio but i can't get off this couch i just...i don't know why i can't stop crying. i'm thinking about getting old. and i don't know a lot about you still. we've been married for almost ten years, we just keep getting- getting older and what if we don't get to learn everything about each other? i need you right now."
i immediately slid my phone in my pocket and left my studio. i went upstairs to the living room and saw jenna, asleep on the couch. her cheeks were tear stained and she was holding her stomach. 20 weeks. we couldn't wait to meet our little boy.
i crawled onto the couch and slid behind her so that i was holding her. she stirred and realized i was there. she frowned slightly.
"i needed you." jenna stated, but then held on to me tightly. i let out a sad sigh. i felt truly awful. i had wished i was there for her when she needed me. but i was just working on a song...
"i know. i came as soon as i heard your voicemail. i'm sorry, jenna." i apologized, sincerely. jenna buried her head in my chest. i ran my hands through her hair, soothingly.
"we're getting older, tyler. and i'm scared." jenna admitted.
"i know you're scared. i think everyone's at least a little scared of it. we don't know what's going to happen after this life. but i can tell you one thing." i started. she looked up at me with her ice blue eyes, pooling with water. i smiled, slightly. "whatever happens after this life, i know we'll be together. when i married you, i promised you forever, didn't i? i meant it. we're going to have all the time in the world to learn everything about each other. i love you more than anything in this universe."
jenna smiled and kissed my cheek before laying her head on my chest. it was then when i ever so slightly felt something nudge my leg. jenna's head snapped up, excitedly.
"he kicked! did you feel that?" she asked, a smile stretching across her flawless face. although i had only felt it slightly, i still became excited, myself.
"are you kidding? it was like a full on kick in the leg!" i joked. we both laughed together when i had an idea.
"i have to show you something." i told jenna. "let me grab my uke."
i jumped up and practically ran to my studio to retrieve my ukulele. i then got back and sat on the floor in front of jenna. she looked at me, half-surprised, half-excited.
"i've been working on this for a while and i wanted to make sure it was perfect. it's almost done and i even made two versions for the new album. but this version, is your version. jenna's version." i explained to my wife, before taking a pick out of my pocket. i then began to strum the chords.
"i hope i communicate, the craving. now i see intentions don't mean much." i sang. i sang her the entire song, and as i did, our almost two and almost four year old came out to join their mom on the couch. they snuggled up to her as they smiled, watching me. that was always the best feeling, knowing that my girls were proud of me. i hoped my boy would be too.
after i had finished the song, my family tackled me on the floor, swarming me with affection. there was a time that i had thought that love wasn't for me. deep down, i had always hoped and prayed that someone would prove me wrong. of course, jenna proved me wrong. it was with her that i built a life and a family that showed me was true love was. she was the one who showed me i was worth something.
it was for her, that i would write a million songs.
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