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Copyright 30 May 2013 by K.S. Wood. Should you wish to reprint this, please ask for permission.
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When Brian Green walked across the
playground at the end of the school day, Emily McIntyre's heart
jumped into her stomach, but she never let her face show the emotion
she was feeling. She was in charge of supervising the kids leaving
through the south gate after the long day of school so she turned her
mind to the numbers of elementary kids who were saying goodbye. She
stole a quick peek at him, feeling slightly appreciative that her
dark sunglasses hid her eyes, for they had become slightly teary.
He hadn't changed much in the last nine
years. His face looked a bit older, but still worn the exuberance of
his youth. They parted ways the end of summer before their freshman
years of college, but the years had been as kind to him as they had
been to her.
They were middle and high school
sweethearts, having had crushes on each other since they met that
first day of middle school. Everyone was so sure they would get
married after high school, so when she was accepted to the state
university an hour away, everyone was sure he'd be headed there too.
But their were many shocked friends in town when he accepted a
scholarship to an elite pre-medical program at a school on the
eastern side of the country. Their relationship was ended on this
mutual decision, for both knew they could not keep up with the
long-distance romance. So after one very romantic, late summer night
in which both lost a part of themselves as well as their virginity to
one another, the two parted ways.
He had spotted her. With a smile, he
waved at her. She nodded to him, puzzled as to why he would be on a
school playground.
“Uncle Brian!”
One of her first grade students, a
feisty little boy by the name of Michael Ferguson, but who preferred to be called Mikey, was running down the walk,
his red and blue backpack bouncing with every bound he took. He flew
into the man's arms.
“Hey Mikey! Did your dad and mom
tell you I was coming to pick you up today?” Brain asked as he
knelt down to give the boy a big hug.
Michael nodded. “Come meet my
teacher!” He took Brian's hand and lead him towards Emily. Her
heart pounded loudly in her chest as Brian flashed her his smile
again, the dimple she had fallen in love with as a twelve-year-old
girl making a large indentation in his left cheek. The late spring
sun cast blond highlights into his brown hair, giving him a sort of
halo as he was half-dragged across the playground.
“Ms. McIntyre, this is my uncle,
Brian. Brian, Ms. McIntyre, my teacher.”
His eyes lit up as he “Hello, Emily.”
“Hello, Brian. I didn't know Mikey
was your nephew.
“He's not, really. I'm his
god-father. His dad, Jonah, was one of my college buddies. He was a
couple years older then me. I am staying with them until I scout out
an apartment.”
“Apartment? Are you moving here?”
He nodded. “I accepted an oncology
fellowship at Methodist Hospital. It was really a surprise that the
position was even open, given that I heard about it almost too late
to apply.”
He stared at her, almost amazed to
speak, as she looked as if she hadn't aged much since their one night
together so long ago. Memories flooded his mind. He recalled their
first kiss, their first formal dance, that wonderful last night
together. He wanted to scoop her up into his arms and apologize
He was taken from memory lane by a
child calling for her mommy cheerfully. A slip of a girl with dark
hair and piercing blue eyes ran up to Emily. She held a drawing in
one hand and nearly slid to a halt, her backpack nearly falling off
her shoulders as she grabbed at the teacher's hand with her free
hand. “Mommy, I drew you a flower in class today!”
Emily looked down hesitantly, as if she
didn't want to break eye contact with the one man she had ever loved.
“Oh?” she asked, smiling down at the face that looked so much
like her own. “Is it a rose, baby?”
Brian blinked and swallowed quickly
when he noticed a certain dimple in the child's left cheek as she
beamed up at her mother. The little girl let out a chuckle as she
held it up.
“Yeah Mommy. Of course it's a rose.
It's my most favorite flower. Can we stop by the park and smell
them again tonight on our walk?”
“Grandma's watching you tonight,
remember, kiddo? You can ask her if she can take you to see some roses.”
