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This was really a test chapter to see if you guls like it. There will only be a chapter 2 if you tell me you want it!
September 17th
Friday
2005
It has been six years since I came back from the dead. Six years since I met the love of my life and six years since I had a remotely normal life. I think it is time I stopped dwelling on the past and stop worrying about the future. It is time I start living in the present. Living, with Max. It took a while for things to get back to 'normal.' It is three years taken away from me. But the thing I don't and probably will never understand is that I would do it again in a heartbeat. I regret nothing. No I did not want to leave my mom and dad in Roswell. No, I didn't want to move three times until we finally settled down and no I didn't want to lose my friend. But those are choices I made. No one forced me or told me to make the decisions I did. So why should I regret it? Anyway. It's like 23:00 here in Canada in our new house. We moved in from our apartment yesterday. But I have to go to sleep now or else in the morning Max won't let me get out of the bed. He says I need as much sleep as possible. I don't know why though. But he takes care of me, no matter what.
September 21st
Tuesday
Yesterday was awful! When I got to class (Did I mention I teach biology) most of the kids hadn't done their reports on molecule structure. They all had these lame excuses that wouldn't fool anyone. Andy Theron even pulled the 'My dog ate my homework' line on me. I wonder what I am doing wrong with these kids. I mean they are 16 and failing Bio Lab! At least Max spends his day helping people. He is now a doctor in the ICU saving lives. While I am stuck for 6 hours a day with a bunch of delinquents. Today did not get any better when I ran out of the class to the bathroom vomiting. I must have the flu or something. When I got home I tried to put on the best 'Max I feel fine' face. It probably would have worked on a parking attendant or a kid at school but not with Max, he sees right through it. Lately something has felt out of the ordinary with the way he is treating me. When I am with him he treats me like a porcelain doll. Though I can't say I don't enjoy Max going out of his way to make sure I don't carry anything heavy.
September 22
Wednesday
Today I took a sick day from work and stayed home. Of course Max volunteered to stay at home with me but I told him I would prefer to sleep. He told me he wanted to stay but convinced him to go save lives. While I was at home I watched a documentary on pregnant ladies and matched some of the symptoms to my flu. So that must be it. It answers most of my questions. Why does Max treat me weirdly? Why do I feel sick? Because, I am pregnant!