Chapter Eleven
Bif Naked "Lucky"
Alison looked around the broken remains of the pueblo Jack and Chris had been staying at as she began to pick things up. While she'd tried her hardest to make things right, nothing would begin to replace the way Jack had filled her heart, her mind with so much love and now as she remained alone, she realized that she wouldn't be able to move on past this moment in time. She sank back into the bedroom wanting to lose herself on the mattress, lost beneath the blankets waiting for Jack to return to her life, only the saddest part of all was that he wouldn't be returning. He was in another place and she was left with nothing more than a memory to keep her warm.
"Oh Jack, why did it have to be this way," she cried out her heart aching as she looked to the window noting the breeze was blowing into the bedroom causing the white curtains to dance like phantoms as she rose from the bed feeling herself drawn to the soft melody the winds produced. Crying out to her like a siren's song, Alison felt herself drawn to the patio as she held Jack's shirt in her arms. Feeling a chill come over her as she made her way towards the window she slipped his shirt on over her body keeping him as close to her as possible as she looked up into the sky thinking about the love she'd lost in such a short time. How fate had played a number on the both of them, she thought to herself as the tears fell down her face in a thin line of warmth reminding her that she was still alive, still forced to go on without the one man who'd touched her heart so completely.
it was a Monday, when my lover told me,
"never pay the reaper with love only."
what could I say to you, except, "I love you."
and "I'd give my life for yours."
I know we are: we are the lucky ones.
I know we are: we are the lucky ones.
I know we are: we are the lucky ones, dear.
"Chris," Eve spoke out to him as she touched his shoulder finding him still seated in Juliana's nursery watching his daughter intently. It had been a short time since they'd left the hospital and yet he hadn't made a move once they'd returned to her home. He was so lost, in such agony over losing Jack and as Eve had watched him, she could see a darkness cloud over him. Wanting nothing more than to help him, to ease him through this tragic moment, she squeezed his shoulder hoping she could reach beyond his despair.
"She's so beautiful, isn't she?" Chris questioned in a soft, hollow tone as he remained frozen in place.
"Indeed," Eve nodded, "she takes after you in so many ways. She's really something magical when you think about it."
"How did I get lucky enough to have all of this? How was I the one to finally have it all when my brother lost everything?" he questioned tears building behind his eyes as Eve stepped around him making her way to the front of the chair. She knelt before him cupping his face in her hands as her own tears surfaced from watching him try to go through this pain alone.
"Chris, Jack would want you to be happy, to realize that this wasn't about who did what right or wrong in their lives," Eve offered up gently, "he knew what a good man you were just like I knew it and we both hated that you couldn't see it. Jack loved you. He saw you for the man you could be, for the big brother he knew and loved as a child and I see you as a man with a good heart," she touched his face gently, "you've always had such a kindness about you, a love deep within you that you tried to hide from the world, but Jack saw it. I see it now and Juliana sees it as well."
"She hardly knows me, Eve," Chris sighed unable to escape the tears that fell from his eyes.
"She knows you're her daddy and she loves you very much," Eve leaned forward kissing the salty tear from his cheek, "just like I love you," she whispered pressing another kiss just beneath his earlobe as his hands moved over her shoulder squeezing them. She turned her eyes towards his saying nothing as he stilled her looking down deep into her as she remained before him.
"Eve," Chris finally broke the silence as he released her shoulders bringing his palm up over her face touching her smooth skin gently as his heart ached in so many ways, "I'm just so lost right now. I feel so empty...."
"Let me help you find your way home," Eve pleaded with him as she leaned into his touch, "let me help you."
"I want that," Chris admitted painfully as he pulled her into his lap wrapping his arms around her, "I want you to help me through this."
She cupped his face in her hands as he held her, "Chris, I love you. I love you so very much," She admitted honestly kissing him again and again, "I'll always love you and I'll always be here for you."
