A picnic at the beach part two

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Stef's: POV
After l gather everything for our picnic at the beach this afternoon
There are so many thoughts running through my mind.
in a couple of weeks Lena and I will be leaving for Venezuela,
I never imagined that I would be giving the chance to work with troubled teens. I always worked as a police officer, After retiring from the force four years ago
I still kept in touch with some of the people who l use to work with. My old boss Captain Roberts was no joke when I first met her. She was all business
Cause she never put up with nobody's crap, all our children have grown up. And moved on
Now it's just me and Lena
Lena has traveled all the world
Sometimes l still feel like, why she chose me. These are the things I think about at times
Lena is a sophisticated educate, brilliant woman. That I'm blessed to have in my life, she keeps grounded. I feel like I'm getting a second chance with everything we been through over the years. Some people thought we wouldn't make it, After losing our little girl Frankie. It put a strand on our marriage, Lena went into a deep depression
She never showed the signs,
I wasn't there for her like l should have. But this time I'm made a promise to stand by her
With this pregnancy, she never got to see her baby. Now she wants to do it all over again
After seven years, l don't want to be selfish this time. A little while ago I texted Lena to see if she was finished at the day spa, Lena said she was on her way.

Lena's: POV
After spending four hours at the day Spa. I feel nice and relax
Like a brand new woman again
I'm sitting here waiting for my ride. In a few short weeks will be leaving San Diego for a whole year, I'm looking forward to this new chapter. Where about to take, and this new life that's going to come into this world,
I still grieve the loss of my little girl. There's not a day that goes by, l still think of her. Sometimes l feel her presence around me
Francesca will always be in my heart, my dreams of her seems so real. I wonder what she'll look like at seven years old, maybe like me. Or her father Timothy he was such a good friend, to help us out in the beginning. Until he changes his mind about signing his rights away. This time we picked an anonymous donor
Somebody we didn't. The man we picked is from Scotland London, he's a marine biologist

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