Emily saw the intense look on Brian's
face as he stared into the face of her daughter. She took a deep
breath. She really couldn't believe he was here. She tried to not remember the pain she felt when he left for school, when they broke
up. Even though it was a mutual breakup, it still hurt. After all,
he was her first and only, the one love she ever had, and while the
relationship had ended, he gave her a piece of himself, a piece she
kept from him for eight years now.
It was an unplanned pregnancy. Because
they were both virgins, they hadn't thought to use protection. She
chose not to tell him because he would have done the honorable thing
and married her, making their daughter his priority and putting on
hold his childhood dreams to become a doctor. He was so elated when
he was accepted into the accelerated program, and she didn't want to
crush those dreams.
On the same hand, she insisted on
following her dreams. She wanted to be a teacher, and while she had
a difficult pregnancy, she continued to go to class. Her daughter
was born a week after finals were over freshman year. Emily's
grandparents financed daycare for her for a year of schooling. She
then traded babysitting and tutoring favors with other young moms and
friends for the rest of her college days. Her summers she spent at
home, working in stores full time to save up money to support herself
and her baby girl while her sister or parents watched her daughter.
Never once did she think of contacting Brian for support, thinking it
would cause him to drop what goals he had made.
He never came home from college. He
had spent his summers taking extra classes and working internships,
trying to get ahead. He had graduated from college early, passing the medical school entrance exams with flying colors the first time. He was then able to get into
the third medical school he had applied for. Emily had kept tabs on
him through his mother, with whom she was still friendly. She was
afraid though that Sara Green would tell her only son he was a
father. But Sara never told, seemingly understanding Emily's
reasons.
Life had been difficult, but hindsight
being what it was, Emily wouldn't have changed a thing, so she had
told herself every time her daughter asked Emily about her father.
Other children had a mommy and a daddy, but not her. While Brian's
name was on her daughter's birth certificate, Emily had chosen to
give her daughter her surname, hoping it would be easier for her in
time.
But watching Brian stare at his
daughter's face for the first time, Emily was questioning her
decisions. His eyes were misty, and Emily knew he was trying to
control his emotions.
Her daughter looked up at the man who
held her friend Mikey's hand. “Hello,” she said. “Mommy says
it's not polite to stare. Maybe your mommy forgot to tell you that.”
Brian chuckled before Emily could hush
her daughter and swallowed back a sob. Forcing a smile, he bent down
to his daughter's face. “My mommy did tell me it wasn't polite,
but you look so much like a fairy that I forgot.”
The little girl beamed and it was
Emily's turn to hold back a sigh. Somehow Brian remembered her love
of fairies and knew her daughter would share that same love.
“My name is Brian. What's your name,
little fairy sprite?”
She laughed. “Rosie.”
Brian glanced up at Emily and blinked
hard as a single tear rolled down his cheek, Emily had named their
daughter after his grandmother, whom he had lost their junior year of
high school. He had told her if he ever had a daughter, he'd name
her Rosie. It was that memory Emily held on to as she signed the
birth certificate.
“Are you crying, Mr. Brian?” Rosie asked.
Brian brushed his cheek and stood up.
“No,” he said, forcing a smile as he gained control of his
composure. Both children were staring intently at him. “I just
have something in my eye.” He quickly turned the focus back on his
daughter. “How old are you, Fairy Rosie?”
“I'm gonna be eight very soon. I'm
in second grade this year too.”
Emily had to smile at that comment.
Rosie always had a knack for telling her grade when someone asked her
age, no matter who it was that asked. She had started preschool the
year Emily was doing her graduate work for her credential, and it was
important to the little girl that everyone knew she was going to
school just like Mommy.
Brian's godson sighed and started
complaining he wanted to go. It shook Brian out of the magical
dawning that he had a daughter. He reached into his wallet and
pulled out a card. Taking the pen from his pocket, he scrawled a
phone number across the back of it and held it out to Emily. “This
is my personal cell phone number. We need to talk later. Call me.”
She gingerly took the card from him,
nodding. She was dreading what he would say, but knew he was right.