"So much has happened," he whispered hoarsely as he pressed his forehead to hers feeling the warmth of her radiating through him, "there are so many things I've done terribly wrong, so many mistakes...."
"But if you look at that little girl sleeping in her crib over there Ramsey, you'll see the one thing you did very right," Eve cupped his face in her hands as she placed feathery light kisses over his features, moving her lips from his forehead to his cheekbone, over his closed eyelids back to capture his lips once more in an emotional kiss, "Juliana is proof that none of that matters anymore."
"Eve, we were so drunk that night," Chris admitted painfully, "the only reason I found the courage to ask you to be with me was because I thought you'd be too far gone to refuse me or read anything more into it. I was trying to protect myself from rejection by using the martinis."
"Chris, you were just facing the inevitable," Eve insisted shaking her head, "you knew how right we were together and when you opened my eyes to what we could have between us, I knew that somehow, someway everything between us would work out for the best."
"Eve, you're just saying that because you're trying to distract me, to make me feel better about things now that my brother is gone," he sighed as he met her eyes once more.
"No, that's not it at all," she shook her head, "Ramsey, would you take a good, hard look at our little girl? She's everything I could've ever hoped for, everything I'd wanted and you're the one who gave her to me. Can't you see that if it wasn't for you, if it wasn't for that night we had together, then none of this could've been? We wouldn't have Juliana and we wouldn't have one another," Eve finished seeing how lost he looked, "Chris Ramsey, I love you. I love you so very much and I want more than anything to show you just how much you mean to me, how much I need you and want you..."
"Oh Eve," Chris finally broke down holding her closer as the pain flowed through him, "it's just knowing that Jack is gone...."
"I know," Eve kissed the top of his head feeling at a loss as a tiny voice interrupted the moment and she felt Chris slowly pull away from her.
"Mama," Juliana blinked at Eve and Chris from her crib as she stood near the edge holding the railing with her tiny fingers, "mama? Dada?"
"I didn't mean to wake her," Chris began as Eve shifted on his lap.
"No, no Chris, I don't think you woke her," Eve shook her head as she moved off of his lap to go get Juliana. Stopping herself mid-movement, she turned back to Chris reaching for his hand, "come on. I think it's time you do this."
"Eve," Chris began reluctantly taking her hand as he followed her to Juliana's crib where Juliana waited to be picked up. She looked between the two of her parents as if contemplating what she should do before she moved over towards the side of the crib Chris was on and she extended her arms out to him.
"Dada, up please," she smiled at him so innocently and inviting as Chris looked to Eve for a moment.
"You heard the lady," Eve offered up placing her hand on his back as Chris reached out to Juliana bringing her into his arms as his heart filled with love for the innocent little one before him.
"Thank you," Juliana reached out to him touching his face as her wide brown eyes looked up to him with such love and adoration that Chris found himself suddenly remembering what it was that made life worth living.
"Hey sweetie," Chris smiled as Juliana hugged him almost instantly and he looked to Eve realizing that there was no greater joy than holding his daughter in his arms.
"Love you dada," Juliana offered up filling him with a warmth that had seemingly slipped away from him.
"I love you too beautiful," he kissed her tiny head gingerly, "I love you so very much."
"We all love you," Eve embraced the two of them keeping the closeness between them as the moment hung over them.
The first time we made love, i: I wasn't sober.
(and you told me you loved me over and over!)
how could I ever love another, when I miss you every day:
"Please just leave me alone," Livvie begged as the nurse tried once again to inject her with the medication, "please I don't want any drugs. I'm pregnant and I can't let you hurt my baby."
"You should of thought about that before you shot a man missy," the nurse snapped at her as she once again tried to inject Livvie.
"No, no drugs," Livvie shoved the woman away from her as the door to the room opened and Rafe stepped in.
"Get your hands off of my wife," he snapped at the nurse surprising both her and Livvie as they both looked to him.
"Excuse me," the nurse blinked back at him in surprise.
"I said get your hands off of my wife," Rafe stepped in closer to Livvie's bed, "I didn't think I needed to repeat myself."
