Writings

Amy 💓 (guy pov of nicholas💓)

moving around wasn't anything new to me; I was born in New York and then after my mom died when I was six, my dad and I moved to Phoenix, Arizona the day after my seventh birthday.

it didn't take too long for me to make a friend. a girl by the name of amy. she was absolutely the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen in all my seven years on earth.

my dad used to be an amazing dad, he'd show up to my little league baseball games and take me fishing and we'd go to the park and feed the ducks.

but after my momma died in a fire along with my grandparents, her parents, my dad wasn't my dad anymore. in fact, my dad became my enemy.

tonight he'd had too much to drink. so of course, being a kid, and wanting to make sure your only parent didn't die from liver failure, I threw out the three cases of beer into the trash can outside of our new house.

that was a big mistake. when dad came home from the bar an hour later and saw what I had done, he threw me on the ground of our living room and started kicking me, over and over again.

"what did I tell you about touching my stuff?!" he was angry. I tried to move away and run upstairs to my bedroom, but he grabbed me by the wrist and threw me back down.

that night, I threw up blood, all night long. the next day at school, my music teacher asked me what had happened. my face was swollen and a black eye was forming. my lip was also busted.

"i fell off a tree at the park," i lied. "my dad has been telling me to put some ice on my face."

the teacher took me down to the nurse. the nurse made me take off my shirt. I winced when she ran her hands along the bruising on my back.

"take him to the hospital, linda," the nurse said. "if he's hurt as bad as I think he is, call the cops so they can check his home environment."

the music teacher got a substitute to watch the other kids; I didn't miss the look of concern etched on amy's face as she waved bye to me and continued singing with the rest of the class.

the music teacher, ms. linda, paid for my X-ray. she said she had been saving all her money for something important. i guess i was that something important. i didn't even know her last name, yet she treated me like her son.

"he has cracked ribs," the doctor whispered to the music teacher. she shook her head and sighed before taking me back to school. she let me stay with her the remainder of the school day. she even bought me my lunch from the cafeteria because i didn't have any money.

the cops came to the house that night and arrested my dad on child abuse charges. a cps social worker took me away in her red car. the last thing i remembered seeing as the car took me away from Phoenix was a tear stained little girl watching from her bedroom window across the street.

i wondered if i would ever see her again.

PART TWO

it had been ten years since i last lived in phoenix. but finally, the foster care system was letting me live with my aunt and uncle in Seattle, Washington.

they couldn't have kids, so i was like a son to them.

going to school was strange. it was kids I recognized, but they were all taller and their voices had changed. some had piercings, tattoos, and some were dating younger students. i really hoped for their partners sakes that the kids in my grade weren't eighteen.

I had just come from the office with my books and my class schedule for all my classes when I was bumped into, causing everything to fall to the ground. thankfully, the hallway was mostly empty except for a janitor cleaning up puke and a student in his gym clothes rushing to his p.e. class.

"oh!" I murmured. I hadn't yet looked at the person who bumped into me, but once I did, she looked familiar. I couldn't place where I knew her from. But she was absolutely gorgeous. the most beautiful person I'd ever seen in all my seventeen years on earth.

"i'm so sorry!" she said as we picked up my books and she grabbed her phone.

"what's your name?" I smiled up at her, but she gasped instead.

"nicholas?" she whispered.

"do I know you?" I asked.

she was crying. but i was very confused. had i done something to offend her?

"hey, hey. don't cry. what's the matter?" I wiped her tears with my thumb.

"nicholas, it's amy. amy marie anderson. We used to be neighbors back in Phoenix."

that's where I knew her from! she was the little girl I made friends with. she was beautiful then to me but gorgeous now.

"Wow! Hi! I knew you looked familiar! I just moved here, actually just from there. I've been living with my aunt and uncle. How have you been?"

over the course of four months, we spent time at each other's houses and taking her son, max, to the park. he was adorable.

"is max's dad around?" I asked one day. max was asleep in my arms and I kissed his head. I loved this boy a lot. How I wished he was mine.

Amy shook her head and smiled softly at the baby in my arms. "he left me when he found out I was keeping him. he was too immature to accept the responsibility."

"can I adopt him?" before I could stop myself, the words were already out of my mouth.

I watched her face contort to confusion. "he isn't your son," she replied.

"yeah, but I want to be his dad. who knows, I might not be able to have kids in the future."

after a bit of conversation, amy agreed. a few weeks later, max was legally my son.

five years later we got married. max was our ringbearer and my uncle gave amy away.

we started trying for a baby right away. it was one negative test after another. we relied solely on prayer when we found out Amy had ovarian cancer. would the dream id spent my whole life chasing finally never happen? Sure, I got the girl, and also got a son with her, but I wanted flesh and blood.

I wanted to be there for it all. Morning sickness, body changes, the birth. I wanted to have a baby with the woman I love. was that too much to ask for?

we spent many months being angry at God and sorrowful. our dream was slipping away and soon it'd be gone forever.

but that crisp november afternoon changed everything. seeing that test flash two pink lines was an answered prayer. I never doubted God's power again. I knew He was looking out for us.

Thea was beautiful. ten little toes and fingers, all wrinkly, pink, and new. a head full of curly brown hair. she was mine. mine and amy's.

after the doctor revealed that Amy couldn't have anymore children, we were content with our two. I never wanted a ton of kids anyway. just a playmate for our son.

years later, the kids graduated high school, went to college, and met their spouses. they stayed within walking distance from Amy and I, and they brought the grandkids, all six of them, over to play.

one night though, the day before our wedding anniversary, we looked at that framed photo across from our bed and closed our eyes, almost like we were just sleeping.

but oh! the joy we both felt entering the pearly gates with milo running around. that joy got bigger as God declared with a smile, "well done, my good and faithful servants. well done."

                       THE END 💓