SYNCHRONICITY (Dream Walker) 🖋

David

He left his office and quietly placing the keys on the receptionist's desk, with the notion of never having to step foot in the animal hospital ever again; at least he placed calls to the two other behaviorists in the area that he was referring his clients to them. Driving the fifteen minutes home and then the quarter mile driveway, he parked his truck in the space that was mutually agreed upon; he could hear the pounding of his pulse in his ears and not much else. He walked into his house and placed the small box of personal items on the table then sat down at the computer and fired it up, ignoring the dogs that were vying for his attention.

"Come on, come on," he groaned as he stared at the computer screen before him.

David McNaulty finally smiled with satisfaction at having seen the confirmation of having paid the last little bit of installment on the "holiday" booking. His family had vacationed in the Caribbean once when he was a teenager and it was perfect for their needs...it wasn't the huts over the water, but it was theirs. The house and surrounding property was now paid for in full.

He remembered her sighing longingly at the huts seemingly floating over the clear waters of the Caribbean, linked together like a chain by a long deck. He had been standing behind her, having come downstairs to fetch her...she had been writing her new book, authored by both of them...he had the scientific know how, she had the story-telling ability. He also had the sense to leave her alone when she was in writer-mode.

He had tried to return upstairs just as stealthily as he'd come down, but her dog huffed a sigh and she turned to look at him, and he watched her body freeze up as she closed her eyes.

"What time is it," she asked quietly.

"It's later than you think it is," he replied, inching back toward her chair, stepping over the large Belgian to get to her.

She huffed a sigh and nodded, leaned back in her chair to look at the clock on the stove and grimace. "Ugg..."

He nodded. "Uh huh. Come on, let me put you to bed, huh?"

She breathed in deeply and returned her attention to the screen and blew the website away. "Yeah, okay."

He had the idea that she might like to get away there and made a mental note to speak to a travel agent the following day...but he had wanted to surprise her with it and that meant that he'd have to pay on the vacation slowly so that she wouldn't miss the money...way tougher than he thought...

Then, he received the unannounced visit from her Grandmother, Mary Jo.

God, how he hated that woman.

"What do you mean that you've stopped trying?"

"She said that she was done trying. And so am I. We can't do it. She can't hold on, her uterus is too scarred."

"So find one of those surrogates?"

He glared at her. "You know that she's not going to go for that, Mary Jo."

"Well, she better. Her life depends on it! They're getting tired of waiting!"

"Fuck them! I don't give a rat's ass what they think and you know it!"

"David...no...just....no."

"Perhaps it's time for you to head back to your hotel and rest up before your drive home?"

"Make it happen David...please! Neither of us wants to lose Ali, do  we? She might be off the grid, but they're aware that I know where she is...Please..."

Two years later, her book was written, edited, published and now finally, the tour was completed. He'd only been officially on "vacation" forty-three minutes and while he loved his job, enjoyed the company of the hospital staff, dealing with the clients and their animals, he loved his wife more.

He was tired...his soul hurt; he wasn't exactly sure why? Perhaps it was everything they'd endured as a couple? He was well aware that trying for years to conceive a child took it's toll on both of them. He'd been made aware of a previous pregnancy when she was younger, but she had taken a fall and had miscarried, leaving her girly bits a mess because of it. Alison had confessed to him to having enough of the poking and prodding, the invasive medical nature of the procedures, the lack of privacy...she was done. And do was he.

He had his attorney to draw up the contract to purchase the small house on the beach, sight unseen. It had been on the market for six years and he had no idea just what condition that it really was in...but it was habitable, he had been assured of that.

David's blood ran cold remembering his last conversation with Mary Jo Tolbert. His eyes easily located the envelope that held the necessary paperwork to terminate the one single frozen embryo, along with the papers of permission for a surrogate to carry the pregnancy to term. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. His hand grabbed at the telephone receiver to ring up her sister Beth for confirmation of their plans.

He'd protect her even if he died doing it. His smile grew when he  received the email with the confirmation complete with instructions as to how to print out their one way itinerary and so forth. He printed out the email and then deleted it. He nodded to himself; everything seemed to be in order...in two days time, he'd  put his wife back on a plane, heading toward a secret destination that only he and the travel agent knew of.

Only this time, he'd be seated right next to her...he'd protect her, come hell or high water...

A/N

Soooo....what kind of guy do you think David really is?? I'd be interested to hear your thoughts right off the bat...

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