"I'm sorry, but I have specific orders," the nurse began.
"My wife is pregnant and she doesn't need you upsetting her," Rafe answered firmly as Livvie looked up at him finding herself at a loss, "now I can assure you she's in good hands with me. We'll be fine and the drugs are really unnecessary."
"But I have orders that..."
"If the doctor has a problem with it," Rafe stood next to Livvie's bedside protectively, "then he can come in here and speak with me. I won't let you give her that."
"Fine," the nurse replied reluctantly before leaving the room with obvious irritation.
Livvie watched as she left and after she'd slipped out of the room, her eyes were drawn back to Rafe, the confusion coming to the surface as she found herself at a loss. Finally bringing herself to speak she asked, "Why did you just do that?"
"Because it's the truth," Rafe answered flatly, "you are my wife and you're pregnant."
"Does that mean......does that mean you've forgiven me?" Livvie blinked back at him, "Even after the horrible things I've done to you and Alison, are you saying...."
"What I'm saying," he interrupted, "is that while you did to a great many things Livvie, the fact remains that you need a friend right now, someone to help you through these times and I'm not going to abandon you."
"So you plan on staying married to me?" Livvie questioned in confusion.
"I didn't say just that," Rafe took a seat beside her as he reached for her hand, "but what I do see here is that you need someone to help you and I'd like to be that someone in your life."
"But why? Rafe, why would you want to do that after knowing how I lied to you, about how I tried to hurt you and Alison," Livvie's eyes began to form tears as she thought of the last twenty four hours, "after I shot Jack."
"Livvie, more than anything you need to find forgiveness in your life," Rafe confessed as he squeezed her hand gently, "but that starts with you. You need to stop hating yourself so much and maybe just maybe then you'll find that the other mistakes you've made can be repaired."
"But I killed Jack," Livvie blurted out, "that's what they've been telling me around here...that I murdered the man I once loved because I was so hateful towards Alison."
"Well forget what they tell you Livvie," Rafe offered up after a long sigh, "some mistakes can't be undone, but others, well in time you can keep working on them. So what do you say, friend?"
"I say I don't deserve your friendship," Livvie sighed squeezing his hand in response, "but I'm glad I have it. Thank you Rafe."
Remember the time we made love in the roses?
(and you took my picture in all sorts of poses!)
how could I ever get over you, when I'd give my life for yours.
I know we are... we are the lucky ones.
I know we are... we are the lucky ones.
I know we are... we are the lucky ones.
I know we are: we are the lucky ones, dear.
Alison looked out into the beautiful Bermuda scenery but nothing could replace the feeling that she had deep in her heart as she held onto the railing on the outer edge of the patio. Somehow in being alone in this place, she felt like a small child again, lost in those times when her parents had left her for months on end. She'd spent so much of her life alone, but then she'd found a real friendship with Jamal, Jack and Livvie, but now that was gone. All of it was over as she realized that the one of the purest loves she'd had in her life had was gone. Somehow in that one fateful moment her life was turned around in a tragic way.
The winds picked up whipping around Alison as she hugged her arms to her chest wanting nothing more than to slip away into the ocean, to fly away to whatever place Jack had drifted off to, if only for the change to be lost in his arms again. Slowly sinking into her fantasy of having him in her life, she closed her eyes thinking about the short time they'd spent together lost in their love.
"Oh Jack, I miss you so much," She cried out feeling a tear slip past when suddenly a pair of warm arms slipped around her slender frame, 'I can almost feel you here with me."
"I am here with you, Alison," his voice echoed in her head feeling so real as the tears burst from deep within her.
"Jack..." she cried as she felt the hold on her constrict.
"Please don't cry, Alison," Jack urged as her eyes opened and she found him standing beside her, holding her in his arms. He touched her face gently wiping at her tears.
"Jack," she gasped as she reached out to him feeling him alive within her touch. She placed her hand over his chest where he'd once bled now finding his heartbeat strong and alive, "Oh Jack."
