That was the simple life anyways, when everything was happy and before the tragedy that shook my whole world and which I wish never had happened.
Our honeymoon lasted a week and than we went back home to our homey apartment we share. We also returned to his job as a teacher and mine as an intern being an OB-GYN nurse at the local hospital but I take a class at the college still two days of the week.
"I'm going to work then, do you wanna ride with me?" Paul asks as we're in our kitchen and he's twisting on the lid for his coffee mug.
"No thanks, I'll just drive myself." I reply and he nods.
"I'll see you later then love, bye." he responds as he walks to me and we hug and kiss.
"Have a good day darling, I love you." he says as we look at each other with our arms around the other.
"Thanks honey, you have a good day too. Don't let those teenagers bother you too much." I say and he shrugs with a smile and we kiss again before he leaves.
I grab my purse and get my shoes on before leaving the apartment and driving to work.
Today was a slow day even though what seems like dozens and dozens of women have babies every day at the local hospital, and I was left with boring paper work that I wasn't interested in doing.
My time finally comes for lunch break and I make my way to the local high school that Paul teaches at. He tells me that he loves it for the most part even though the annoying, dramatic teenagers can get to him sometimes and he surely doesn't enjoy all the work he has to grade.
I find the office and I quickly sign the check in sheet with my name and time and I wander the halls of the familiar school since I went here as a teenager. Things sure have changed over the past 5 years since I was 18, i'm happily married, I have a almost stable career in the medical field and I'm 5 months pregnant with my husband and i's first child together.
I find his room and the wood door is slightly ajar to see him working at his desk with some music playing in the background. I smile at the sight of him hard at work in the environment he loves to be in as he scribbles away and stares at the paper that lays in front of his eyes.
"Excuse me, Mr. McCartney?" I ask after softly knocking on the door and he looks up to see me and a smile spreads across his lips.
"Hey love, what're you doing here?" he questions while standing up and I enter his room.
"I thought maybe you'd like to have lunch together." I respond and hold up a bag of our favorite meal from a local restaurant.
"You thought correctly." he replies and I smile and I drag over a chair to sit by him at his desk.
"How's your day been going?" I ask as we both have our feet propped up on his desk and we work on our food as we sit next to each other.
"Fairly good, what about yours love?" he responds and I shrug.
"Slow, I've had to do paperwork all day." I speak and he nods with a groan.
"I'm sorry to hear. Have you been feeling alright otherwise?"
"Mmhmm just a little nauseous at times." I say and he nods in understanding before taking one last bite of his food and setting the remains on his desk.
I finish mine and set it beside his and he stretches and I rest my hands on my small bump that barely makes it look as if I'm pregnant. We've decided to not tell anybody just yet, not a soul, just to be sure nothing happens to the baby and we plan to tell family sometime in the next two weeks.
"So Ari, what color do you think we should paint the nursery?" Paul asks with a yawn and I lean back into the chair.
"I think we should paint it purple if it's a girl and some shade of blue if it's a boy." I reply and he nods in agreement.
We talk some more before I leave to get back to work. We talk about our day, the baby, the anticipation of us becoming parents and other basic things married couples talk about.
The rest of the day drags on as I did more paperwork at my job and I waited for the end of my shift to come so I could go home and take a much needed nap as I was tired.
Paul and I ate a simple dinner as he had a lot of assignments and essays to correct and I did some chores and cleaning around the apartment.
"Darling, I'm gonna go pick up milk and eggs at the store quick, kay?" Paul asks as it's around 7 now and we stand in the kitchen.
"Okay." I reply and he nods.
"I won't be too long, I love you." he says before giving me a kiss.
"I love you too." I respond and he gives me a smile before grabbing the car keys and walking out the door, that'd be the last time I'd ever see him.
I wiped the counters and put the dirty dishes into the dishwasher while listening to music on the radio for the next 10 minutes as he was gone.
I finished my chores and sat on the couch to turn on the tv and while flipping through channels I came across the news talking about a store having been robbed just recently tonight and somebody being killed because of it.
"The criminal is unknown at this point but the police are looking into this and making quick work of trying to find the man. As you see behind me is the store where it happened and where the police have now quartered off as a crime scene. They aren't letting out much information at this point except for that the victim is a caucasian male, about 24, with dark hair, about 5'11 and normal build." the female newscaster announces as she's at the scene and my hand shoots to my mouth at the details she explains.
The man she described sounded just like Paul and the store is the one we always go to and at the thought of that tears spring to my eyes.
AN: Well, what're your thoughts? The following parts are about to get pretty sad, so beware. I hope you're liking 'em and at least one or two people are checking out this short fic of mine. Reviews would be appreciated, so feel free!