They were going home. Not for a cheerful reason, mind you, but still
it was home. Landon couldn't wait to see his mother, but didn't voice it.
He didn't think that would be a good idea, since Jamie has still been her
sweet self most of the time, but pregnancy had made her moody at times.
"Turn here," said Jamie in a low tone. She hadn't sounded cheerful or even normal since the news. Landon turned off unto the road labeled "Beaufort." His mother had been kind enough to allow Jamie and himself to stay at the house a couple days. They pulled up and his mother, Cynthia, came running out.
"Landon! Jamie! Why, how big you are Jamie," her excited tone stopped there, "I'm so sorry about your father Jamie. It must be horrible." With that, Jamie began to cry. Landon whispered in her ear that she wouldn't have cried this hard in front of her, except the pregnancy.
Jamie stopped crying, and then looked over to see Landon whispering in his mother's ear. "What are you two whispering about, me?" she asked, then immediately started to cry softly. His mother and Landon exchanged glances. Landon told a little white lie so that she would stop crying.
"No, Jamie, no. I was just saying how sorry I was Mr. Sullivan, uh dad, died." She stopped crying.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Carter. I guess I was acting like a child," Jamie apologized.
"Oh, no worries dear! It's a hard time your going through, and all that Iwhile/I being pregnant, why, I just couldn't imagine!"
"Well, I have my faith to get me thro- Landon! I just thought of a name for our daughter, if it is a girl! Faith!" she smiled, a thing he had missed for days. He smiled back at her and gathered her in his arms.
"I can't wait until the sonogram when we get back!" said Landon excitedly. Immediately he turned somber, remembering the reason they were here. "Ow."
"Ow what? Does something hurt?" asked his mother, examining him.
"Yay right here," he said, pointing to his throat, "By the lymph nodes. And now that I think about it I kind of have a shortness of breath."
"Well," started Jamie, "We can have the doctor check you out when we get back. Maybe by then it will go away."
"Yay, maybe."
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Jamie and Landon stood next to a perfectly square hole. She wore a simple black dress, he a suit. She stood, teary eyed, leaning against Landon for support. Jamie looked up at the sky, hoping to have some sign of him. All she saw was a clear blue sky with a bit of snow falling. It was the 20th of December, almost Christmas, and she should have been in happy spirits. She thought of the time when she had been lying in the hospital bed and he had been there, and when he needed her she was not there.
But of course, it would have been impossible to be there. He had gone so quickly. She remembered when she was in the hospital bed, and they talked about the time she had wanted to fly. She wanted to laugh out loud, but suppressed it, it would be inappropriate to laugh at a funeral.
She must have not have hidden her laughter to well. Landon looked over, a concerned look in his eyes, then turned away and rubbed his neck. I "His neck must be really bothering him,"/I Jamie thought.
Then they both turned their attention to the minister, who was about to start the procession.
A/N Hehe I had a writers block then I came up with, uh, two chapters. I think. LOL. Anyways please review and much love!
"Turn here," said Jamie in a low tone. She hadn't sounded cheerful or even normal since the news. Landon turned off unto the road labeled "Beaufort." His mother had been kind enough to allow Jamie and himself to stay at the house a couple days. They pulled up and his mother, Cynthia, came running out.
"Landon! Jamie! Why, how big you are Jamie," her excited tone stopped there, "I'm so sorry about your father Jamie. It must be horrible." With that, Jamie began to cry. Landon whispered in her ear that she wouldn't have cried this hard in front of her, except the pregnancy.
Jamie stopped crying, and then looked over to see Landon whispering in his mother's ear. "What are you two whispering about, me?" she asked, then immediately started to cry softly. His mother and Landon exchanged glances. Landon told a little white lie so that she would stop crying.
"No, Jamie, no. I was just saying how sorry I was Mr. Sullivan, uh dad, died." She stopped crying.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Carter. I guess I was acting like a child," Jamie apologized.
"Oh, no worries dear! It's a hard time your going through, and all that Iwhile/I being pregnant, why, I just couldn't imagine!"
"Well, I have my faith to get me thro- Landon! I just thought of a name for our daughter, if it is a girl! Faith!" she smiled, a thing he had missed for days. He smiled back at her and gathered her in his arms.
"I can't wait until the sonogram when we get back!" said Landon excitedly. Immediately he turned somber, remembering the reason they were here. "Ow."
"Ow what? Does something hurt?" asked his mother, examining him.
"Yay right here," he said, pointing to his throat, "By the lymph nodes. And now that I think about it I kind of have a shortness of breath."
"Well," started Jamie, "We can have the doctor check you out when we get back. Maybe by then it will go away."
"Yay, maybe."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jamie and Landon stood next to a perfectly square hole. She wore a simple black dress, he a suit. She stood, teary eyed, leaning against Landon for support. Jamie looked up at the sky, hoping to have some sign of him. All she saw was a clear blue sky with a bit of snow falling. It was the 20th of December, almost Christmas, and she should have been in happy spirits. She thought of the time when she had been lying in the hospital bed and he had been there, and when he needed her she was not there.
But of course, it would have been impossible to be there. He had gone so quickly. She remembered when she was in the hospital bed, and they talked about the time she had wanted to fly. She wanted to laugh out loud, but suppressed it, it would be inappropriate to laugh at a funeral.
She must have not have hidden her laughter to well. Landon looked over, a concerned look in his eyes, then turned away and rubbed his neck. I "His neck must be really bothering him,"/I Jamie thought.
Then they both turned their attention to the minister, who was about to start the procession.
A/N Hehe I had a writers block then I came up with, uh, two chapters. I think. LOL. Anyways please review and much love!