Sequel to Dear Nick. This story continues where Dear Nick left off, in the epilogue. If you haven't read Dear Nick, read it to see how they began. Their love is deep & pure, having been perfect since they finally got on the same page. Now, their per...
As I was leaning over the sink, I heard footsteps then felt Nick's hands on my arms. "Demi, are you okay?"
I shook my head. "Six weeks is such a long time, Nick."
"I know, but we have Skype & FaceTime. It will fly by you'll see."
I spun around to glare at Nick. "Seriously? Six weeks is not going to fly by because I'll have our son, who is going to be doing all these things, for the first time & you're going to miss it. All of it."
"You can record stuff & I'm not going to miss too many things. I mean he's not going to be doing anything too exciting for a few more months. I'll be home before he does anything really amazing." He was looking at me with a tiny smile on his face.
I wasn't amused, so my mouth fell open, in disbelief. "This is our first child. Everything is exciting!" I nearly screamed at him then pushed him away so I could walk around him. "Did you put him down for a nap?"
"Yea. He was practically falling asleep outside."
"I'm going to go lay down. I have a headache."
"Demi, we need to talk. I don't want you to be mad about this."
"There's nothing to talk about. You're leaving & there's nothing I can do about it."
"It's my job, Demi. What do you want me to do?" Nick leaned on the counter, watching me with sad eyes.
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I sighed, watching him, feeling like a horrible wife. "I'm sorry. I know it's your job. I just get sad thinking of not seeing you for so long."
"I know. I get sad too. I hate being away from you for one day, let alone weeks. And now I'm even more sad because I have a son that I'll have to leave. I'm scared to death he'll forget who I am & when I get home he'll look at me as if I'm a stranger."
I stuck my lip out, suddenly feeling bad, that I had gotten so upset, with him, when he's probably more upset with himself, than I ever could be. I knew he had a demanding job, one that took him away from us, so I should try to be more understanding. I walked to Nick & put my arms around his shoulders. "It is a tough job being a hero. Evan will understand one day. In the meantime, I will do whatever I have to, to make sure he doesn't forget his daddy." I said, then Nick smiled, bringing his mouth to mine.
"Thank you, Wife."
I pushed him away, gasping. "You're going to be gone for your first Father's day!"
Nick blinked a few times, his mouth agape, like he just remembered this piece of information. "Maybe we can celebrate Friday, with Evan. And on Father's day, you'll Facetime me." Nick smiled, but he seemed sad.
I cleared my throat because I was about to start crying. "Of course." I nodded, quickly, then turned away.
"I will have lots more Father's days... and the rest will be even better because Evan will actually know what's going on & he'll remember."
