Short chapter, so I'll post two, but this one is a little sad. Well, it's what everyone's been dreading, I guess.
Nic woke up at 5:15 that morning and looked out the balcony door. It was still dark but she could see that it was raining, which very much fit her mood.
"Hey," Spiederman yawned, sitting up next to her. "You gonna take a shower?"
"Yeah," she answered sleepily, getting out of bed to stumble to the bathroom. "We'll leave around 6:00 or so, okay?"
He nodded and got up. "Cool. I'm gonna go make some coffee."
After her shower, Nic put on a comfortable pair of Blue Cult jeans, a fitted, white t-shirt, and red flip-flops. She put her hair into a side ponytail and applied subtle make-up.
"You ready?" Spiederman asked 45 minutes later, sticking his head into the bathroom.
"No," she admitted, taking a deep breath. "But we gotta go."
Their ride to the train station in his Jeep was quiet. She was too nervous to talk and he was afraid he'd say something that would make her stay against her wishes.
"So, this is it," he breathed as they stood at her platform, watching her luggage be loaded. "I think I can honestly say this is the worst day of my life."
"Worse than when I left the first time?" she mumbled as rain poured down around them.
"Much," he confirmed. "Because this time, I actually have to witness you leaving."
Nic started sobbing. "I don't want to do this. I don't want Monica to be pregnant. I don't want to have left two years ago cause then this never would be happening."
"Don't," he told her, pulling her shivering body into his arms. "Nic, I know you, much like Jude, don't believe in fate or destiny, but I do and I think this is all happening for a reason. If we're meant to be together, which I'm completely sure that we are, we will be. This is just a speed bump on that road."
Nic held her head against his chest, trying to control her tears. "I love you, Vincent."
"I love you, Nicole," he replied, now unable to hold back his own tears. "Even more than I love The Ramones."
She laughed and pulled away from him. "That's a lot of lovin' then, huh?"
"You know it," he joked, kissing her softly. "I guess that annoying whistle means you gotta board now, doesn't it?"
"I think so," she confirmed sadly. "Umm, just in case you're wrong, and things end like this, good luck, Spied," she mumbled. "With everything, you know. You're gonna be a great dad to that baby." And with that, she turned around and boarded the train that would take her away from the love her life all over again.