K so hope you guys like it! Came up with the idea while I was making brownies and had Rascal Flatt's Broken Road stuck in my head. Just a thought, so please R & R if I should continue. I'm pretty sure you know this but I don't own Rascal Flatt's song or Victorious. Okay enjoy!
"Ok so tell me what you think!" Andre said, practically bouncing up and down with excitement. For goodness sakes he was 27 years old and plus you think he would have learned from last time that you should always be calm around me when I'm this far pregnant.
"For Gondi's sake Andre, just play it already!" I told him, only mildly irritated. So far anyways.
We were both sitting at my grand piano.
Andre started playing, his tension fading away as he got into the song. Then he started to sing:
I set out on a narrow way, many years ago
Hoping I would find true love along the broken road
My mind suddenly reeled as memories came rushing back. They were of a girl, unsure and afraid to open her heart yet yearning for love.
But I got lost a time or two
Wiped my brow and kept pushing through
Of a night filled with screams and the crashes of glass. Of two petite girls and one drunken man that so desperately wanted to lay his hands on them.
I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you
Of a savior, coming to pick me up gently off the ground and out of the pool of blood. I had thought he was an angel, taking my home. In a way he was.
That every long lost dream
That led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart
They were like northern stars
From then on he was always there, to protect me and comfort me. His arms were the arms of strength, compassion and shelter. He was my first love and what I vowed to be my last.
Pointing me on my way
Into your loving arms
Of dances and endless nights spent on the couch watching movies. Of the first taste of true love.
This much I know is true
That God bless the broken road that led me straight to you
I closed my eyes, letting my hand slide across my seven-month pregnant stomach. As soon as the song had started my baby had quieted down.
I think about the years I spent just passing through
I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you
I smile, I was lucky; I had lost no time with my husband. He was my first and I was his….. and last too.
But you just smile and take my hand
You've been there you understand
Him taking my hand, taking me away from my father. The kiss that sealed me to him, forever.
It's all part of a grander plan
That is coming true
That first time, two years later. I made love for the first time in a meadow, a meadow blooming with flowers and warm, oh so warm.
Every long lost dream
That led me to where you are
And others who broke my heart
They were like northern stars
One perfect daughter from that one perfect day. His daughter.
Pointing me on my way
Into your loving arms
How I cried when he left for the war. He wasn't there to hold me when I cried any more than. He was oceans and countries away, helping people evacuate.
This much I know is true
Him coming home, the joy the happiness. My little Lou was going to know her father. We made love to each other for the second time that night he left once again.
That God bless the broken road that led me straight to you
A letter that tore my heart out. The pregnancy test fell to the floor, and so did I.
Now I'm just rolling home
Into my lover's arms
Never again would he come home. He wouldn't hold me or his daughter. He would never know his unborn baby either.
This much I know is true
A picture of a woman, standing in front of a newly made tombstone in a graveyard on an over cast day. A black dress clung to her figure and a veil covered her face. It was just like in the movies, her pale skin pure white, lips big and red. Her eyes are crystal clear blue and hold in them a sharp pain. The blond curls, framing her face perfectly from within the hood.
That God bless the broken road
She held a young girl, also dressed in black, with the same intelligent blue eyes and blonde hair. She was only three and yet she knew and she cried.
That led me straight to you
I single tear drop on the mother's face as she turns away from the new grave and a simple whisper of words escape from her lips.
I looked up suddenly as the song ended, straight into Andre's eyes. Tears stained my face and I struggled to control my sobs.
"That was beautiful Andre," I stammer as he pulls me close into a strong, yet caring and gentle hug.
Suddenly my whole body tingles, like it did every time my husband touched me.
I look up into Andre's warm eyes and find reassurance in them.
Wait, this is wrong. I could never love another man like I loved Parker. He was my everything, my other half. Yet here I was and I knew the feelings of turmoil that were going on inside of me.
He had only been dead six months and already I was starting to have feelings for another man. No, I wasn't going to allow this to happen. Andre was like my best friend, he was my perfect brother.
Using all my strength I pushed him away, getting up and walking to the other side of the room.
"Brie?" Andre asked, concern evident in his voice.
My temper flared at this. Perhaps it was the violent mood swings that caused me to be so over reactive. My only thought though was, Why should he care?
"No Andre, I'm not." I answered coldly; looking back later on I couldn't believe that was me, "I'm going home right now."
With that I went into the other room where my daughter, Llewella, was playing with Andre's son, Birch.
As soon as I walked in Lou got up and hurried over to me, "Mommy!" she cried happily.
Birch watched with a sad expression on his face. He was only a year older than Lou, just like Andre was a year older than me. Birch's mother had left him and Andre right after Birch was born.
She was a cold, hard lady that had nearly killed Birch by trying to induce labor on her own. Why? Because she hated the fact that she was getting fat. After that she had simply left and moved on to the next boyfriend.
I walked over and tousled Birch's soft brown hair. He had Andre's beautiful skin.
"Sorry bud but me and Lou have to be getting home now." I said softly. I wish I could lean down and hug him or give him a kiss but I can't.
"By Auntie Brie!" Birch sang, hugging my leg.
I turned around but Andre was standing in the doorway, watching me carefully.
"If you want I could drive you home." He said cautiously.
"No, no I'm fine." I told him, my anger had melted away. I would have to make it up to him but not tonight, tonight I was too tired. "I'm sorry Andre, talk to you tomorrow?"
He nodded and walked over to open the front door for me.
I wish I could pick up Lou and carry her, I though with a sigh, but I'll just have to be content with holding her hand.
With that I got Lou into her car seat and started up my beetle. I was so very, very happy to be going home.
Ok so I know it was a little long but I hoped it kept your attention! Please review and tell me if I should continue or not, I suppose it could be fine as a one-shot but I think it has a lot of potential to go farther!