Harvest of Friends
Adam Kendall
"Mary." Adam looked over to his wife, who was sitting beside him on the bed they shared. Mary did not respond at first, her eyes gazing into the emptiness of their bedroom. "Did you think about what I said earlier?"
"Yes, Adam. I did." Mary finally answered, trying to mask the sorrow she felt in her heart. "I'm sorry. I don't think I'm ready to have any more children right now. After what happened to our son...I'm not...I don't think I can be a good mother."
"Mary, don't say that." Adam sat up and reached out his hand to hold onto her's. Ever since he had regained his sight, Adam had a new enthusiastic outlook on life and his future with his wife. However, he also knew the wound from losing their son in the fire was still sore for both him and Mary. "It was an accident."
"I have to tell myself of that everyday, but there's always going to be a part of me that knows I didn't do all that I could have to save our son." Mary closed her eyes, pushing down the memory of the firing warming her face and destroying her world.
"Stop thinking like that, Mary. Look...I know that you're scared...with all that we've been through together. But please don't give up on the idea of having more children someday. I know deep inside you still want to be a mother."
"Someday, Adam." Mary cut him off, needing the discussion to end before she started to break down even further. "Just not today."
Adam nodded his head, wondering how many more times they would have this conversation. For how much longer would he need to tell Mary the tragedy was nobody's fault? "Alright. Goodnight, Mary. I love you."