"Alison," he kissed her tenderly wiping at her tears as he held onto her wanting nothing more than to lose himself in the love she had for him.
As they parted, Alison looked up at him with questioning eyes, "But how? How? I saw you before. When Livvie shot you....."
"I don't know," he answered honestly as she held him tighter, "I remember the struggle, the fear that I had about losing you, about how much it would destroy me if you were hurt and then there was darkness. There was this sudden darkness surrounding me, but all the while all I could think about, all I could focus on was you, on holding you and keeping you with me. Even after the darkness turned to light, all I could hear was your voice calling out to me, asking me to hold on and then suddenly when I woke up in the hospital I scared the hell out of a nurse and then I was here at the pueblo and you were out here."
"Jack, you were dead," Alison blurted out, "I held you in the hospital, begged you to come back to me, to be with me, but you were so hurt," she reached for his shirt tugging on it to reveal his bare chest to her.
"Alison," he felt the tickle of her fingers over his skin as he let out a tiny laugh, "Alison hey watch it."
"Jack, where is the bullet hole?" Alison blinked back, "it's gone. There's nothing here," she pressed her palm over his chest, "not any trace of a scratch or a mark."
"Alison, I don't know what happened, but I remember this feeling that I had to get back to you, that I had to be with you," Jack confessed as he touched her face, "I needed you to know how much I love you."
"Oh Jack," Alison cried out realizing a great miracle had fallen upon the two of them, "I love you," she hugged him tighter tears of joy pulsing through her as she kept him close to her vowing never to let go of him ever again.
my dear, It's time to say I thank god for you.
I thank god for you in each and every single way.
and, I know... I know.. I know.. I know...
it's time to let you know. time to let you know.
time to let you know. time to sit here and say:
I know we are... we are the lucky ones.
I know we are... we are the lucky ones.
I know we are... we are the lucky ones.
I know we are: we are the lucky ones, dear.
we are the lucky ones, dear...
Bif Naked "Lucky"
Alison looked around the broken remains of the pueblo Jack and Chris had been staying at as she began to pick things up. While she'd tried her hardest to make things right, nothing would begin to replace the way Jack had filled her heart, her mind with so much love and now as she remained alone, she realized that she wouldn't be able to move on past this moment in time. She sank back into the bedroom wanting to lose herself on the mattress, lost beneath the blankets waiting for Jack to return to her life, only the saddest part of all was that he wouldn't be returning. He was in another place and she was left with nothing more than a memory to keep her warm.
"Oh Jack, why did it have to be this way," she cried out her heart aching as she looked to the window noting the breeze was blowing into the bedroom causing the white curtains to dance like phantoms as she rose from the bed feeling herself drawn to the soft melody the winds produced. Crying out to her like a siren's song, Alison felt herself drawn to the patio as she held Jack's shirt in her arms. Feeling a chill come over her as she made her way towards the window she slipped his shirt on over her body keeping him as close to her as possible as she looked up into the sky thinking about the love she'd lost in such a short time. How fate had played a number on the both of them, she thought to herself as the tears fell down her face in a thin line of warmth reminding her that she was still alive, still forced to go on without the one man who'd touched her heart so completely.
it was a Monday, when my lover told me,
"never pay the reaper with love only."
what could I say to you, except, "I love you."
and "I'd give my life for yours."
I know we are: we are the lucky ones.
I know we are: we are the lucky ones.
I know we are: we are the lucky ones, dear.
"Chris," Eve spoke out to him as she touched his shoulder finding him still seated in Juliana's nursery watching his daughter intently. It had been a short time since they'd left the hospital and yet he hadn't made a move once they'd returned to her home. He was so lost, in such agony over losing Jack and as Eve had watched him, she could see a darkness cloud over him. Wanting nothing more than to help him, to ease him through this tragic moment, she squeezed his shoulder hoping she could reach beyond his despair.
