Chapter Four
A Trip Down Memory Lane.
(BY THE WAY I DECIDED TO CHANGEDTHE NAME OF THE EDITOR, SO DON"T TAKE NOTICE OF CHAPTER TWO WHERE IT SAYS THE EDITORS NAME IS AMY, SO NOW IT IS ERIN)
Work had been real slow today. I'd already handed this week's advice column over to the editor, Erin Tabeth. Erin was everything most people would want to be, or to have. She was tall and perfect size six, as for me I was just a size 7 and stood at only 6 foot 9 inches, whereas Erin stood at a good 6'10 or so. Every time I looked at Erin it reminded me at how tall Trunks was; he always had seemed to tower over me at 7'2. Erin also had brown hair that was naturally curly and hung just below her shoulder blades.
In a way I envied her, her looks and smarts. Now I wouldn't be too modest, I had the smarts and, thanks to my mother, I had some good looks. I'd rather see Erin everyday then that bitch of a dentist. Erin could get on the annoying side at times, always handing out jobs, but she would always save me when Trunks would call.
As the day went on I had re-re-arranged my office and emptied my trashcan. So I sat down staring at the laptop screen, When I suddenly noticed that I'd been staring at an old desktop wallpaper of Emmy, Trunks and me. I needed to update that and get one of Emmy and me, only. But as I watched I realized that there was something unique about the way Emmy smiled, it not only lit up in her eyes, but on Trunks, and mine too.
I still remember the way the photographer had said that we were a picture perfect family and that Emmy would some day make it big, in the modeling world. While she had still been a baby she was asked to do a commercial ad, but Trunks and I had decided that it would be best if Emmy could have a normal life, without having her face published in every magazine.
I even remember every detail of that day. Emmy had still been 5; it had been 3 months before the divorce. She had been pushing for a day out at the park for a picnic with both of us. We finally had decided that we could do nothing but to give her, her wish. She had that way with us, she could ask for anything and we'd give it to her. We had never really got around to not spoiling her. God, she had been spoiled rotten in those first few years of her life. But now I never took anything from Trunks, even after the divorce I told him to keep his money and that I could make it on my own, and I had been right. I had done it all on my own, with a little help from Erin, if Erin hadn't given me a job as her assistant, then she would have never realized that I had a talent for giving advice.
Life was an interesting journey; I had learned a lot in the 29 years that I've been alive. Marrying at a young age was a terrible thing to do, I now realize that it had been a mistake. A foolish mistake. Never mind how much Trunks pissed me off, or how much I hated his guts, I still am thankful to him for the glorious gift he gave me, in the form of a child. As corny as that sounds its true thou. I really loved Emmy more than live itself.
I still remember the way he had held her for the first time or the way he used to cuddle her ALL the time. He loved her as much as I did, and I knew that never mind what happened, or who he dated, married or just slept with, he'd never forget Emmy. His father was the same with Emmy, even thou Vegeta always tried hiding it. Dad and Mom had loved Emmy since the first ultra sound. Bulma and Dad had been dropping BIG hints from the time Trunks and I got married that they wanted grandkids and heaps of them.
Trunks and I had been dating since I was 19 and he was 23. And after seriously dating for 2 years he proposed as the fireworks went off at midnight on New Years eve. We hadn't really wanted any kids; we always wanted it to be just the two of us having 'fun'. Four and a half months after proposing we got married, the papers were all over it, camera's flashing as we walked out of the chapel, we had only allowed one photographer inside the church. He had been hired to take our wedding pictures, which I still had under my bed somewhere in a box, Trunks also had a few. After the wedding we allowed the papers to have a few photo's for the front page, and many more on the inside.
Trunks had been happy to just leave them dangling. I'd have to say the honeymoon was the greatest part. We went to Paris, the city of love; we had a great time shopping and love making. Only three months after the honeymoon, I had gotten pregnant. God, I remember not wanting to tell him, because I thought he would rather divorce me then have kids, but in the end it was the same story. Two months into the pregnancy I still hadn't told him, and I had started to make a habit of throwing up every morning at exactly seven.
Trunks had gotten worried and then real upset when I wouldn't tell him what was up, but finally at about 2 months and 23 days I told him, I had began to cry on his shoulder whispering sorry as I told him. He had lifted my head and told me that he loved me and he was happy about the baby, and he would never dream about divorcing me, if only I hadn't believed those words, then maybe I wouldn't have been as hurt when it happened.
He had been jumping with joy about the baby. He even painted the nursery by himself. We bought tons and tons of baby stuff. I still don't get how could our happy little family break up like that. I blame it on the reporters and the newspapers. And. and.I also blame Kim.
A/N: bwhahahaha. I love that cliffhanger, cause you don't know what happened to their marriage and its not really that had to figure out, but I don't know what the real reason is. Oh yeah about the heights of the people don't worry, if its too short or too tall let me know, cause I really didn't know about what height. I can't do heights. So I guess I could blame it on Trunks and that it was his fault.. But Marron seems to want it to be Kim's fault. By the way who the hell is KIM?