“I have a meeting early this evening, but can call you tonight
after I put Rosie to bed around eight. Will that work?”
He nodded. “I do have to be up early
tomorrow, but I'm a doctor. I have learned to get on with little
sleep.”
An hour later, after dropping Mikey
off at home and checking his messages on his professional line, Brian
was sitting in the park, looking at the roses, toying with his
personal cell phone. He wanted to call his mother, but didn’t know
if he could find the words to explain how he was feeling.
He had a daughter; a daughter who was
eight years old and possibly knew nothing about him. He wondered if
his mother even knew. He had this sinking feeling that she did. He
hit his mother's speed dial and waited impatiently through the
ringing for his mother to answer.
“Brian! I am so glad you called.
Are you getting settled in?”
“Yeah, Mom.”
“When are you coming down to see me?”
His mother had moved three years ago to
a town two hours south. It was the same year he finally had time to
come home for a mini-vacation, after she had harped on him for years
to come home. He spent his trip helping her move.
“As soon as I get settled, I
promise.”
“When do you start your new job?”
“Monday, but I have to fill out
paperwork tomorrow morning and meet the staff. I'll then be spending
this weekend searching for a place to call my own.”
“That's wonderful, sweetheart.”
“Mom, I saw Emily today. And I met
Rosie.”
There was a long pause at the end of
the line.
“Mom?”
“You finally got to meet her.”
Her tone was one of relief, as if she had been holding back the information for a long time. Brian snorted with frustration.
“Mom, why didn't you tell me?”
He heard his mom sigh. It was one of
those long-drawn out ones, like she used to do anytime she had bad
news to tell him. She had used a sigh like that to tell him his
father was leaving the family and again when his grandmother had
died. He was starting to dread her explanation.
“Brian, how could I tell you that
Emily's little girl, one whose conception was timed pretty closely to
when the two of you broke up, might be your child? After the two of
your parted ways, you both seemed so heartbroken. You poured
yourself into your schoolwork and kept your distance, just as you had
done when your father left us. I didn't want to cause you any more
hurt by telling you you might have a daughter. I didn't want to
cause Emily hurt either, for I knew she was fighting to keep Rosie's
paternity a secret.”
“But you knew?”
Yes I knew. Jessica McIntyre is still
one of my best friends. I went to her when I suspected I was Rosie's
grandmother, and Jessica confirmed. She told me Emily wanted to keep
you on your path, following YOUR dreams. She didn't want you to be
burdened down with a child when you were too busy focusing on your
medical career.”
“You make me sound like I wouldn't
care.”
“I know you'd care, Brian. That's
why she didn't tell you. Why do you think I kept pushing for you to
come home? I wanted you to see your daughter for yourself. I know
that Em wouldn't tell you unless you were able to see your daughter
with your own eyes. Of course, the one summer you did come home,
Emily had accepted a paid internship at a summer camp up north and
was able to take Rosie with her.”
His mother paused, as if thinking,
before she spoke again. “That child is her mother's daughter, but
she has a lot of your spirit in her as well. In the time that I have
spent with her, I have seen that. She's smart and very even
tempered. She's got a quick wit about her though too. And though
she hasn't been spoiled, she's wanted for nothing. I have made sure
of that. She has had everything she has ever needed.”
“Except her father,” Brian said,
his voice slightly angered.
“I know, and I am so sorry, Brian,”
his mother said, her voice soothing a little of the anger he felt.
Her ever practical side came out next. “Now that you know, what
are you going to do?”
Brian sighed as he watched a father
walk through the park, his daughter holding on to his pack like a
little monkey. The two were laughing as the daddy pretended to buck
off the little girl, who clung to him tightly and screamed with
laughter. His throat tightened as he thought of all he had missed
with Rosie.
“I guess I will have to wait until
Emily calls me tonight. I want to be a part of Rosie's life, but I
don't know where I'll go after this fellowship ends. I don't know
what will happen. How can I make plans for my daughter without
knowing my future well?”
