Drifting
"Do you want to keep it?"
He sits in the one good chair in her small living room and asks calmly while she sits on her crappy couch fidgeting and looking anywhere but at him. She doesn't know what to say, because she still doesn't have an answer to this question. She hasn't been able to think straight for the last couple days. And she really misses him. It's been 31 days. She hasn't seen him ever since the night he walked out of he door without a backward glance. She didn't even run into him at the police station or the bonds office, and she didn't see his sleek black Porsche anywhere on the streets. And Trenton, as a matter of fact, is not such a big city. She blinks and squirms a little bit. She knows he's waiting. But her brain is empty. All she can think about right now is how much she wants to kiss him, hold him, and feel his warmth and steady heartbeat next to her cold shivering body. She isn't sure if she ever wants or can be a mother. It's too much a promise and responsibility for someone who is not even a good hamster owner. But the thought of having his baby growing inside her body gives her thrills. Will the child be a boy or a girl? Will the child looks like her or him? Will the child have his eyes? Will the child have his smile? Will the child have his smooth perfect skin? Will their child make his love come back to her with a diamond ring?
But what if it's Morelli's?
She is rendered breathless by sudden panic. She doesn't want to be like the Morelli women. She doesn't want to become her own mother. Dinner on table at 6 sharp every night. Thorough house cleaning every 2 weeks. 2 or 3 or 4 or even 5 kids to keep her busy for the rest of her life. For the rest of her life...The world around her blackens as she faints. He catches her effortlessly before she falls onto the floor.
And he still has no idea why he always has to be her hero.
