You ran through the door, sliding on the polished surface before tumbling down by my side. You cried a long time, holding me in the bed. I cried, though the sound was difficult. The tears rolled down my face and they had to be whipped away for me because I couldn’t use my arms yet. Talking was fine after a few weeks. But I didn’t care, I saw their little faces. Rush in through the door and propel themselves onto the bed. Huddling around me, looking at my eyes, talking and gurgling. They were beautiful. They were mine.
“I missed you baby girl.” You were crying again, the sun coming down, shining through the curtains in a pink glow. I held you in my arms, stroking your hair. Smelling you.
“You have no idea how much I missed you. I dreamt of you. Trying to remember.” I started to cry too. It was too painful.
“When can I come home?” I asked, sniffing. You kissed my forehead.
“When you get better. Then, you can come home.” The nurse never realised you slept with me, in the small hospital bed that night. Or maybe she had, and just didn’t care enough to make you leave, and for that I was grateful. I was home, in your arms.
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Perfect With Imperfections
Romance"Will i ever see my children again? will i float in this nothingness forever?" When Courtney suddenly see's the pregnancy test turn positive what will she do? keep or abort? tell the father or not? Read the story of a teenage pregnancy - become a be...
