Chapter One
When Ruthie Camden awoke that morning she felt warm and fuzzy inside but it wasn't until her senses were fully a wake did she remember why. She didn't want to move an inch, she felt safe and warm with his arm wrapped gently around her waist. Her body, still naked from the previous night's events, seemed to fit into his, which was also still naked, perfectly.
It's not like they had meant to sleep together. Martin was just staying over at the Camden's that weekend because the rest of the family was going to Chicago to talk some sense into Mary, the eldest Camden daughter. Ruthie had opted to stay home with Happy, their dog, and her parents had insisted that Martin stay with her, because she was "only sixteen."
Martin wasn't exactly thrilled that he had to tell Ruthie that he had gotten Sandy pregnant. It felt worse than having to tell Meredith. Ruthie was his best friend and he knew that she felt more than just friendship toward him, and, if he was being honest with himself, he felt it to. The pull they had toward each other was unmistakable it was almost as if the completed each other. But Martin would never admit this to anyone; he could barely admit it to himself.
Ruthie wasn't speaking to Martin. It had been a week since he told her not to go out with Jack. He didn't trust him with Ruthie, he was too experienced, but then again so was he. He wished there was an easier way to tell her. He wished he didn't have to tell her at all, but he had to, she'd never forgive him if he didn't tell her before someone else did.
He was thankful that the rest of her family had gone to see Mary, hoping to tell Ruthie at or after dinner. But then one thing led to another and before he realized what was going on, they were making love. When he woke the next morning, she was still in his arms asleep. She looked so peaceful, so much like the angel he always thought she was. And he hadn't been happier since he found out Sandy was pregnant. If only Ruthie were pregnant, he thought. I wouldn't mind if it were Ruthie instead of Sandy. But now I have to tell her, and break her heart, along with mine. I've ruined everything.
It wasn't until she turned around to face him did he know that she had awaken while he was away with his thoughts.
"I love you, Martin," she whispered, looking straight into his eyes, searching them for his feelings.
"I love you, too, Ruthie," he whispered, both of their hearts soaring on the pure joy of being able to tell the other what they felt. "Come on, let's go get some breakfast, there's something I need to tell you."
They put as much clothing as needed on and held hands on their way to the kitchen. Martin dreading what he had to tell the young woman to which he had just declared his love.