Tragic Happiness 5: Beginnings

Now that I am home, I am not sure what to do. The quiet of my apartment is giving me too much time to dwell on my predicament. I find myself longing for Jane. I have gotten used to her and how she rambles on to fill the silences. She is so cute. She’s kind and lovable. I do not think I could have made it through these past few weeks without her. I barely know her and she has become permanently imprinted on my life.  

I have to go see her. I have to tell her how I feel. I want to tell her I can’t do this without her. I want her to be a part of my life and the life of this unborn child. I grab my stuff and rush to the door. I turn the knob running out the door, and I run smack into Jane. 

The memory of the first time we met comes flooding back, and the irony is not lost on me. I look up to her and smile. For the first time in a long while, I am happy. I grab Jane and pull her to me before she has a chance to speak. I want to show her what I am feeling, the same way she tried to show me just a few days before. After the best kiss of my life, I pull back just far enough to see Jane. 

“I don’t want to spend another moment of my life without you. The doctor confirmed, I am pregnant, but what you don’t know yet is my decision. I am going to keep the child. I want you to be a part of this with me, but if you can’t, I understand. It is a lot to ask of anyone else. I just want the last moment we share to be one of pure love because Jane, I love you too.” 

Jane looks up at me and for the longest moment in my life, I waited. I waited for the woman who has never been afraid to speak to say anything. She would either make me the happiest woman in the world or one more obstacle to overcome. I knew that I could get over her if I wanted to. She has made me stronger and I would survive without her, but I hope I wouldn’t have to. 

Finally, Jane looks up at me and says, “Oh thank God.” And with that she kisses me again. Slowly we move into my apartment. Tonight, we will start our life together. All three of us. 

The End.

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