Sara Green chuckled. “Welcome to the
world of parenthood, my son!”
Brian spent the hours pacing the
Ferguson’s guest room, wanting so badly to figure out the next
move. He had spent part of the evening talking to Jonah, taking him
into his confidence about his new-found daughter. The older man was
amused at how frazzled his normally nonplussed friend was. He
couldn't eat, he couldn't focus on the paperwork he had to fill out.
Brian knew that until he had an idea of where he stood with Emily in
terms of their daughter, he wouldn't be able to do anything else.
Eight o'clock passed with no phone
call. Then 8:15 came and went, as did 8:30. Brian was trying not to
worry, but the later it got, the more his stomach felt like it were
gnawing on itself. Finally there was a phone call at 8:45.
“I am so sorry. The meeting finished
up late, and then I had some papers to correct that I couldn't finish
at school. On top of all of that, Rosie refused to go to bed so I
had to spend a few minutes getting her convinced that she wasn't
going to be missing anything by going to bed.”
“Is our daughter always stubborn?”
“Most of the time, yes,” Emily
said. There was a pause. “So you know.”
“Yes, I know. And I intend to be a
part of her life now that I know. You can't do anything to stop me.”
“I won't. I never intended for you
not to be a part of her life. I just didn't want you to have to give
up being a doctor to take care of us. It was your dream, ever since
your dad left, to be able to be a doctor before you settled down and
started a family. I wasn't going to let Rosie or I end that for
you.”
Brian swallowed. It was one thing to
hear it from his mother. He didn't understand it then. But hearing
Emily just now, he understood. She didn't want him to feel trapped,
as Brian's father had been when he found out he was going to be a
dad. By not telling him, she was freeing him up to follow his
dreams. But those dreams felt bittersweet now, as he thought of the
time he missed with his daughter.
“What do you want to do, Brian?”
“I want to get to know her. Does she
know anything about me? Has she asked who her dad is?”
“She does ask. She knows her dad is
studying really hard in school to be a doctor, and that when he is
all done, he'll come to meet her. She has written you letters over
the years. I have kept them in a box, as well as photos and other
things for you. You may want to read through them before I introduce
you as Rosie's dad.”
“We should probably meet then when
she's not around.”
“How about tomorrow night? My
parents are taking her camping for the weekend.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Would you like to have dinner at my
place? We can discuss then what we're going to do.”
“Sure. Need me to bring anything?”
“How about a salad and some soda pop?
I'm making homemade mac and cheese.”
“Sure.”
They made plans for the next night and
hung up. All through his meetings and greeting the staff at his new
job, he thought about a certain woman with light brown eyes and dark
hair, and a little girl with his dimple. Seven o'clock seemed to
come by so very slowly.
He was dressed in jeans and a clean
black tee shirt, with a collared button down shirt over top and
unbuttoned. He had picked out a bouquet of flowers to go with the
mixed greens salad and the grapefruit soda he remembered she loved so
well.
She beamed at him when she opened the
door to her apartment, and smiled shyly when he handed her the
bouquet.
“Come on in, and excuse any mess you
may see. Rosie didn't do a very good job of picking up her things
before she darted out with her camping gear this afternoon. And
don't mind the cat, if he even bothers to come out to greet you. He
doesn't like strangers.”
“So your mom and dad still camp,
huh?”
“Yeah. They promised this trip to
Rosie since they will be out of town for her birthday. They're going
to a wedding for an old friend of my dad's.”
“I don't even know when my daughter
was born.”
Emily sighed and then gave a small
grimace of a smile “Rosie Clarissa McIntyre was born on the twenty
fourth of May at 10:25 pm. My water broke at three in the morning,
but Rosie took her sweet time making an entrance into the world. She
was six pounds and four ounces and was 20 inches long. You are listed
as her father, but I chose my last name because I wanted her to have
the same last name as me until I figured out how and when to break
the news to you.”
