It was the day my husband, Chris and I were moving from the city that brought us together. We finally had everything packed and ready to head to Ohio, Columbus to be exact. We decided to make the big move after my miscarriage six months ago. It was just to hard being in our house, around the nursery that my husband and I had worked such long hours to bring to completion and know that our little baby girl was never going to sleep there.
Our families didn't make things any better with all their pity stares and their need to treat me like I was about to combust at any moment. So when my husband was offered a promotion that would take him to Ohio I all but pushed him to take it. And now we were leaving our home in Pennsylvania to try and start over.
Now I'll admit, Columbus Ohio was Pittsburgh, but it was a growing city and the job was a great opportunity for Chris, plus I found a nice job for myself as well. It took me a while to convince Chris that me working was a great idea, seeing as I didn't need to, but I did need to do something with my time and sitting around doing nothing, I knew, would only make me dwell and I didn't want to go back to that dark place again.
"Ready?" Chris shouted from the front door as I made my way down the stairs to meet him.
"Yeah..." I said with a sigh as I stopped at the bottom of the stairs, "I was just taking one last look at Stella's nursery... before we leave this place for good."
Chris looked away from me and up at the stairs before pulling me into a hug and kissing the top of my forehead. Then, like he always seemed to do when I was talking about anything related to our unborn child, he rushed out to the car, he didn't say anything though, and he never did, not about Stella anyway. My husband hasn't talked about the miscarriage since it happened; he's even refused to say her name out loud. I thought with some space and time he'd at some point be ready to talk about it but that hasn't been the case. So instead it seems I've been the only one actually dealing with what happened while Chris... I don't think he's even really cried about it yet.
Giving another deep sigh, I took one last look around the place we used to call home before locking up and making my way down to the car. Chris was giving final directions to the men driving the moving truck when my cell started buzzing, "You know you can still change your mind Sophia, you don't need to run away to an entirely different state to deal with your loss."
"Hello to you too mom, and I'm not running... it's just time for a change in scenery. Besides, you and I both know why this has got to happen," I said in a whisper as I got in the car, "Chris is hurting, mom, he's not dealing with it at all and it's straining our relationship. If going to a whole new city will help him coupe with the miscarriage then that's what we'll do... I need my husband back."
Chris opened the door just as I was finishing up with my mother, "That your mom? Tell her not to worry we'll be back for Thanksgiving."
"Did you hear that mom? You think you can handle dad all by yourself until then?" I said jokingly into the phone.
"Oh please, you and I both know I've been handling your father since the day we met," my mom said back before pausing for a moment, "Mom?" I asked wondering if I'd lost the call only to have her answer me seconds later, "You both just take care of each other, you hear me? You both need each other more than ever now... you remember that."
"I will mom and I'll call you when we get there. I love you, tell dad I'll talk to him soon."
As I hung up my cell, I looked over at my husband as he focused on turning onto the freeway and silently wondered if we were making the right decision for us... I guess time will tell.
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Sophia {Forbidden Love}
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