Bad Luck or Fate?

Chapter 57

The whole drive home Breckyn slept with her hand reaching behind her, clutching Thomas's car seat. I smiled as I looked in the rearview mirror and saw her hand holding Thomas's. He was gripping Breckyn's index finger. His hands were so tiny. His little fingers made me so happy. The poor kid got my wonky fingers. If that is the only thing my son got from me, I'll be happy with that. I grinned to myself as I remembered bringing Winnie home for the first time. Nancy had done the same thing, hold Winnie's little hand the whole ride home. 

I put my eyes back to the road and continued home. I don't think I ever drove over 15 miles an hour on the way home. I hate driving through Manhattan but I really hate it when I have precious cargo on board. I heard Thomas give out a small cry asI heard Breckyn sigh when she let go of his hand as she leaned over in the seat and put her head on my shoulder and snuggled into my neck.  Boy did I have precious cargo with me today. Thomas began to cry a little louder so I reached my hand behind me and put my index finger in his hand. I felt him wrap around my finger. Immediately, my heart swelled. I let out a hearty laugh and shook my head in disbelief. I don't know what I possibly did to deserve this but I would do it a million times over just to relive this moment one more time. I sighed as I took a deep breath in and kissed her head. I could smell my shampoo and couldn't help but shake my head at her. She must have snuck that into her delivery bag without telling me but I didn't mind. I caught on to the fact that she used my shampoo about 6 months ago. I would have to run out and by more shampoo about a week and half after buying a bottle. It got to the point where I just bought the biggest size they had. I never told her I caught on. I just replaced what was used and let it be her little secret. Besides, I was afraid that if she knew I knew she would stop doing it and to be honest, it made me feel wanted and it was one of the things I loved most about her. She might not be the most vocal person in the world and sometimes that gets to me because- well- I am man of words and I wear my heart on my sleeves. 

But Breckyn? Well... Breckyn wears her heart on my sleeves as well. The sleeves of my plaid button ups that she steals from me to wear to bed, to the store, or just around the house. She steals them thinking I will never know, but I find her hair on my shirts all the time while I'm sitting in on writer meetings. Just like when she steals my shampoo, just the way she'll hum a song while she's in the shower but she won't completely sing aloud if she knows that I'm aware of it and it drives me absolutely bananas. She steals my pillows and the truck when she thinks I won't notice. How could I not notice? She never remembers to put the seat back to where I fit so I feel like I'm sitting chest to steering wheel. The mirrors are all messed up and the station is on country. She may not wear her heart on her sleeve in the way I do, but she steals my heart with each lingering glance she throws in the mirror when she thinks I cant see her while I'm shaving. She is so self conscious when she has no reason to be. I know most of her problem lies within the fact that she was abused and used by a pathetic excuse of a man. I know she thinks she's not good enough. I know she doesn't feel like she is worthy of love, and not just mine, anyone's and that kills me.

I looked down at her drooling on my shoulder and couldn't help but smile. Just one of the many things I've grown to love about this amazing woman. I hadn't realized she drooled until the second time we stayed together. That first night in the hotel, she kept her distance, but the second. The second time, I got to see her in all her glory while she was sleeping. Snoring like it was going out of style and drooling up a storm at her parents house. She looked stunning, even then. As I drove out of the city limits and off towards the Hamptons towards our house, my mind began to reminisce about all our times together. Thomas was cooing in the back ground as I lost myself in my all time favorite memory.

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"Good mono rehearsal, Jim. I think they are going to like all those jokes. Nothing flopped so that's a plus." Higgins was walking beside me as we walked down the hallway to our offices.