It all started so simply.

He had looked at me. Just one look at me. That was all it took.

My heart had instantly been his for the taking.

He had invited me to dinner one night, just the two of us. I had smiled at him, I had said yes.

He had grinned.

We had Italian, my favorite.

That night, outside my door, he had kissed me goodnight.

Our first kiss.

Three dates later, I woke up in his arms, and I had never felt happier in my life.

I spent every minute I could with him.

The day he told me he loved me was three weeks to the day of our first kiss.

It was only three months later that I found out I was pregnant.

When I told him, he screamed, and hugged me until I thought I would suffocate.

We named her Charlotte, and called her Charles, after Charles Darwin.

We got married when she was three.

She was the flower girl.

We bought a three bedroom near the lab, and Charles decorated her room to look like a science lab.

A pink science lab.

We named our little boy James, after James D. Watson.

He was born three weeks early, but he was too stubborn to die.

He came home healthy and happy.

When Charles was nine and James was three, we got them a kitten named Marilyn.

We also got a golden retriever named Manson.

James tried to ride Manson.

So did my husband.

I laughed.

It was the day before Charles turned twelve.

I was called out to a scene.

He raped me, then shot me three times.

My name is Sara Sidle.

I was thirty eight years old when I was murdered at a crime scene.

I'm sorry for killing Sara, guys! This will be more than a one shot, I plan on doing a whole thing on her watching them in heaven. Just re-read The Lovely Bones, so this was stuck in my mind. Thanks for reading! If you like it, hate it, have views on politics today, or just want to rant, review! Even if you don't, review!