Our Last Christmas Chapter 1
Shane and Mitchie are married, and have a 3 year-old son. But what will happen when he gets deployed to Iraq?
June 4, 2009
"Mitchie, I have to go, I have already been deployed, hon" 28 year-old Shane Gray just finished telling his wife of 6 years, Mitchie Gray, 26.
"Shane, how do you plan to explain to Noah that you might not come home?" she asked him with tears in her eyes.
"I leave tomorrow honey, and believe me, I don't want to go at all" he said, trying to comfort her.
"Show me how much you don't want to go" she said, as they headed to the bedroom, and shut the door.
June 5, 2009
"Bye buddy, be good for mommy, okay? I'll see you by Christmas, okay?" Shane asked his 3 year-old son, Noah Joseph Gray.
"Otay daddy. I wuv you wots. Come home to momma and I?" he asked, crying hard. This was breaking Shane's heart.
"I swear Shane Adam Gray, you better come home to your father, wife, son and I" his mother, Sandy, told him. There was not a dry eye in the airport.
"Mom, I will, but look after Mitchie and Noah for me, please?" he begged.
Shane then moved to Mitchie, the love of his life of 15 years. He cried so hard his face was as red as a cherry.
"Come back to me, promise baby?" she asked. Truth wise, he could not make any promises.
"Baby, I can't make any promises. I can try harder than anything, okay? I love you and Noah so damn much" he said, as his wife gave him a watery smile.
"I love you too. Write me when you get a chance, okay?" she asked. He nodded, and then the worst part of goodbye came. Shane gave everyone one last hug, and then turned to leave, for good.
A/N: Hey guys, I am on a huge roll right now. "One Amazing Night," a story I am almost completed, will be up shortly. This one I will post tonight. No easy way to say this. . . there WILL be tragedy. A main character is pulled from earth.