"She's so beautiful, isn't she?" Chris questioned in a soft, hollow tone as he remained frozen in place.
"Indeed," Eve nodded, "she takes after you in so many ways. She's really something magical when you think about it."
"How did I get lucky enough to have all of this? How was I the one to finally have it all when my brother lost everything?" he questioned tears building behind his eyes as Eve stepped around him making her way to the front of the chair. She knelt before him cupping his face in her hands as her own tears surfaced from watching him try to go through this pain alone.
"Chris, Jack would want you to be happy, to realize that this wasn't about who did what right or wrong in their lives," Eve offered up gently, "he knew what a good man you were just like I knew it and we both hated that you couldn't see it. Jack loved you. He saw you for the man you could be, for the big brother he knew and loved as a child and I see you as a man with a good heart," she touched his face gently, "you've always had such a kindness about you, a love deep within you that you tried to hide from the world, but Jack saw it. I see it now and Juliana sees it as well."
"She hardly knows me, Eve," Chris sighed unable to escape the tears that fell from his eyes.
"She knows you're her daddy and she loves you very much," Eve leaned forward kissing the salty tear from his cheek, "just like I love you," she whispered pressing another kiss just beneath his earlobe as his hands moved over her shoulder squeezing them. She turned her eyes towards his saying nothing as he stilled her looking down deep into her as she remained before him.
"Eve," Chris finally broke the silence as he released her shoulders bringing his palm up over her face touching her smooth skin gently as his heart ached in so many ways, "I'm just so lost right now. I feel so empty...."
"Let me help you find your way home," Eve pleaded with him as she leaned into his touch, "let me help you."
"I want that," Chris admitted painfully as he pulled her into his lap wrapping his arms around her, "I want you to help me through this."
She cupped his face in her hands as he held her, "Chris, I love you. I love you so very much," She admitted honestly kissing him again and again, "I'll always love you and I'll always be here for you."
"So much has happened," he whispered hoarsely as he pressed his forehead to hers feeling the warmth of her radiating through him, "there are so many things I've done terribly wrong, so many mistakes...."
"But if you look at that little girl sleeping in her crib over there Ramsey, you'll see the one thing you did very right," Eve cupped his face in her hands as she placed feathery light kisses over his features, moving her lips from his forehead to his cheekbone, over his closed eyelids back to capture his lips once more in an emotional kiss, "Juliana is proof that none of that matters anymore."
"Eve, we were so drunk that night," Chris admitted painfully, "the only reason I found the courage to ask you to be with me was because I thought you'd be too far gone to refuse me or read anything more into it. I was trying to protect myself from rejection by using the martinis."
"Chris, you were just facing the inevitable," Eve insisted shaking her head, "you knew how right we were together and when you opened my eyes to what we could have between us, I knew that somehow, someway everything between us would work out for the best."
"Eve, you're just saying that because you're trying to distract me, to make me feel better about things now that my brother is gone," he sighed as he met her eyes once more.
"No, that's not it at all," she shook her head, "Ramsey, would you take a good, hard look at our little girl? She's everything I could've ever hoped for, everything I'd wanted and you're the one who gave her to me. Can't you see that if it wasn't for you, if it wasn't for that night we had together, then none of this could've been? We wouldn't have Juliana and we wouldn't have one another," Eve finished seeing how lost he looked, "Chris Ramsey, I love you. I love you so very much and I want more than anything to show you just how much you mean to me, how much I need you and want you..."
"Oh Eve," Chris finally broke down holding her closer as the pain flowed through him, "it's just knowing that Jack is gone...."
"I know," Eve kissed the top of his head feeling at a loss as a tiny voice interrupted the moment and she felt Chris slowly pull away from her.
"Mama," Juliana blinked at Eve and Chris from her crib as she stood near the edge holding the railing with her tiny fingers, "mama? Dada?"
"I didn't mean to wake her," Chris began as Eve shifted on his lap.
