A 21 year old dishonest women. Takes place in a church. Forgotten wedding anniversary. Theme;The future.
I felt guilt overriding my logic, but this couldn't be blamed on me. Maybe it was God's doing, maybe it's a sign that it wasn't meant to be; I was never Ill-behaved. I came to confess my sins, I haven't been to confession in years, nor a service for that matter. I had quit the church quite some time ago; I left for my husband's religious beliefs, I regret doing so. As I looked around the old church building something nostalgic resonated within me; It was peace. The priest watched as I walked around the isles, his face was less puzzled and more wise than expected. It was like he knew why I was there, but he was waiting until I was ready. "Father, where is your confession box?" He grinned and nodded, pointing to the left where there was a small opening. I followed his guide to the small room which was the confession box.
"I confess to Almighty God and to you, Father, that I have sinned. My last confession was two years ago. Since then, I have committed sins. Those of infidelity and betrayal. For these and all the sins that I have committed during my life, I am deeply sorry."
There was a long silence that crept over the confession box. I leaned up to see if there was anyone on the other side. There was indeed someone listening quietly. The longer the quiet grew the more uneasy I felt. Just before he said something I left hurriedly. I did not stop to say goodbye to the priest or resonance the history of the church, I no longer wanted to. I wanted to leave and feel security in his arms again; my husband, my love, Andrew.
I sat up in my car wondering what would await me. Would he be waiting with an ambitious surprise or would he be mad I was so late. It was our anniversary, we hadn't talked since lunch break and I didn't say anything but... there's no way he could've forgotten our two year anniversary, right?
When I pulled up in the driveway something eerie pounded away in my chest like bricks being thrown through glass. I went behind his back, what if he knew? I clenched the steering wheel with all strength pouring my anxieties into it. A buzz and a flash from my phone gave reason to me letting go. It was from him, asking when I'd be home. By the time I unlocked my phone there was another. "Text me when you're on your way" This was the perfect opportunity to surprise him. I reached into the backseat grabbing a small purple gift bag. Inside contains the watch he'd been looking at for months and his favorite candy, as well as a handwritten letter attached to a picture from the day we met. I let a deep breath out, I was ready. I walked up to the door and unlocked it as quietly as I could. At first, I walked into the kitchen, it was messier than usual, but I didn't notice anything unusual. I sat my purse down on the table and cleaned up the mess. That's when I came across the papers. "BABE!" I roared furiously. He came running from the bedroom anxiously, tripping over his own feet. "W-what is it, baby?" I smiled tearfully and shoved the paperwork in his face. He looked at it confused, shortly the confusion slid off his face and he joined me in a smile. He picked me up and twirled me around in a hug. "We got approved!" He cheered. I kissed him, "You know what this means, right?" He started crying and squeezed me tighter in his arms. "We're gonna be parents." He wiped his tears and lead me by the hand to the room he was previously in. It was being decorated for a young child. I handed him the gift bag. The first thing he pulled out was the watch, the last was the letter and picture. The picture from the day we met, the story of how this little kid introduced us to each other. The story of how that little kid would soon be our adopted son, our son. We framed and hung the picture in the front entrance eagerly awaiting the day he would arrive and officially be ours.
