Broken Faith ✓

Chapter 18: Dreams Do Come True

My eyes fleeted open. I hadn't looked forward to this day in my life a lot. I dreaded it even more these last few years. But today it was here and this time I wasn't scared. This time I felt an energy pulsating through me. It resembled something like yellow champagne bubbles flowing through me filling me with exhilaration and excitement.

My stomach was doing little little flips. A wide smile broke across my lips. I slowly rose from my mattress until I was sitting up in bed. My heart was beating rapidly. I placed a hand on my heart to try and calm it but it clearly refused to. 

I laughed. I got out of my bed, discarding my light duvet and floated towards Arlo sleeping on the bed. I bent over my baby sleeping peacefully with one of his legs in the duvet and one leg out. His blonde hair ruffled all over the pillow, his tiny chest heaving. I swept my hair out of the way and held it in one of my hands as I bent down slowly until I kissed him so softly. I moved back a little and saw his eyebrows furrowed. I laughed. 

I picked him up even though he was still sleeping soundly. His head was resting so sloppily on my left shoulder. I carefully treaded outside to the living area so I had more space. I started twirling on the spot and dancing slowly, doing a sort of waltz except I didn't know how to waltz at all.

I started singing softly as I took one of his tiny little hands in my right hand and supported his weight with my left hand. I continued to dance around the living room gently. My voice and gentle movement were stirring him awake. His feet clenched and then relaxed while his head was moving about on my shoulder. I kept singing, I knew I couldn't sing but it was just Arlo and I. As I kept singing slowly he moved a little more and his head rose from my shoulder as it came into my view as he moved in front of my face. He rubbed his hands on his eyes and yawned.

"Awwww good morning baby" I kissed his little nose.

His hands moved from his eyes and flopped to rest at his side as his brown eyes met mine. He blinked sleepily. I resumed my singing as I still moved around the living room gently. His tiny eyes focussed solely on me. Slowly but surely as I continued what I was doing he smiled. He began to sing with me the bits and pieces he could remember of our song.

He locked his hands around my neck. This. It was moments like this that I chose defined my life. It was moments like these that made everything worth it. I slowly stilled as the song came to an end and kissed his soft cheek.

"You have a good voice" he smiled.

I saluted him as I put him down on the ground "Why thank you sir" which managed to get a toothy grin out of him.

"Why don't you get ready while I whip up some breakfast for us?" I smiled and asked.

"Okay" he smiled.

"Okay" I said as I kissed the top of his head.

He skipped his way to the bathroom as I started prepping my favourite breakfast. As I whipped the eggs with a fork my mind wandered. As I broke the yolk and its yellow hue coloured the rest of the egg I was hoping the rest of the day would be the same; the bright yellow colour would be what my day would turn into, that sunshine would dissolve itself into my whole day.

My thoughts came to a halt with a knock on the door, two sets of three knocks. This could only be them. There was no one else that knew that special knock we kept for ourselves. I left the fork in the bowl with the eggs and paced quickly to the door. I quickly peeked through the peep hole just for reassurance and sure enough it was who I thought it could be.

I opened the door and smiled "Hi dear! How are you?" I barely had a chance to reply as the warm woman standing before me wrapped me in a squishy but affectionate hug.