Lunar, after telling an unforgivable fib to bed her long time crush, embarks on a downward spiral of events ensuing her lie. Join her on her quest of finding love and happiness, all while concealing the truth about herself, and in the end making a l...
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Lunar's eyes danced around the room in a daze as she sighed; resisting the urge to cry from the immense amount of pain she was in.
Through teary eyes, she could see the doctor's lips moving, but no sound followed; instead a constant ringing stimulated her eardrums.
Her body was aching, and her heart thumping as she watched his arms squirm from its fold. Tiny feet, as small as a finger kicking below his flexed biceps.
Tiny eyes; fluttering open and close, and a tiny mouth, releasing the cries that reminded Lunar much of Tremaine.
How he must've felt when he found out about her lie, or better yet witnessing her use that same fib to put him behind bars.
Tiny ears, that perked up when he was placed in her embrace. Her touch, which made those tiny cries cease and tiny lips tug into a minuscule smile.
Perfection.
A word that was too low of a degree to describe the masterpiece placed beneath her.
Regret.
Another word that was too short of the truth of what she was feeling knowing she was the reason her child wouldn't know his father for five years.
She hated the fact that she'd done the unthinkable, and the despised act of selfishness. She hated that she was the reason why Tremaine wouldn't see his child take his first breath, steps or utter his first words.
His son. His flesh and blood.
She was upset knowing in eighteen years she would have to explain to her child why she and her father weren't together.
Or knowing that in five, she'd have to explain to her son that a man he didn't know was his father.
A man he'd have to adjust to.
"Congratulations Lunar, what are you going to name him?"
She took her eyes off of her child, for merely a second; smiling weakly at her doctor. She remembered that Tremaine loved anything involving spirituality and nature. She thought of earth, fire, and water.
Then the flood when God had entrusted one man with great responsibility. Then her eyes fell down to her sleeping beauty, letting a smile form on her lips.
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