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Mister blue eyes 💙

The first time we met, the first thing I noticed about him was his eyes. Bright blue eyes.

"I'm Sawyer," he said. I couldn't take my eyes off his. They had me captivated.

He smiled and my heart almost melted. "You have freckles," he said.

I took my eyes off his and smiled, nodding shyly. "Yeah, I got 'em from my mom. But I'm insecure about them."

He nodded and said, "Well, I think girls with freckles are beautiful."

When I didn't reply, he asked, "What's your name?"

I blushed. The one thing I always hated was my name. "Rose."

He shook his head. "You look like a Savannah to me."

I smiled. From then on, he always called me Savannah. Around him, I could pretend my name really was Savannah. He made my insecurities about myself go away.

We were attached to each other for months. We started dating. I loved him, especially his eyes. I could get lost in them.

One day, he proposed. Tears were rolling down both our faces as he slid the ring onto my finger and he smiled before kissing my head. "I'm going to make you my wife, Savannah. Just you wait."

We got married along the riverbank in New York. My mom attended and she smiled so big. She was so proud.

We planned a trip to Peru for our honeymoon two months after we were married. We looked forward to it. It was all Sawyer could talk about. Well, other than kids.

"I could see us having a whole soccer team," he smiled.

I snorted at that. "Two kids, max. That way we won't go broke."

He laughed. "Okay, fine. We'll start off with two. Then we'll go from there."

I laughed and kissed him. He smiled and started talking about the future.

The day came to leave for Peru. Sawyer was meeting me at the airport and we would be flying together.

I put on my favorite dress, the one Sawyer loved. It was bright yellow. I paired it with white flats and the necklace my mom gave me. I kissed the ring on my finger, excited about this trip and spending forever with Sawyer. The honeymoon was only the beginning.

When I got there and was checked in, I sat down on a bench with my suitcase beside me and called Sawyer. He was late.

The call went to voicemail and I scrunched my face up in confusion. He always answered my calls.

I waited around and watched the people coming and going, catching connecting flights, eating lunch. I laughed as a little boy ran from his mom, giggling as he ran with a candy bar in his chubby little hand.

Truth be told, I wanted our first baby to be a boy. So there'd be a mini Sawyer running around.

I could see it now. Five years from now, a toddler with the same blue eyes as Sawyer would be running around. He'd be so smart and be able to make friends at daycare so easily. He would have a charm about him that was surprising for a toddler.

I smiled to myself. Sawyer would have made the best dad.

The afternoon turns to night as the airport slows down. People are slumped against the walls and on the benches asleep for their early morning flights. I'm awake, still waiting on Sawyer.

Maybe he got delayed at work. He works for an automotive company. Maybe someone had car trouble and he's still trying to help them. Sawyer's that kind of guy. He would give the shirt off his back to help anybody.

Heavy footsteps walk up to me. I smile. Sawyer! He's here.

But I'm met with a glistening badge and a somber looking police officer.

"Mrs. Lane?" The police officer shuffled his boots.

I smiled. "That's me."

"Your husband, Sawyer Lane, was involved in a car accident. About an hour ago."

I nodded. "But he's okay right? I mean, we're supposed to be in Peru right now for our honeymoon. But he was late. He's okay right?"

He cleared his throat, his eyes watery. "Mrs. Lane, a drunk driver hit him and he ran off the road. The glass from the windshield got into his chest, in his heart. I'm so sorry. Your husband was declared deceased at the scene."

My body left me in that moment. My soul was crushed. How could I go on without Sawyer? What about our future, our kids?

He was supposed to be here. He would be so excited about this trip.

A year after his death and his burial, my mom moved into our house to help with the baby.

I found out a week after the car accident that I was pregnant. It was Sawyer's last gift to me.

The baby is three months old. And he's perfect.

I hold him and he coos in his sleep. His chubby little finger wraps around my own and I kiss his head. His daddy watches over him, even though I can't see him.

He lets out a cry and I shush him, rocking him back and forth. "It's okay, bud. It's okay, Elliott. You're okay."

He stops crying and stares at me. His eyes are so big and blue. I laugh and kiss his head. He has the same eyes as the man I fell in love with.

Sawyer.

My mister blue eyes.