"I love you." She whispered in his ear, leaning in and hugging him tighter. They stood in their kitchen. Alone in their house, giving them no real reason to be quiet, except of the fact, that to them, they could be anywhere in that moment because they were so lost in each other.
He hugged her closer. "I know. But what have you decided to do?"
She did nothing but muzzle her nose into his chest.
He pulled her away from him and look her in the eyes. "You know what I would like. But this is your decision."
She clung back onto him and let out a barley audible whisper, "We are so young. What will people think?"
He hugged her closer and kissed the top of her head where her silky hair flowed down from. "Why should it matter what others think? You are the only one for me."
"You are my one and only." she said a little muffled due to the fact that she was not going to purposely pull away and destroy the moment.
"I will still be your only one, and you will still be my beautiful only one, no matter what you chose." He pulled away from her, grabbing their hands till the were both stretched as far out as possible without needing to let go. Then he started spinning them, as if dancing to music that was not there.
She giggled and laughed and before she knew it they were on the ground, and she was in his lap, just begging not to be tickled.
"I know you know what you want to do." he said.
She just nodded her head, before burying it in his chest again.
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"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" he asked her again, before he was about to leave for work.
"I am sure. Now you go to work and don't worry about me." she kissed him. Then sent him out the door.
She walked around the house, not felling like sitting down. She had a shower, got dressed, did her hair and her makeup, she even did a load of laundry. Eventually she waisted enough time and she walked out her door. More afraid of what was to come then ever before.
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"Hi, I am Mary. I will be your counsellor for today." A perky older lady with a soothing voice cooed at her. "First we are going to talk about how everything works, then we are going to talk about your choices for after, then after that..." every thing just faded into itself. "Do you have much of a support system?"
"My fiancé is very supportive of my decision. I have told no one else." she said looking down.
"That is ok. As long as he is supportive, you can tell as many or as few people as you would like. I have seen woman who do this 100% alone." The woman, Mary, did not even look down at her papers before asking another question. "Is this what you want?"
The girl thought for a second, then answered. "I know that I am not in a place right now where not going through with this is a good idea. I am in school right now. I am so close to graduating, but I have no money, not even with student loans. I would never be able to give it what I would want to be able to. I wish I could say yes, but I need to think logically and now is about the worst time, possible."
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"Hey you are home!" he said as he jumped off of the couch to greet her at the door. "How are you doing?"
"I just want to take these pills and go to bed." she said sinking into and getting lost in his hug.
"Ok. Is there anything I can do for you?" he questioned trying to pull away but realizing that it was an impossible quest.
"Feed yourself dinner tonight." she asked so simply and sadly that he just held her tighter.
"I can do that." he said and they just stood like at for a long while.
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9 months later...
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The boy sat on the couch with the girl's head in his lap as they watch TV.
"Do you wish I had made a different decision?" she asked turning her head to look at him.
"Why do you ask?" he looked down at her.
She placed her hand in his. "I wonder if I have made the wrong decision. Looking around and seeing how life has turned out. I wonder if I made a wrong choice." he squeezed her hand.
"I know you made the decision that needed to be made at the time, and this happy place, that we have, would not exist if you had not. We would have never gotten this house, and you probably would have never finished school. We have our whole life ahead of us, to have and raise a wonderful family." He leaned down and it was only seconds before they were lost in each others lips.
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2 years later...
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"... and you may kiss the bride." the officiator echoed, and just moments later the young couple touched lips so softly yet so passionately, it was as if the world around them was not there at all. Not the clapping family or the whistling friends. Not the fall leaves covering the grass or the sunflowers in tin pots at the end of each row going down the isle.
"I love you." He wisped as they pulled away and the rest of life slowly started to filter back in.
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2 years later...
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"are you saying that I can never have children?" the young girl asked the doctor sitting on the other side of the desk, facing her and her husband.
"I am saying that your chances are one in a million. Chances are if you do get pregnant you will be able to successfully have the child with no problems. The problem is your body has created so many obstacles that you may never become pregnant." he replied sadly looking at them.
The boy reached over and grabbed the girls hand and gave it a little squeeze.
The doctor allowed for a few moments of quiet before speaking again. "I know you have been trying for some time now."
"Two years." the girl whispered.
"Yes, two years. I can give you the number of an adoption agency. I am friends with the doctor the does all the checkups of the babies. He says young little boys and girls are always looking for homes. Even babies.
The girl and boy just looked at each other, unsure of what to think. They had talked about but never thought it would be reality.
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The girl just sat and stared out of the car window the whole trip home, letting silence fill up the car and threaten to suffocate them.
When they got home she walked inside, and without taking her shoes or jacket off, sat down on their couch, eyes glued to a dark reflective TV screen.
The boy walked in and took his jacket and shoes off before noticing the girl, his wife. He walked over to her and kneeled on the ground in front of her taking her hands in his.
"What is the matter darling?" he asked, almost pleading.
"I made a mistake." she whispered, almost in sobs . When the boy just gave her a confused look she continued, a little stronger then before. "I got rid of our only chance to have a child together." she started. Then she started to gush out her thoughts. "I messed up. We will never have a family. We will never have children. You don't want to adopt. It wont be the same. I am broken. You don't have to stay. You can kick me out. I am broken and no good. I am gar..."
He cut her off by grabbing her into his chest. Holding her so tight yet so softly you would think she was a glass doll.
"You are my life. You are my love. You are the one who made me want to be a father. So maybe we can't have a biological family but we can create any sort of family that will make us happy. All I know is I am happiest when you are happy my love." he cooed at her while she cried in his arms.
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Historia CortaThis is a collection of short stories I have written over my lifetime. There is everything from princesses and romance to tragedy. They are in order of oldest first to newest last. Cover by: Salintha
