In The Long Run

In The Long Run (9)

The sun was streaming in through the windows, gently caressing us with its soft light. Wayne's arm was still wrapped around me, holding me as close to him as possible. I couldn't help but imagining waking up like this every morning, waking up next to the man I love, him holding me tightly, consciously and unconsciously, for the rest of my life.

I sighed.

Maybe that would still happen. Maybe we might still have a chance at a happy future together. Just me, him and . . . whatever the kid's name is going to be. Now that I think about it, we haven't really thought about names, heck, we didn't really think of anything for the kid and maybe I should stop referring to it as "the kid". It sounds so cold. I don't want to be cold, I want to be the best mother I can be. Changing diapers, reading bed time stories, taking him or her to soccer or ballet practice. Scratch that, they're not doing ballet. I'm not sitting around all those doll like mothers. It's just way too girly for me.

Wayne was starting to stir next to me, but I kept still so I wouldn't bother him. I heard him sigh and put his face in my hair, so I turned around to look at him. He looked a little sleepy, but his eyes were open and he seemed to be well rested.

"Morning." I said softly.

"Morning." he replied and kissed my forehead.

"Did you sleep okay?"

He smiled. "Thanks to you, I slept like a baby, but considering what we did, that's understandable."

I blushed bright red, but he just chuckled and kissed my forehead again. The bruise on his eye was very visible now in the light. We looked into each others eyes and I saw something in his that I couldn't really understand. Just the way he looked at me was different and yet, I felt completely comfortable with it. He looked like he was thinking the same thing and hugged me close to him like he's done so many times before.

"Jamie, I love you."

"I love you too. More than you know."

"Well now I do."

I smiled and leaned in for a kiss. It was a sweet kiss with pure, genuine love. When I pulled away, he was smiling

"You do realize we have school, right?" he asked.

"Oh yeah." I jumped up and ran to the bathroom. He laughed and reached for his pants he'd thrown over a chair.

We both finished up and he left the way he came in.

I was strangely giddy at when I got to school. It really felt like nothing in the world could be wrong, especially not being pregnant. I was actually starting to get used to the idea, but that could be because no one knew yet, at least, not at school. Last night was just... amazing. It wasn't as weird as I thought it would be and I don't know if Wayne felt the same way, but it was really special to me, because this time it wasn't awkward. We knew what we were doing this time and it was perfect, except for the unborn witness. 'Poor kid.' I thought. That must've been really traumatizing, then again, I don't think it really knows what was going on around it.

I was wearing a kind of flowed top, so the little bump I had was still inconspicuous. I walked through the busy halls with my book bag on my shoulder and stopped at my locker. I had French first period, so I dialed the combination and grabbed my French textbook. When  I closed my locker, Wayne's face was where my locker door used to be and he was smiling so widely at me that I actually blushed a little, because I knew exactly why he was smiling. I turned my face away, only to hear him chuckle.

"Is it my imagination or is the great Jamie Munroe blushing?"

I still didn't look at him, because I was blushing even more now. He took my face and turned it around towards him where he was still smiling hugely. I kept my eyes down, because I knew if I looked up and into his, I'd be breaking the world record on the brightest blush.

"Well, look at that, she is blushing and she's shy too. Somebody call the newspapers, Jamie's blushing.!" he whisper shouted and looked around like he really wanted to call someone.

"Stop it! It's not funny!" I said, slapping his hands away. He chuckled a bit and leaned on the lockers looking at me.

"You're right, it's not funny." He stopped, taking my face back and making me look into his eyes. "It's beautiful." he whispered softly. I stared up at him like a helpless little girl, feeling my cheeks heating up again. He looked so deep in thought, but he leaned down, slowly running his lips over mine. It was so soft and sweet that I couldn't help but smile when he pulled away. He smiled back and it was the same sweet smile that I probably had on my face.

"So, how are you feeling?" he asked quietly.

"Surprisingly wonderful, but I think that's because of you." I replied happily, earning another gorgeous smile.

"Good morning." We heard Curly's voice chirp behind us. "And how is the happy couple today?"

Before I could say anything, Wayne wrapped an arm around my shoulder and answered for the both of us.

"Wonderful, thank you. How about you?"

"Great, but apparently not as great you two. You look so happy." she said, enchanted.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and he wrapped his around my shoulders. "That's because we are." I said, laying my head against his chest.

"Oh my goodness, you are going to make such a beautiful family." she said sappily, looking a little dewy-eyed as she did.

Wayne looked down at me proudly, kissed my forehead and told me he'd see me at lunch. Curly stared after him with me and started freaking out the second he was out of earshot.

"OMG Jamie! Do you have any idea how amazingly adorable you guys looked? You are seriously glowing!"

"Don't they say that pregnant women glow or something?"

"Yes, but this is the glow of someone in love." she said dreamily.

I laughed. "You are way too romantic for your own good, Curls. Now come on, we need to get to homeroom." I said linking arms with her and walking down the busy hall to our homeroom.