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I truly have no idea what goes on in a hospital. I never claimed that this was supposed to be realistic, or that I wished for it to be so. Thank God, my experiences in hospitals have been very few. So, thank you for your critique. I take it very seriously, but have no intention of changing my story to fit that.

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Hush, love, I see a light in the sky, Oh,

It's almost blinding me,

I can't believe that I've been touched by an angel with love.

Let the rain come down and wash away my tears,

Let it fill my soul and drown my fears,

Let it shatter the walls for a new sun,

A new day has come.

- Celine Dion, A New Day Has Come

I smile fondly at the memory, the moment when I allowed my husband to take me in, to breathe my air.

I awoke that morning, this time with a smile on my lips. So content with the world, wishing that moment could last forever. I turned over to find JT's eyes opened, staring back into mine. I smiled at him. He smiled back and kissed my lips ever-so-softly.

After a few moments, he whispered, "Good morning, sleeping beauty." I giggled, snaking my arms around his waist, pulling him closer, snuggling up against him.

It is blissful, this moment. A night of love with my husband, awaking to the sun rushing in through the window. It makes me happy. I feel like nothing can go wrong. If we just stay, here, forever, nothing will go wrong.

I sigh, grinning at him. He raised his eyebrow at me.

"JT," I whispered, breaking the silence, "I want to… I want to have a baby. With you."

He smiled and didn't say a word. He just kissed me. Finally, "I thought so, when I crawled out of bed earlier this morning and saw bags full of baby stuff. I ain't that dumb, you know."

I smiled, overjoyed. "I know. Why do you think I married you?"

He shrugged, looking away as though he was contemplating. I stifled a giggle as he mumbled, "Uh… well, I was kinda hoping it was for my charmingly handsome rugged looks."

I laughed and kissed him, mumbling, "Okay, you got me. It was that too." I giggled as he nodded, winking.

He turned over, stretching, and muttered, "You know, I think we should get up. I have to get to work. Speaking of which," He turned to me with a suspicious smile on his face. "You, uh, got anything to tell me about that?"

I laughed, surprising myself. Normally, I'd have cared about this sort of thing. As in, JT finding out I got a job. But that day, nothing could bring me down from that carefree bliss. "How'd you know, JT?"

He grinned. "A little birdie. By the name of…Toby!"

"Toby? How'd he know?"

"He… might have seen you at the bookstore walking into the manager's office. Please don't hit me!" He cringed, as though bracing himself for a slap. After a couple moments where I made no move showing an intention to hit him, he looked up and said, "Hey, what gives?"

"JT! I'm not going to slap you! It's fine, really, that Toby saw me! I was planning on telling you anyways." I smiled to show that it's okay.

"Alrighty then! So, did you get the job?"

"I don't know yet. They're supposed to call any minute now…" Just then the phone rang. I jumped out of bed to grab it, not caring that the window was wide open and I was…well, in my birthday suit, we will say. "Hello?" I answered excitedly, then listened for a moment before exclaiming, "Yay! Thank you!" and slamming the phone back on the dresser. I turned back to JT and screamed, "I got the job!" We embraced momentarily but I pulled back and hurried to get dressed. "Come on, baby, we need to leave in five minutes; I start today!"

Ten minutes later we were out on the road. JT dropped me off at my job, promising to pick me up at five exactly. I waved to him, then walked into the store, hearing the bells chiming as I entered. I smiled at the clerk, who waved me over to the counter.

"You must be the new employee," She guessed, smiling. I nodded. "Good. We've been looking to hire someone for ages. The manager here is really picky, so I'd assume you're pretty experienced!" I shrugged, smiling, as she looked me over. "But… you look really young. How old are you? Seventeen, eighteen?"

"Eighteen," I said quietly.

"Hmm…eighteen? Why would someone of your age be looking for a job?" I froze, not uttering a word, just staring at her. She raised her fingers to her eyes and massaged them, muttering, "I am sorry. It is none of my business." She held up her hands and began to walk behind the counter. "You know what? Forget I asked! Really!" I chuckled, relieved, and followed her behind the counter as she began to give me the 'New employee routine', as she called it. She explained to me how everything worked back there, and by the end of the day I was an expert.

A month passed. JT raised his eyebrows at me every morning when I exited the bathroom, as if to say, well? I always smiled mysteriously, as if to say, nope! No period today! I was already three weeks late, which was a good sign. I was so excited. I was going to be a mother! Technically I already was, but since I had to give that one up, I never got to experience the joy of raising a child.

Each day I went to work, as always. My co-worker, Shelley, was really sweet. She was twenty-four and had never gone to college. In truth, she was basically the epitome of what I turned out as in my worst nightmares. But I liked her. She had jet-black hair, cut boy-short and spiky. Her nose was pierced, as were her ears (numerous times). She had a tattoo of a butterfly on her lower back. I always had the urge to ask her about her past, and why she chose to work in a bookstore, of all places. But I didn't, because, for some reason, I didn't want her to know I was married, possibly with a child on the way. I don't know why, but that part of my life I wished to keep a secret.

This was a good month for me. I even got a raise! But in the back of my mind I knew: if everything was going so well, something had to give.