She walked over to the coffee table and
picked up a large box. “Here are her letters to you. There's also
a small scrapbook in there for you. I have added at least one page
to it for every year Rosie was born.”
Brian took the box and sat on the worn
couch. His hands shook as he held the lid in his hands. He looked
over at Emily, who smiled at him with a knowing smile.
“I think I'll go check on dinner and
get things squared away in the kitchen while you do that.”
She pulled the macaroni and cheese from
the oven, and left the casserole dish to set on the counter as she
took the bag of salad Brian had brought and put it in a bowl, tossing
it with the lite ranch dressing she had bought earlier. It had been
his favorite as a teenager, and she had learned to like it because of
him. She then set the small table in the kitchen for two and plunked
some ice cubes into the glasses and poured the soda over the ice.
She came back into the front room to
see Brian cradling the scrapbook in his arms. Tears poured down his
face as he stroked one picture over and over again. It was a
photograph of Emily and Rosie when Emily first held her daughter. He
noticed Emily was watching him and looked at her, unashamed of the
tears that streamed down his face.
“I wish I were there with you,” he
rasped out, his voice heavy with emotion.
She felt herself becoming choked up.
“I know. I often wish you were there too. There were many times I
wished I could call you or email you, or just show up at your door
and show you this wonderful little gift you had given me. There were
days of firsts that I was so heartbroken that you couldn't be there
cheering her on, like when she took her first step, or said her first
word, or ride a bike without training wheels for the first time.
There were nights that I wish you could be there to give me a break
when she threw up for what felt like the hundredth time because of a
stomach bug, or fell and cracked her chin open and needed stitches,
or cried the night through because she was too stubborn to go to
sleep. I wish I could go back and change all of that, but I can't.
What I can promise is that you will be in her life for all of the new
firsts she has yet to achieve, like the new first day of middle
school, her first dance, her first drive test.”
He smiled as he thought of all the
moments Emily had lined out for him. “She's not dating until she's
thirty!”
Emily laughed. “My dad said that
about me too. That and 'no sex until I'm dead!' I told him right
after I broke the news of my pregnancy to him and mom that I was
sorry for breaking that rule, though I have only broken it that once. He was
angry, but also very supportive.”
Brian didn’t know where the words
came from, but he had to say them. “I'm sorry I left you. It was
so very selfish of me to think that I could just walk out of your
life so easily.”
Emily brushed back a tear. “I didn't
make it easy for you either. I gave you my entire self and then told
you goodbye as well.”
Brian moved the box from his lap and
stood up. Taking two steps towards her, he pulled her into his arms
in a bear hug. Searching for her lips, he kissed her very gently.
He was surprised when she pulled away.
“I can't do this, Brian.”
“Why not?”
“I can't live through the hurt again.
I can't give you what's left of my heart and watch you take it with
you.”
Brian sighed in frustration. “Do you
think I walked away and never thought of you? Do you think I am that
heartless? You took my heart when you left too.”
A fresh well of tears sprang to Emily's
eyes as she stood, watching the father of her daughter. “I know.
I was just hurt that you never called or wrote, or emailed, and you
never did.”
“We both agreed it was for the best.
A long distant relationship would never have lasted.”
“No, romance might never had lasted.
But we could have been friends.”
Brian sighed. “I know. There were
times I wanted to call you. But I had my pride, and I had made a
promise to you and to myself that we'd end it. I thought I'd be weak
if I broke that promise. I see now that I was weak to keep that
promise.”
She watched him through her tears as he
struggled. “We can't go back, Brian. But we can go forward. We
can be friends again and see where that leads us.”
He nodded and put out his hand.
“Friends then.”
She smiled as she took it. “Friends.”
They spent the weekend together as
mutual friends. The rest of the evening, the two of them went
through the box, laughing at some of the letters their daughter had
written, crying tears at some of the bittersweet ones. Brian got to
know his daughter better through her writings, and watched her grow
up through the photographs that Emily was so careful to include in
the book. She got out other albums, and the two of them spent most
of the night talking about their daughter. Mr. Tompkins, the at,
finally made an appearance and surprised Emily by letting Brian pet
him.
