October 2007
All I could think about when I got home was Julie.
Kyle looked so much like her. Her eyes, the emerald gems I saw whenever I kissed her, were there. Kyle had her stature, too. Tall and thin. I couldn't belive this was my son... our son.
I sat down oon the bed, trying to let it all sink in. Her picture stared back at me, and I smiled. I remembered that rainy day, holding her in my arms as I felt the soft pale skin of her face against my cheek. The felling of her dark russet hair between my fingers as it tangled in the silver rain, how it made me want her to be in my arms for the rest of my life. She was my first love; the first woman I truly cared about.
Questions still ran through my mind after all this time. Why did I let her go? Why didn't she tell me about the baby?
I sighed, putting my face in my hands. I tried to image bing back with Julie, back in that moment when I knew she was The One. What would have happened if I had just... held on?
The phone rang, and I made no attempt to answer it. I just lay on the bed, my hand on my stomach while the other lay across the pillow over my head. Just as I closed my eyes to try and fall asleep, a voice from the past came from the answering machine.
"John?" she said, "It's Julie."