(BY THE WAY I DECIDED TO CHANGEDTHE NAME OF THE EDITOR, SO DON"T TAKE NOTICE OF CHAPTER TWO WHERE IT SAYS THE EDITORS NAME IS AMY, SO NOW IT IS ERIN)
Work had been real slow today. I'd already handed this week's advice column over to the editor, Erin Tabeth. Erin was everything most people would want to be, or to have. She was tall and perfect size six, as for me I was just a size 7 and stood at only 6 foot 9 inches, whereas Erin stood at a good 6'10 or so. Every time I looked at Erin it reminded me at how tall Trunks was; he always had seemed to tower over me at 7'2. Erin also had brown hair that was naturally curly and hung just below her shoulder blades.
In a way I envied her, her looks and smarts. Now I wouldn't be too modest, I had the smarts and, thanks to my mother, I had some good looks. I'd rather see Erin everyday then that bitch of a dentist. Erin could get on the annoying side at times, always handing out jobs, but she would always save me when Trunks would call.
As the day went on I had re-re-arranged my office and emptied my trashcan. So I sat down staring at the laptop screen, When I suddenly noticed that I'd been staring at an old desktop wallpaper of Emmy, Trunks and me. I needed to update that and get one of Emmy and me, only. But as I watched I realized that there was something unique about the way Emmy smiled, it not only lit up in her eyes, but on Trunks, and mine too.
I still remember the way the photographer had said that we were a picture perfect family and that Emmy would some day make it big, in the modeling world. While she had still been a baby she was asked to do a commercial ad, but Trunks and I had decided that it would be best if Emmy could have a normal life, without having her face published in every magazine.
I even remember every detail of that day. Emmy had still been 5; it had been 3 months before the divorce. She had been pushing for a day out at the park for a picnic with both of us. We finally had decided that we could do nothing but to give her, her wish. She had that way with us, she could ask for anything and we'd give it to her. We had never really got around to not spoiling her. God, she had been spoiled rotten in those first few years of her life. But now I never took anything from Trunks, even after the divorce I told him to keep his money and that I could make it on my own, and I had been right. I had done it all on my own, with a little help from Erin, if Erin hadn't given me a job as her assistant, then she would have never realized that I had a talent for giving advice.
Life was an interesting journey; I had learned a lot in the 29 years that I've been alive. Marrying at a young age was a terrible thing to do, I now realize that it had been a mistake. A foolish mistake. Never mind how much Trunks pissed me off, or how much I hated his guts, I still am thankful to him for the glorious gift he gave me, in the form of a child. As corny as that sounds its true thou. I really loved Emmy more than live itself.
I still remember the way he had held her for the first time or the way he used to cuddle her ALL the time. He loved her as much as I did, and I knew that never mind what happened, or who he dated, married or just slept with, he'd never forget Emmy. His father was the same with Emmy, even thou Vegeta always tried hiding it. Dad and Mom had loved Emmy since the first ultra sound. Bulma and Dad had been dropping BIG hints from the time Trunks and I got married that they wanted grandkids and heaps of them.
Trunks and I had been dating since I was 19 and he was 23. And after seriously dating for 2 years he proposed as the fireworks went off at midnight on New Years eve. We hadn't really wanted any kids; we always wanted it to be just the two of us having 'fun'. Four and a half months after proposing we got married, the papers were all over it, camera's flashing as we walked out of the chapel, we had only allowed one photographer inside the church. He had been hired to take our wedding pictures, which I still had under my bed somewhere in a box, Trunks also had a few. After the wedding we allowed the papers to have a few photo's for the front page, and many more on the inside.
Trunks had been happy to just leave them dangling. I'd have to say the honeymoon was the greatest part. We went to Paris, the city of love; we had a great time shopping and love making. Only three months after the honeymoon, I had gotten pregnant. God, I remember not wanting to tell him, because I thought he would rather divorce me then have kids, but in the end it was the same story. Two months into the pregnancy I still hadn't told him, and I had started to make a habit of throwing up every morning at exactly seven.
Trunks had gotten worried and then real upset when I wouldn't tell him what was up, but finally at about 2 months and 23 days I told him, I had began to cry on his shoulder whispering sorry as I told him. He had lifted my head and told me that he loved me and he was happy about the baby, and he would never dream about divorcing me, if only I hadn't believed those words, then maybe I wouldn't have been as hurt when it happened.
He had been jumping with joy about the baby. He even painted the nursery by himself. We bought tons and tons of baby stuff. I still don't get how could our happy little family break up like that. I blame it on the reporters and the newspapers. And. and.I also blame Kim.
A/N: bwhahahaha. I love that cliffhanger, cause you don't know what happened to their marriage and its not really that had to figure out, but I don't know what the real reason is. Oh yeah about the heights of the people don't worry, if its too short or too tall let me know, cause I really didn't know about what height. I can't do heights. So I guess I could blame it on Trunks and that it was his fault.. But Marron seems to want it to be Kim's fault. By the way who the hell is KIM?