Perfect With Imperfections

PART 2 - iii

It’s been six months. Courts hasn’t shown much sign of coming out of the coma any time soon. I saw her last two weeks ago. I swear I saw her move, but she didn’t. Of course she didn’t. She made me think of the babies. I cried over how horrible I had been. Her babies, my babies. Alone, no mummy or daddy. I drove straight over the Sharon’s house and took them home. Baby Nina and Damien, that’s what she wanted to call them. They were beautiful. Big brown eyes and thin fluffy hair. Being a dad was harder than I thought. They cried a lot and always wanted attention. I lived with Sharon and Mark, Courtney’s mum and step dad, so I could look after them and have help while I finished college. I played to get a job in teaching, anything that could give me money, to buy a flat and look after the little ones.

Once I brought the flat, I remembered a conversation in a dream. Courts was sitting by the fire, eating a packet of crisps, laughing. We were talking about the dream house and she described hers to me.

“My perfect house you say? Well it would have to be big, with open spaces, and glass windows all around, for the sunlight to shine through in the early crisp mornings of winter. A porch wrapping around the house with a swing chair, for lazy romantic evenings curled up in each other’s arms. A garden like my very own forest, were I could be surrounded by trees as high as big ben…” she was moving her arms all around, waving them about to describe features of the house. “An egg shaped bathtub with little silver feet and great fluffy towels!” she threw her crisps up into the air. A few landing in the fire, burning away. The look of sadness crossed her face, making me laugh. “That’s what you get for throwing around your food!” I woke with a start. That was it; I was going to make her come back. To a home, to her babies, to her husband…