It was a long fourteen-hour labor. Ryan was born a healthy baby, although he was born premature. He reminded me of Harrison. Kirk, Lacey and Harrison Jr. and some of my family came to congratulate me of Ryan's birth. I received chocolates and all types of food, cards and balloons. My hospital room turned from dark and gloomy to colorful and joyous. Kirk kissed me and said congrats.
Ryan was beautiful. The most beautiful baby I've ever seen. His huge grey eyes stared at me with curiosity. His shiny bald head was the size of the palm of my hand; the tiniest head I've ever seen. His pea-sized button nose; orange freckles were splashed all over his face. He cracked a little smile at me and I laughed and grinned back. I held his head in my hand and lay with him in the hospital bed. I kissed his warm head as he cooed. Kirk joined us and started tickling Ryan's stomach. The laugh that Ryan had reminded me of Harrison's laugh. I had a gut feeling he would turn out to be a hero like Harrison, wearing camo and getting a buzz-cut.
As I went home empty-handed (since they had to keep Ryan for a few days), Kirk and I discussed our future with Ryan. We went to King Soopers and snatched up some baby food and diapers and a one hundred and fifty dollar crib. We purchased our things and Kirk drove me home so I could drop my stuff off. On the way home, we discussed our plans for Kirk to move in next month on Saturday. I thought it would be a good way for Kirk and Ryan to bond and for me and Kirk to strengthen our relationship.
As May approached, Kirk packed all his belongings up and unpacked them in our house. Lacey and Harrison Jr. really like Kirk, which was all I cared about as a caring mom. Kirk was like a second daddy to them. He cared about them like Harrison. I was allowed to take Ryan home with me after four days of his being in the hospital. We had bought him a brand new car seat just for him. It was blue and the sides puffed out like they had comforters stuffed inside. On the car ride home, Ryan was talking non-stop. Crying, cooing, speaking gibberish. I sighed, and knew it was going to be a long time until Ryan left the house.
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Love, your stalker
Mystery / ThrillerAnne Wallace is a wealthy business woman, mothering three kids, and widowed. Kirk hart is a charming individual with a dark history, that Anne knows nothing about. Their relationship takes a turn for the worst. Kirk becomes violent toward Anne and h...
