Skye and I are dancing in the kitchen. The classic love song drones casually out of Jane's vintage record player. I spin her as she laughs carelessly, and then falls onto the couch was a fwomp sound.
Oh, that couch. I could lie on it forever and ever, as long as Skye was there. All those movies and shows we saw, ranging from Doctor Who to Kiss Me Kate. Of course, during Kiss Me Kate, Skye looked right at me and I knew it that she was the one. Her blue eyes, her stunning personality, the way she just mesmerizes me. She's like music that can't be explained in words, or books that make no sense but you still love.
I told her this while I said my vows. I was so nervous, almost ready to crash on the podium and sob and profusely blubber how much I loved her and how I wanted to be with her forever and ever. After I finished, she cried, tears rolling down her face as she took my hands in hers and kissed me in front of our small reception. It's one of the few times she cried, and I loved it more than anything else in the world.
She also cried when she wanted the Ritz Crackers in the pantry but was so heavy she felt like she couldn't make it. Skye was so upset, because she had an unhealthy obsession with Ritz Crackers. Don't get me wrong, being pregnant was the best thing that happened to both of us, but some days she would just go hormonal and go crazy. Did I mention that she threw a water bottle at our apartment wall when she realized I was still performing my concert in Lincoln Center? The water bottle left a dent in our apartment, so we just covered it up with a calendar. Don't tell Jane though, we lied and said Skye was weirdly calm during her pregnancy!
When Amber Rose Penderwick was born, we were overjoyed. We were the first of the Penderwick family to have kids, and Iantha was the first to see her. Iantha and Mr. Penderwick, as I still affectionately called him, spoiled Amber tons. There was always a new toy to play with, or a new food to eat, or sometimes even a new fish to watch.
When Amber was five, Skye was diagnosed with cervical cancer while pregnant with our second child. We lost our baby son shortly after, carrying a small casket and taking him to the local graveyard, a silence filling the car.
After that, Jane suffered a seizure. Her writing career was going downhill, with her debut novel only selling 200 copies in the opening months. She hadn't been eating, and she never slept, feverishly working to convince her publisher she had talent. Jane made it, but she both of her arms were paralyzed, and she couldn't write anymore without help. She now has a constant nurse by her side day and night.
Skye and I have gone through so much, and I'm always going to love her. Nobody can replace Skye. She is my best friend, my inspiration, my idol, and the person I love and I would sacrifice anything for her.
"Skye Magee Penderwick gets custody of Amber Rose Penderwick, and Jeffrey Penderwick Tifton will be able to see her on weekends. The divorce has now been finalized. Dismissed."
As I said, I would sacrifice anything for Skye. If I had to sacrifice our marriage so she could be happy, then I would. And I did. Sometimes that's what you have to do for the people you love.
A/N: This was really hard to write for me, especially since I Skeffrey is my OTP. Nonetheless, I really hope you enjoyed this fic! Please review and tell me what you thought!
~Smoke