Saturday morning, Emily was able to
sweet talk her apartment manager into giving Brian an appointment,
and by the end of the morning he had signed a year lease on an
apartment in one of the buildings in Emily's complex, with a clause
that allowed him to opt out of the lease should the fellowship end
before the year was up. They then discussed how they were going to
go about telling their daughter that he was her father as they shopped with Mikey's parents for
things for Brian's new place.
Brian picked her up for church Sunday
morning, having been talked into going by both Jonah and his own
mother. He hadn't been to a church since the two of them had broken up, and was
afraid he'd be judged harshly by people. He was surprised that he found that the church
was very welcoming. He got to meet Rosie's Sunday school teacher,
who was apprised by the situation and said she'd be praying for the
family that the news that afternoon would be taken with great joy. If he wasn't
nervous about telling his daughter before then, Brian was sweating
bullets that afternoon as he waited in Emily's living room with
Emily. He paced the floor as she sat her couch, flipping through
some papers she had brought home from work.
“Relax, will you? Mom said they'll
be here soon.”
“Are they staying too? I don't think
I could tell Rosie with them watching on.”
“I don't think you'll be able to not
tell Rosie right away. She has a habit of figuring out when people want to say
something to her and getting it out of them. I can't keep any
secrets from her. Then again, except for this ONE big secret, I
couldn't keep any from you either.”
A little while later, they heard
howling in the hallway, as if someone were in some pain.
“That would be our daughter,” Emily
said. She put the papers down and stood.
“Is she hurt?” Brian looked
worried.
“Probably. She's quite dramatic when
she gets even a small scratch, so it's probably nothing serious. If
it were, my mother would have panicked and called me.”
The howling got louder and Emily opened
the door. Her daughter was crying hysterically as tears gushed down
her face. She was holding her knee, which was bleeding and scraped.
Emily glanced at Brian with a look that said "I told you so" before turning her attention to her daughter.
“What happened, baby girl?”
“What happened, baby girl?”
Her father shook his head as he carried
in the gear. “She decided to run up the walk and tripped on that
big crack in the sidewalk. I told her to slow down, but of course
she didn't listen.”
“She never does,” replied Emily's
mother, holding an armful of odds and ends from the car ride. “She's
just like her mother.” She put down her granddaughter's things and
smiled at Brian. “Hello, Brian. It's so nice to see you.”
He nodded to both of Emily's parents
before stepping forward to kneel on one foot by the little girl, who
had buried her face in her mother's shoulder. “Hi, Rosie, can I see
your knee?” he asked softly.
Rosie stopped mid-sob to look at him,
then wailed a bit more. “Hi, Mr. Brian,” she hiccuped. “My
knee hurts.”
“I can see that. Would you like me
to make it feel better?”
She nodded and took one step towards
him. He held back a smile as he watched her exaggerate a limp. He
checked out the scrape.
“Well now, little Rosie, it doesn't
look like we have to cut your leg off or anything. I think we just
need to clean it up a bit and put a bandage on it and you'll be as
good as new.”
Rosie sniffed as she let out a little
sob. Emily was amused that she had cut the dramatics. Usually
cleaning a scrape too some acrobatics, since Rosie hated having her
cuts cleaned even more then she hated getting them in the first
place.
She brought over the first aid kit as
Brian talked Rosie into coming into the kitchen and sitting in one of
the chairs. As he administered to her knee, he told her a story. By
the time Rosie realized she was supposed to be in dramatic hysterics,
the procedure was done, and Brian was washing his hands at the sink.
“Mr. Brian, you should be a doctor
like my daddy!”
He swallowed back a sob at her words.
He glanced at Emily, who pretended to look at her parents. There was
a small smile on her face.
“Well, Rosie, I am a doctor.”