"No, no Chris, I don't think you woke her," Eve shook her head as she moved off of his lap to go get Juliana. Stopping herself mid-movement, she turned back to Chris reaching for his hand, "come on. I think it's time you do this."
"Eve," Chris began reluctantly taking her hand as he followed her to Juliana's crib where Juliana waited to be picked up. She looked between the two of her parents as if contemplating what she should do before she moved over towards the side of the crib Chris was on and she extended her arms out to him.
"Dada, up please," she smiled at him so innocently and inviting as Chris looked to Eve for a moment.
"You heard the lady," Eve offered up placing her hand on his back as Chris reached out to Juliana bringing her into his arms as his heart filled with love for the innocent little one before him.
"Thank you," Juliana reached out to him touching his face as her wide brown eyes looked up to him with such love and adoration that Chris found himself suddenly remembering what it was that made life worth living.
"Hey sweetie," Chris smiled as Juliana hugged him almost instantly and he looked to Eve realizing that there was no greater joy than holding his daughter in his arms.
"Love you dada," Juliana offered up filling him with a warmth that had seemingly slipped away from him.
"I love you too beautiful," he kissed her tiny head gingerly, "I love you so very much."
"We all love you," Eve embraced the two of them keeping the closeness between them as the moment hung over them.
The first time we made love, i: I wasn't sober.
(and you told me you loved me over and over!)
how could I ever love another, when I miss you every day:
"Please just leave me alone," Livvie begged as the nurse tried once again to inject her with the medication, "please I don't want any drugs. I'm pregnant and I can't let you hurt my baby."
"You should of thought about that before you shot a man missy," the nurse snapped at her as she once again tried to inject Livvie.
"No, no drugs," Livvie shoved the woman away from her as the door to the room opened and Rafe stepped in.
"Get your hands off of my wife," he snapped at the nurse surprising both her and Livvie as they both looked to him.
"Excuse me," the nurse blinked back at him in surprise.
"I said get your hands off of my wife," Rafe stepped in closer to Livvie's bed, "I didn't think I needed to repeat myself."
"I'm sorry, but I have specific orders," the nurse began.
"My wife is pregnant and she doesn't need you upsetting her," Rafe answered firmly as Livvie looked up at him finding herself at a loss, "now I can assure you she's in good hands with me. We'll be fine and the drugs are really unnecessary."
"But I have orders that..."
"If the doctor has a problem with it," Rafe stood next to Livvie's bedside protectively, "then he can come in here and speak with me. I won't let you give her that."
"Fine," the nurse replied reluctantly before leaving the room with obvious irritation.
Livvie watched as she left and after she'd slipped out of the room, her eyes were drawn back to Rafe, the confusion coming to the surface as she found herself at a loss. Finally bringing herself to speak she asked, "Why did you just do that?"
"Because it's the truth," Rafe answered flatly, "you are my wife and you're pregnant."
"Does that mean......does that mean you've forgiven me?" Livvie blinked back at him, "Even after the horrible things I've done to you and Alison, are you saying...."
"What I'm saying," he interrupted, "is that while you did to a great many things Livvie, the fact remains that you need a friend right now, someone to help you through these times and I'm not going to abandon you."
"So you plan on staying married to me?" Livvie questioned in confusion.
"I didn't say just that," Rafe took a seat beside her as he reached for her hand, "but what I do see here is that you need someone to help you and I'd like to be that someone in your life."
"But why? Rafe, why would you want to do that after knowing how I lied to you, about how I tried to hurt you and Alison," Livvie's eyes began to form tears as she thought of the last twenty four hours, "after I shot Jack."
"Livvie, more than anything you need to find forgiveness in your life," Rafe confessed as he squeezed her hand gently, "but that starts with you. You need to stop hating yourself so much and maybe just maybe then you'll find that the other mistakes you've made can be repaired."
"But I killed Jack," Livvie blurted out, "that's what they've been telling me around here...that I murdered the man I once loved because I was so hateful towards Alison."
