Disclaimer: I am not, REPEATING, not Ernest Hemingway. If I was do you think I would still be alive, no. and I am not a ghost, a spirit or a possessing thingy. I am a bored student who want to be a beta reader, so if you have something you want to be a amazing, ask.

Baby Shoes

"Baby shoes for sale, never worn" He looked down at the advertisement and thought back to the day…

Anna Leigh was walking down the street hand in hand with her husband of eleven months, Jonathan Cobalt. As they entered the park they strayed off the beaten path and went to under the big, two hundred year old oak in the center of the park. Jonathan rested his hand upon Anna Leigh's stomach and smiled as he felt his baby move against his hand.

"What should we name it?" Anna breathed.

He smiled, "Leeann, after you."

"What if she is a he?" Anna Leigh laughed.

"She won't be. She kicks like a girl," He ducked and rolled away as she threw her shoes at him. Anna stood up and retrieved her shoes shaking her head at her husband. He just laughed and stated that they need to go clothes shopping for her.

All grievances aside, the couple strolled back into town towards the clothing store. As they walked in under the chiming doorway, the owner greeted them happily. They shopped for awhile and picked out an assortment of girl clothing with Anna Leigh half-heartedly objecting to everything specifically for girls. Jonathan laughed it off and grabbed glittery pink baby shoes off the shelf and added them to their growing pile of stuff to buy.

Anna shook her head as they when to check out, "Honey, we should wait and confirm that it is a girl before we get all of this."

Jonathan thought otherwise and managed to say with a straight face, "Our daughter is gonna be gorgeous and she is gonna need gorgeous clothes. What if they run out of all the pretty things before we get back?"

Anna had to laugh and Jonathan whispered in her ear, "Our daughter will love the shoes."

Jonathan paid, grabbed the bags then hurried to hold the door open for his five month pregnant wife. After he helped her into the car and put the bags in the back, he pulled out of the parking lot towards their home. As the light changed from red to green and they pulled forward, a truck, running the light, barreled into the side of the car, the passenger side.

Four days later, Jonathan awoke from his coma screaming her name, Anna. The nurses charged in. They had the depressing duty of telling him that his wife and unborn child had not made it. Anna had died on impact; the baby was a girl.

Looking at the ad his mother had put in the paper, he thought over the last moments he had with his wife and daughter he would never watch walk or hear talk or give Christmas presents to. He would never love anyone the way he had Anna Leigh. He would never father another child and get to watch her grow up and have children of her own. He would never be a grandfather and give his grandchildren so many brownies that they got sick. He would never… That is what those six detrimental words meant, "Baby shoes for sale, never worn."

Author's Note: hope y'all enjoyed the story Okay, I know you are crying now, that was the whole purpose of the story, to clean out your sinuses. You're very Welcome.