“Really?” Rosie's voice had
dropped to a whisper full of wonderment. “Does that mean you're my
daddy?”
He blinked back tears as he swallowed
back another sob. “What would give you that idea?”
“Well, Mommy said my daddy would come
meet me one day when he was a real doctor and not just going to
school to become a doctor, but that I won't meet him at the hospital.
You are a doctor, but you aren't wearing one of those things that
listen to my heart around your neck and aren't at a hospital. So you
have to be my daddy. Are you?”
He nodded and looked up at the adults
in the room before answering. Every single one of them were crying.
“Yes, Rosie Clarissa, I am your
daddy.”
“Hi, Daddy!” Rosie said as she
launched herself into his arms. Brian held her tightly as he cried,
wetting her back with his tears.
“Don't cry, Daddy!” Rosie said,
hugging tightly. “Mommy and I will make you feel all right, right
Mommy?”
Emily wiped away her tears as she
walked over to the pair and put her own arms around them both. “Yes
little fairy, we'll make it all right.”
A couple of months went by, and the
trio found a routine. Rosie, though disappointed that her parents
weren't going to become a “real family” and live together, was
happy to have her dad in her life and told everyone she knew her
father was back from his studies. Even though the fellowship meant
some grueling hours, Brian found every spare moment he could to spend
with his daughter, and always managed to include Emily in that time.
Often, they went to church as a family, and they planned many
outings. One trip they were able to take was down to visit his
mother, who was happy to be able to finally be called Grandma.
Thanksgiving came and both Brian's
mother and Emily's family decided that they would host a thanksgiving
feast together at Emily's parents' home, where Sara was staying as a
guest. Even though Brian drew the short stick and had to be the
on-call doctor for the morning shift, he was able to celebrate with
the extended family when supper time came.
Rosie had crashed on her grandmother's
bed about an hour after eating, and the adults went back to the
family room to reminisce about the “olden days” and watch the
snow that was gently falling outside. That left Emily and Brian to
clean up.
Brian looked at her. “I bring them
into the kitchen and scrape them, you rinse them and put them in the
dishwasher?”
“Deal.”
They got to work, talking of
Thanksgivings past and sharing some laughs as they did some
reminiscing of their own.
“By the way, Dad picked us up this
morning at our place since my check engine light popped on again last
night and we knew we couldn't get a mechanic to look at it, so I was
hoping you could give us a ride home.”
“Sure.”
'Can you carry Rosie? She's getting to
heavy for me to lug around when she's sleeping, and I hate to wake
her.”
“If she's not awake when it's time to
leave, I can.”
“Deal.”
They said their goodbyes a little
later, and with a half-asleep child fastened in her booster seat in
the back seat of Brian's sedan, they started the drive across town to
their apartment complex. Christmas music played softly in the cd
player, and Emily hummed along with it.
“This is nice,” Brian said quietly.
“Hmm?” Emily asked, dreamily. She
was watching the snow fall softly out the window.
“This is nice, having you sitting
next to me in the car, our daughter sound asleep, coming home from a
family dinner. I don't remember many of these with my own dad. I am
glad I could make the memory with my own child this year. I'm
thankful for her.”
Emily turned around to check on Rosie,
who had nodded off again. She had awakened briefly when they were
putting her jacket on her, and had trudged out to the car herself.
She was snoring lightly, her head tucked up against her shoulder on
the booster seat.
“I wish I could sleep like that
still,” Brian chuckled, having glanced at her through the rear view
mirror.
“Yeah,” Emily said, turning back to
glance at his profile. He still looked amazed that the child
sleeping in his backseat was his own. She sighed as she realized she
was still in love with him. It was a quiet reawakening of the love
she had held fast to all those years. It was the love that had
created the child that snored ever so softly in the back seat.
He took his eyes off the road for a
second to look at her, and then turned back to the road.
“What are you thinking on?” he
asked.
“I am thinking about how amazing a
dad you are,” Emily said. She reached out to touch his arm. “And
how amazing a man you've become.”
