Chapter Ten

The Delivery Man

Ruthie awoke the next morning and for a minute forgot all that had transpired the day before. She had to push back tears when it all came crashing back, the night at the party, the real kiss, the woman in Martin's lap, the fall, and the pregnancy. Looking at her hands, Ruthie began to pull at the hospital bracelet that had begun to bug her. She still didn't know what she was going to do and it scared the hell out her.

Martin wasn't sure if what he was doing was going to be enough to fix what Ruthie thought she'd saw. He didn't know if flowers were going to work but he hoped and prayed.

"Do you want to write your own note or have it typed." the florist asked him smiling.

"What do you suggest?" he asked.

"Well typed is more professional and hand written is more personal." she said, "So it depends on what they are for and who they are for. So who are they for and for what?"

"They're for the girl I'm in love with and it's for an apology...kind of." Martin replied, he never told anyone about his private life but it didn't seem to matter if she wasn't in his personal life.

"Then written without a doubt." the woman said handing him a pretty little note card and pen. Martin looked down at the note card before him, unsure as to what to say. The woman must have sensed this because she smiled and said, "Write what's in your heart. It works every time."

Martin sighed and picked up the pen and wrote the only words that could come to his mind. He prayed that this was all it would take.

Ruthie,

I love you and I'm sorry.

Love,

Martin

Ruthie looked up from the note and slipped it back into its envelope. She was so hurt and upset that he thought that flowers and a little note could make up for what he'd done. The flowers and note only seemed to make her more upset and hurt, if that was even possible. She put the envelope back into the banquet and handed the flowers back to the delivery man.

"Send them back." she said turning over in her hospital bed.

"We don't usually do that. This has never happened before…." he began.

"Well there is a first time for everything." Ruthie said not turning back to look at him, "Please just send them back."

"Are you sure?" he asked still unsure as to what to do. This had never happened to him after all.

"Yes, I'm sure." Ruthie replied, "Send them back."

"She won't take them." the delivery man told Martin. Martin sighed and sat down. He wasn't sure what his next step should be, he knew he had to do something though. He couldn't risk losing her.

"Might I make a suggestion?" the delivery man offered smiling.

"Sure, why not?"

"No offense but I'm guessing you did something really bad?" the delivery man asked.

"Kind of." Martin replied.

"Well then you need to something big." he said.

"Like what?" Martin asked.

"It will cost a bit." he said.

"What?" Martin asked again, "Just tell me."

Ruthie was asleep when a knock on her hospital room door awoke her from her slumber.

"Who is it?" she asked half asleep.

"Delivery for Miss Camden." the same delivery man called from the now open doorway. Ruthie groaned turning over to see a line of men holding flowers.

"What?" Ruthie questioned rubbing her eyes to see if she was seeing things. Before she could say anything men began to set vases of gardenias all around her hospital room. She grabbed a card out of the closets set of flowers.

Ruthie,

I'm really sorry. You don't know what you saw.

Love,

Martin

Ruthie crumbled the card and turned to the flower delivery man and gave him a look. The poor guy knew in that moment that his plan had failed and that Martin guy was going to kick his ass, he'd spent over three hundred dollars on flowers.

"Send them back." Ruthie said.

Note: He'll find out don't worry:)