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too long. No wonder she overprotected.
Feeling the tingle grow, I pulled back so I could see Crew’s face. “I’ll never love anyone like I love you, Crew.”
He smiled a little. “Me too, Sara. But promise me something? Try to love again?”
I winced. “How can you ask that of me?”
“Because, I know things. I know that if you close yourself off to hope, to love, to possibility, you’ll suffer. So will others.”
I couldn’t promise him anything, no matter how right he might be. The tingle grew stronger. “Will you try to see me again? At least in my dreams?”
“Of course I will. Just remember I’m there. I always will be. Know you will always have a part of me. Love hard, Sara. Life is worth it.” He gulped a breath. “You are worth it.”
Tears slid down my face as I watched his eyes, heard his words, and felt the softness of his skin, the hardness of his body, fade away. “Crew,” I whispered as the tingle in my gut, and my very last moment with him, slipped away.
~~~
Epilogue
My life has been irrevocably changed by lines.
The yellow dotted lines on pavement designed to keep cars separated, passengers and drivers safe, crossed just once. Wrong place, wrong time. Crew gone.
The lines on an aging woman’s face that warmed my heart. The clever lines of a story that encouraged me to buy a heavy gold locket, which caught my eye.
Two stark, pink lines on a white plastic stick.
One line would have meant no. Nothing changed. Everything going in quite the same direction. But, two, the two staring back at me bright as day from the grocery store bathroom, changed everything forever. More than any other lines ever had, or, I suspected, ever would again.
Crew had to return to wherever hereafter is. I hated that he left. I resented him, and then myself, over it for weeks. It got to the point that I thought I was making myself sick. Until Moira teased me, “You’re not pregnant, are you?”
A knock sounded on the bathroom door, jerking me out of my contemplation. “You’re killing me out here,” Moira called. We were slowly finding our way back to being close, one difficult conversation at a time. She was the first person I thought of when I realized I needed to buy a test today.
I pulled my jeans up and washed my hands, wonder coursing through me. Wonder—and nausea. The soap stunk like a truck stop.
Pregnant? It just didn’t seem possible. No matter how physically real he’d been, how could he have been real enough to pass on genes? Impossible. And yet, not.
I’d learned about impossible after Crew came back to me. Most days, our second chance felt like a dream. Not today. Today, I knew the impossible existed. So many of the vague statements Crew said during our magical time together made sense now.
He asked me to stay open to love, to “love hard.”
Now, staring at my reflection, seeing a tiny swell to my belly, I understood why.
I opened the bathroom door with two bracing thoughts:
One, do not puke on Moira, no matter how she balks at the test results. Morning sickness lingering until this afternoon was kicking my ass.
And two, I can’t wait to meet you, my baby, and tell you about how much I love your daddy . And he me. Turns out, some kinds of love go beyond the body. Some kinds go soul deep.
~~~
Irish Moon
By Amber Scott
Chapter One
Tir Conaill, Ireland 1315
“Quiet, Finn. I canno’ hear with all your purring.” Breanne pressed her ear back against the gap between the heavy door and the stone wall. She swore the cat was doing it apurpose, goading her into leaving. He did not quiet, so she barely heard the voices discussing her future.
Finn licked his chest, ignoring her, but at least he remained in his wood floor seat this morn. Nearly every other one for the last fortnight they’d come to her mother’s chamber door to listen. And each became a waste when Finn grew restless and left, forcing her after him
Feeling the tingle grow, I pulled back so I could see Crew’s face. “I’ll never love anyone like I love you, Crew.”
He smiled a little. “Me too, Sara. But promise me something? Try to love again?”
I winced. “How can you ask that of me?”
“Because, I know things. I know that if you close yourself off to hope, to love, to possibility, you’ll suffer. So will others.”
I couldn’t promise him anything, no matter how right he might be. The tingle grew stronger. “Will you try to see me again? At least in my dreams?”
“Of course I will. Just remember I’m there. I always will be. Know you will always have a part of me. Love hard, Sara. Life is worth it.” He gulped a breath. “You are worth it.”
Tears slid down my face as I watched his eyes, heard his words, and felt the softness of his skin, the hardness of his body, fade away. “Crew,” I whispered as the tingle in my gut, and my very last moment with him, slipped away.
~~~
Epilogue
My life has been irrevocably changed by lines.
The yellow dotted lines on pavement designed to keep cars separated, passengers and drivers safe, crossed just once. Wrong place, wrong time. Crew gone.
The lines on an aging woman’s face that warmed my heart. The clever lines of a story that encouraged me to buy a heavy gold locket, which caught my eye.
Two stark, pink lines on a white plastic stick.
One line would have meant no. Nothing changed. Everything going in quite the same direction. But, two, the two staring back at me bright as day from the grocery store bathroom, changed everything forever. More than any other lines ever had, or, I suspected, ever would again.
Crew had to return to wherever hereafter is. I hated that he left. I resented him, and then myself, over it for weeks. It got to the point that I thought I was making myself sick. Until Moira teased me, “You’re not pregnant, are you?”
A knock sounded on the bathroom door, jerking me out of my contemplation. “You’re killing me out here,” Moira called. We were slowly finding our way back to being close, one difficult conversation at a time. She was the first person I thought of when I realized I needed to buy a test today.
I pulled my jeans up and washed my hands, wonder coursing through me. Wonder—and nausea. The soap stunk like a truck stop.
Pregnant? It just didn’t seem possible. No matter how physically real he’d been, how could he have been real enough to pass on genes? Impossible. And yet, not.
I’d learned about impossible after Crew came back to me. Most days, our second chance felt like a dream. Not today. Today, I knew the impossible existed. So many of the vague statements Crew said during our magical time together made sense now.
He asked me to stay open to love, to “love hard.”
Now, staring at my reflection, seeing a tiny swell to my belly, I understood why.
I opened the bathroom door with two bracing thoughts:
One, do not puke on Moira, no matter how she balks at the test results. Morning sickness lingering until this afternoon was kicking my ass.
And two, I can’t wait to meet you, my baby, and tell you about how much I love your daddy . And he me. Turns out, some kinds of love go beyond the body. Some kinds go soul deep.
~~~
Irish Moon
By Amber Scott
Chapter One
Tir Conaill, Ireland 1315
“Quiet, Finn. I canno’ hear with all your purring.” Breanne pressed her ear back against the gap between the heavy door and the stone wall. She swore the cat was doing it apurpose, goading her into leaving. He did not quiet, so she barely heard the voices discussing her future.
Finn licked his chest, ignoring her, but at least he remained in his wood floor seat this morn. Nearly every other one for the last fortnight they’d come to her mother’s chamber door to listen. And each became a waste when Finn grew restless and left, forcing her after him
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