Another Cliché Love Story

The Funeral

I have been attending church service nightly. Elijah and I have found comfort in church. These months since our daughter has passed have been hard. It's always hard not knowing what could have been. Cleaning out the baby room was hard, but Elijah and I have gotten through it today.

After church we go out to eat.

"How was your day?" I ask him.

"It was fine. Emanuel actually wanted me to ask you if you wanted to continue modeling for him."

"Really? He wants me to model for him again."

"Of course Princess you're beautiful and he said the crowd is dying for you."

"But I have to finish school and I'm CEO."

"He just wants you for the year and you've been taking college classes since sophomore year you only have two years left at college." He's right.

"What about you? You can't travel with your heart condition."

"I'll be fine."

"That's where you're wrong. I'm not leaving you by yourself especially after everything that happened. We're a package deal."

"You'll be my wife next month." He reminds taking my hands from across the table. "I can't wait." He tells me.

"But first we have to get past my mother's funeral tomorrow."

"I'm here with you Princess."

I give his hands a tight squeeze.

We finish eating dinner and go home.

We go to my mother's home
Which is the only thin she left to Elizabeth. Elizabeth was more than grateful, seeing as she had no other place to call her own.

Elizabeth greets me with a hug. I never thought I'd be so happy to hug her. We've bonded over our grief and actually developed a relationship.

"Welcome." She tells me and Elijah, "How was church?"

"It was good. They had a good message about strength and determination." Elijah explains.

"That's nice, but come in! Sit."

We do as she said and sit comfortably on the couch and then we hear her daughter slowly crawling down the stairs.

"Mom!" She calls.

Elizabeth picks up her daughter. "Say hi, we have company."

"Hi." Her daughter Eliza says.

"Go give them hugs." Elizabeth tells her, setting her on the floor.

Little Eliza comes running to me and hugs my legs and then hugs Elijah. It doesn't hurt as much anymore to hug her. I still wonder what my child would have looked like.

"So how's the move going?" I ask.

"It's simple. It's not like I had a lot of belongings where I was living." Elizabeth reminds me.

"Have you seen the man?" I ask.

"He's been calling me, but I haven't answered."

"Do you think he'll try to take her?" I ask. In that moment I saw the old Elizabeth. The mean girl who takes out competition or things that get in her way. I saw the girl that would do underhanded, deceitful things to ensure that she got what he wanted in the end. I saw the hellish girl that hit me with her car.

"He didn't even want her." Elizabeth snaps. She takes a deep breath and calms down. "I'm sorry, I've been thinking a lot about that and I won't let him take her."

I nod. "I was thinking about giving you a part of the company. I am going off to college. You are finished with college and if we're being real you've always been better at this business stuff than me."

"Oh."

"I was thinking sixty-forty, because you are a flight risk and my college is right up the street basically."

"I understand and I'll take it." She tells me.

"I'll give the paper work to you over the weekend." I tell her.

She nods. "Thanks."

Moments later Elijah and I leave. He drives us home.

I take my shoes off and head upstairs. Tomorrow is my mom's funeral. I climb into bed without a word and Elijah joins me. He wraps his arms around me so tight and I've never felt so safe in my life.

"It'll be okay Princess." He tells me.

I drift to sleep wrapped in his arms.

My phone rings and I wake up and grab it and answer it.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Come on get up. You told me to wake up. The limo will be at your place in an hour." Elizabeth tells me.

Right mom's funeral today.

I groan and get up. I brush my teeth and wake Elijah up.

We meet for breakfast in the kitchen and eat our food.

"Be strong today. I know this hurts, but you must remember Princess, this is only a season. We most definitely will get through this together." He tells me.

I look at him wide eyed holding back my tears. "We will get through this together."

We finish eating and I slide into a fitted black dress and put on a matching black hat. I put on red lipstick and black heels.

Elijah has his black suit on. He comes and wraps me in his arms. He kisses my forehead and I wrap my arms tight around him.

The door bell rings. He gets it.

"It's time to go Princess." He tells me.

I go to the door and see Elizabeth holding her daughter. They are wearing matching black dresses and the hurt in my heart grows slightly.

"You ready?" She asks.

I nod. "You guys look nice."

She smiles at me and then hugs me.

We get in the limo parked outside and go to my mother's funeral and then afterwards bury her in the plot next to my father.

Seeing his graves hits me with past pain and my tears start flowing all over again. Beatrice places her hand on my shoulder. I feel my knees buckle.

"Catch her." Emanuel announces. He shocked me when I saw him in the funeral. I truly wasn't expecting it.

Elijah catches me from falling to the ground.

Elizabeth puts a hand on my shoulder. "It's okay, you have me now. We're sisters we're going to get through this." She whispers.

"Come on Princess let's go." Elijah offers.

"I can't move." I tell him.

He picks me up and carries me to the limo.

We all get in the limo and I rest my head on his chest.

Elijah's phone rings. He looks at it. "It's the doctor." He tells me then answers.

"Yes hello." Elijah speaks. "Really! Really! This is amazing news!"

"What is it?"

Elijah hangs and kisses me passionately. I pull back. "What?!"

"They found a donor."

I gasp in surprise then kiss him. This is amazing.