Indiana Jones's POV
A cry came, and I felt a surge of joy unlike anything else.
"It's a girl!" the doctor shouted.
I felt tears well up in my eyes as I looked over at my beautiful Marion, her dark hair sweaty and tangled, her olive skin flushed. There were tears of joy in her blue eyes as well.
…..
We named her Marie Julianne. She was a beautiful child, with her mother's dark hair and blue eyes, my skin, my smile, my features. She looked just like me.
By the time she was two, her mother and I fought constantly. We still loved each other, but something between us had changed. For Marie's sake, we stayed together.
When Marie was three, we knew we could not live together any longer. The breaking point came when our son was stillborn.
We decided not to divorce, but to separate. Our only conflict was Marie. Where would she go?
Marion decided to move back to Nepal, where she had grown up. Her plan was to reopen a bar that her family had owned.
I would continue here, teaching history and keeping alive my passion for archaeology.
The question that remained was, where would our daughter have the best life?
The answer was obvious. Here, with me, safe in the States was much safer than growing up the daughter of a barmaid in Nepal. Even Marion knew this.
It was settled, and Marion left us for Nepal. We wrote letters, and I would tell her all about Marie and send her pictures. However, we never visited. We knew it would be too hard for all three of us.
Over time, the letters stopped coming. Marie eventually forgot her mother, but I never did. Not for the next ten years I spent without the woman I loved.