“You're not too bad yourself,”
Brian said. “How's about you and I take tomorrow night to go get a
bite to eat, sans kid? Your parents have offered to watch her.”
“I'd like that.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
He smiled a cocky smile as he pulled
into the parking lot and into a parking space near Emily's building's
door. He unbuckled his daughter's seat belt and got her out of the
car. The small family trudged up the walkway. A few minutes later,
Emily was tucking Rosie in as the girl murmured something in her
sleep. Emily smiled and kissed her forehead. Brian then leaned
down, smoothing his daughter's hair before kissing her cheek.
“Good night, my little fairy,” he
whispered.
Emily made sure Rosie's night light was
on and then turned off the light, shutting the door behind her as
Brian walked down the hallway to the front room. He started to put
his coat back on.
“Don't go just yet,” Emily said.
“it's starting to snow pretty hard out there.”
“Um, you do know I live only two
buildings over. I can walk home.”
“I know. I just don't want you to go
just yet.”
He put his jacket down and opened up
his arms. She willingly went to him and let him hug her. She felt
him sigh with relief as she melted into his embrace.
“You don't know how long I have
wished for this,” he said.
“Me too,” she whispered in
agreement.
He pulled away from her a bit so that
he could look into her eyes. “What made you change your mind?”
She smiled. “It was what you said in
the car, about being thankful for being able to make this memory with
our daughter. I realized then that I have always been in loved with
you. I want Rosie to have both of us here – or in your place –
together.”
Brian cocked one eyebrow and squinted at her. "Are you saying what I think you're
saying?"
Emily smiled coyly. “You're supposed to say it, and if I
remember correctly, you're supposed to do it on one knee.”
He smiled and dropped down as
instructed. “Emily McIntyre, will you marry me?”
She smiled. “Yes!”
He let out a hoot of joy as he pulled
her back into his embrace. He kissed her sweetly before coaxing her
into a deep kiss, dipping her as he did so.
“Mommy? Daddy? What's going on?”
Their sleepy-eyed fairy stood in the
hallway, rubbing her eyes as she looked from one parent to the other.
“Nothing, sweetie. Go back to bed,”
Emily said, laughing as she stayed in Brian's embrace.
“Are you guys gonna get married?”
Emily nodded as Brian answered his
daughter. “Yes, we are, little fairy.”
Rosie let out a shriek of delight as
she ran to her parents. The three of them hugged tightly, and all of
them felt complete.
Brian laughed as he whispered into his
fiancee's ear “Want to get a marriage license first thing Monday?”
She laughed. “You forget something.
We are both only children, and our mothers have planned this wedding
since we first started dating in middle school!”
“And I have to be the flower girl.
And Mikey has to be the ring bearer.”
“Oh, is that right?” Brian asked.
Rosie nodded. “Yep. Daddy, did you
get down on one knee before you asked Mommy?”
“I did, kiddo.”
“And did you ask Grandpa if you could
marry Mommy first?”
Emily blinked and looked at her
daughter with an amused look. “Where did that come from?”
“Grandpa told me that any boy that
ever asked to marry you or me had to ask him first. So, Daddy, did
you already ask Grandpa?”
“I sure did. I asked him tonight.”
Emily looked taken aback. “You did?”
He nodded. “Sure did. When we went
outside so your dad could smoke, I asked him if I had his blessing to
marry you, if and when you were ready. He said yes, and told me that
my mom, your mom, and him figured it would be sooner then later.”
“I guess we should call them, because
we got a wedding to plan then.”
Four weeks later, on Christmas Eve,
Rosie was able to walk down the aisle of the church by Mikey's
side, gleefully dropping rose petals. After having been able to just
barely squeeze in the requisite amount of marriage counseling
sessions, Brian stood with their pastor at the front of the church,
waiting for his bride, who was escorted down the aisle by her father.
In front of many friends and family members who were happy for this
day's final arrival, the two said “I do” to the each other,
having stolen the other's heart so long ago.
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