"Well forget what they tell you Livvie," Rafe offered up after a long sigh, "some mistakes can't be undone, but others, well in time you can keep working on them. So what do you say, friend?"
"I say I don't deserve your friendship," Livvie sighed squeezing his hand in response, "but I'm glad I have it. Thank you Rafe."
Remember the time we made love in the roses?
(and you took my picture in all sorts of poses!)
how could I ever get over you, when I'd give my life for yours.
I know we are... we are the lucky ones.
I know we are... we are the lucky ones.
I know we are... we are the lucky ones.
I know we are: we are the lucky ones, dear.
Alison looked out into the beautiful Bermuda scenery but nothing could replace the feeling that she had deep in her heart as she held onto the railing on the outer edge of the patio. Somehow in being alone in this place, she felt like a small child again, lost in those times when her parents had left her for months on end. She'd spent so much of her life alone, but then she'd found a real friendship with Jamal, Jack and Livvie, but now that was gone. All of it was over as she realized that the one of the purest loves she'd had in her life had was gone. Somehow in that one fateful moment her life was turned around in a tragic way.
The winds picked up whipping around Alison as she hugged her arms to her chest wanting nothing more than to slip away into the ocean, to fly away to whatever place Jack had drifted off to, if only for the change to be lost in his arms again. Slowly sinking into her fantasy of having him in her life, she closed her eyes thinking about the short time they'd spent together lost in their love.
"Oh Jack, I miss you so much," She cried out feeling a tear slip past when suddenly a pair of warm arms slipped around her slender frame, 'I can almost feel you here with me."
"I am here with you, Alison," his voice echoed in her head feeling so real as the tears burst from deep within her.
"Jack..." she cried as she felt the hold on her constrict.
"Please don't cry, Alison," Jack urged as her eyes opened and she found him standing beside her, holding her in his arms. He touched her face gently wiping at her tears.
"Jack," she gasped as she reached out to him feeling him alive within her touch. She placed her hand over his chest where he'd once bled now finding his heartbeat strong and alive, "Oh Jack."
"Alison," he kissed her tenderly wiping at her tears as he held onto her wanting nothing more than to lose himself in the love she had for him.
As they parted, Alison looked up at him with questioning eyes, "But how? How? I saw you before. When Livvie shot you....."
"I don't know," he answered honestly as she held him tighter, "I remember the struggle, the fear that I had about losing you, about how much it would destroy me if you were hurt and then there was darkness. There was this sudden darkness surrounding me, but all the while all I could think about, all I could focus on was you, on holding you and keeping you with me. Even after the darkness turned to light, all I could hear was your voice calling out to me, asking me to hold on and then suddenly when I woke up in the hospital I scared the hell out of a nurse and then I was here at the pueblo and you were out here."
"Jack, you were dead," Alison blurted out, "I held you in the hospital, begged you to come back to me, to be with me, but you were so hurt," she reached for his shirt tugging on it to reveal his bare chest to her.
"Alison," he felt the tickle of her fingers over his skin as he let out a tiny laugh, "Alison hey watch it."
"Jack, where is the bullet hole?" Alison blinked back, "it's gone. There's nothing here," she pressed her palm over his chest, "not any trace of a scratch or a mark."
"Alison, I don't know what happened, but I remember this feeling that I had to get back to you, that I had to be with you," Jack confessed as he touched her face, "I needed you to know how much I love you."
"Oh Jack," Alison cried out realizing a great miracle had fallen upon the two of them, "I love you," she hugged him tighter tears of joy pulsing through her as she kept him close to her vowing never to let go of him ever again.
my dear, It's time to say I thank god for you.
I thank god for you in each and every single way.
and, I know... I know.. I know.. I know...
it's time to let you know. time to let you know.
time to let you know. time to sit here and say:
I know we are... we are the lucky ones.
I know we are... we are the lucky ones.
I know we are... we are the lucky ones.
I know we are: we are the lucky ones, dear.
we are the lucky ones, dear...