A/N: Just another little drabble-type story. Short, I know, but it was begging to be posted.
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing.
The knocking on the door was incessant; the raucous noise was beginning to drive me insane. It was breaking through my reverie, making me question my sanity. I was exhausted, and I had just fallen asleep! Why must they wake me up at this hour? Somewhat reluctantly I got out of bed and dragged myself to the door, considering myself a martyr for sacrificing sleep for this individual.
I opened the door, and what do you know? The object of my adulation was standing at my doorstep--rain-soaked and weary. She looked as if she had been standing outside in the rain for hours. I ushered her inside and offered her a hot shower and a cup of coffee.
I could clearly see how badly I had hurt her. Her eyes were red and puffy from endless tears, and they lacked the sparkle I was so used to seeing in them. I hated myself for what I did to her. I still do.
We talked for hours--well into the early hours of the morning. She yelled. She cried. I did my best to console, and I apologized constantly.
I have no idea how or why she found it in herself to forgive me, but she did. Then, nine months later, she gave me the most beautiful baby girl in the world, and for that I will be forever thankful.
I didn't deserve her forgiveness, nor do I deserve her love, but somehow I have it. I believe that, for some unknown reason, fate brought her to my doorstep that night and made her wake me up and see what I had done. God gave me a second chance with her, and there's no way in hell I am going to screw it up.
A/N2: Just so you know, reviews are like chocolate to me. (And chocolate is pretty much my best friend.) ;)
