Give Me Love // jemi

chapter 19

(joes pov)
once again, I was leaving her. I felt terrible. She was 4 months pregnant. I felt a familiar fear, as I didn't know if I would ever see her face again.

I also felt familiar stares of the people in the airport. I felt them feel sorry for us. I felt them look at us like it was some romantic novel.

It's cute in the movies, but I want nothing more then to be at home, with my wife. I've seen my future son or daughter growing in my wife's womb by every month he or she gets bigger. I heard his or her heartbeat. I saw them moving on the ultrasound screen. I feel him or her kick lightly in her stomach.

In reality I want nothing more than to stay. Last time I got lucky. That explosion was a blessing that sent me home. But I did indeed sign up for 3 terms. And I will have a duty to my country For 4 more years.

Unfortunately for me, I may very well miss the first 3 and a half years of my child's life.

I held Demi so tightly in my arms. I never wanted her to let her go.

I finally put her down and got on my knees. I rubbed her belly and felt my child kick. "hey there kiddo." i told my baby.

I felt demi rub the back of my head.

"I love you so much. and I hope I get to be back in time to see you be born. if not tho, you're mommy is gonna be well taken care of. I promise. but I'm coming home. I swear on my life." I kissed her belly.

demi leaned down and kissed the top of my head. "honey, you're gonna be late." she said. she hugged me one last time.

she squeezed me so tightly, I thought she would never let go. I felt so guilty.

as i stared out the plane window, I thought. thinking. the past 2 years had changed so much. I'd went from, loyally signing up for the army to pay for art school because I couldn't be a lawyer, or a doctor, or anything else that good students usually end up doing.

and now here I am, plenty of money. and my dreams of seeing something I painted on a gallery is the least important thing i could think of.

now my only dream is to be at home, with my wife. to be sitting on our couch, in our home, with one arm around her and our baby in the other.

I've never been religious. but on the 3 hour plane ride, I spend about an hour and half of it praying.

Praying that i can come home to see my child grow up.

If it's a boy, I want to play baseball with him in our front yard.

If it's a girl, I want to attend her ballet recitals or whatever she chooses to do.

I want to see demi singing in the cafe she's worked at forever.

I eventually want to see her singing on a stage like I know she wants to.

I needed to come back.
(end)

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