A/N: This is the Part Two of "We'll Always Be Together." So, if you haven't
read the first part, go read it then review. Then come here ( hehe.
Landon stood, bouquet in hand, by a square of tossed dirt. Landon went over to the gravestone, brushing off the bit of dirt that had fallen on it. He read the stone, probably for the hundredth time. It read:
Jamie Elizabeth Sullivan Carter Born: December 19, 1984 Death: January 21, 2004 She was a wonderful wife, daughter, and mother.
Landon finger traced the letter "J" of Jamie. After a while, he bended down, laying the bouquet gently on the ground. "I love you," he whispered, choking. He swallowed. "Faith and Hope are doing well. I always tell them how much I love them and how much their mommy loves them." With that said, he kissed the top of the stone and stood up, glancing once more at his beloved.
He walked through the graveyard now, thinking of her. Her eyes, her hair, his proposal, her smile, their wedding day, the day Faith was born, the day Hope was born, and her death.
He was going to the clinic. He had packed his bags, and had gathered the bags that Jamie had packed for her children, and also and many bags of Jamie's things. He couldn't bear to throw them out. The girls were getting checked out of the hospital today, and Landon couldn't wait. He was going back to Beaufort so that his mother could help while he was getting chemotherapy. The doctor thought it was best. Landon argued that he could take care of them and him while undergoing chemotherapy. "You could take care of them and you, but not while doing chemo," he remembered the doctor saying. So, he was following the doctor's word and getting help from his mother.
His mother had agreed eagerly. She probably would adopt them if she could. Landon pulled up to the clinic with two car seats in the back. He looked back at them and smiled. He had two parts of Jamie.
He walked in and strode up to the front desk. "Mr. Carter, here to get Hope and Faith Carter." The nurse, reading the computer screen and seeing that his wife had just deceased, gave him a sad look. "I'm sure you know where it is, Mr. Carter. Or would you like me to take you?"
"I can go by myself," he replied. He had been here many times. The last time was right after Jamie died. He had decided to tell them Jamie died, even thought they couldn't understand.
Now, as he entered the nursery, the three nurses in there smiled at him. "Hi Landon," said Ally, the one closest to him. She was 22, and had short blonde hair and was very good friends with Landon at the time.
"Hello Ally, Janelle, Krista," he replied. He was a pretty close friend with Krista who was also 22. At first, he had felt timid being 19 and a father of two and a widower, but he had soon given that up.
"Good bye Landon!" cried out Janelle, and older woman, as she opened the door pushing a baby out with it. "So how are you?" asked Krista, changing a newborn's diaper.
"The happiest I have been in three weeks, 'cause I get to take these cuties home," he said, playing with Hope and Faith's fingers. He picked up Hope in one arm and Faith in the other.
"Well, I want to get going. We're going on our first road trip to Beaufort."
"Oh yay," said Ally, "You told us you were going there. So your mom can help, right?" Landon nodded and adjusted Faith's position. He was going to have to buy a stroller, and soon. "Well, be sure to call me," he said, walking toward the door.
"Will do," said Krista and Ally at the same time. "Bye." Landon walked out the door with two month-old babies dressed for a blizzard. Landon walked out into the blistering cold; glad he had left the van's heat on. He went to the back door, opening it and sitting each child in its place. He buckled them in securely and went to the driver seat. As he adjusted his mirror, he told Faith and Hope, "Time for a road trip."
Landon stood, bouquet in hand, by a square of tossed dirt. Landon went over to the gravestone, brushing off the bit of dirt that had fallen on it. He read the stone, probably for the hundredth time. It read:
Jamie Elizabeth Sullivan Carter Born: December 19, 1984 Death: January 21, 2004 She was a wonderful wife, daughter, and mother.
Landon finger traced the letter "J" of Jamie. After a while, he bended down, laying the bouquet gently on the ground. "I love you," he whispered, choking. He swallowed. "Faith and Hope are doing well. I always tell them how much I love them and how much their mommy loves them." With that said, he kissed the top of the stone and stood up, glancing once more at his beloved.
He walked through the graveyard now, thinking of her. Her eyes, her hair, his proposal, her smile, their wedding day, the day Faith was born, the day Hope was born, and her death.
He was going to the clinic. He had packed his bags, and had gathered the bags that Jamie had packed for her children, and also and many bags of Jamie's things. He couldn't bear to throw them out. The girls were getting checked out of the hospital today, and Landon couldn't wait. He was going back to Beaufort so that his mother could help while he was getting chemotherapy. The doctor thought it was best. Landon argued that he could take care of them and him while undergoing chemotherapy. "You could take care of them and you, but not while doing chemo," he remembered the doctor saying. So, he was following the doctor's word and getting help from his mother.
His mother had agreed eagerly. She probably would adopt them if she could. Landon pulled up to the clinic with two car seats in the back. He looked back at them and smiled. He had two parts of Jamie.
He walked in and strode up to the front desk. "Mr. Carter, here to get Hope and Faith Carter." The nurse, reading the computer screen and seeing that his wife had just deceased, gave him a sad look. "I'm sure you know where it is, Mr. Carter. Or would you like me to take you?"
"I can go by myself," he replied. He had been here many times. The last time was right after Jamie died. He had decided to tell them Jamie died, even thought they couldn't understand.
Now, as he entered the nursery, the three nurses in there smiled at him. "Hi Landon," said Ally, the one closest to him. She was 22, and had short blonde hair and was very good friends with Landon at the time.
"Hello Ally, Janelle, Krista," he replied. He was a pretty close friend with Krista who was also 22. At first, he had felt timid being 19 and a father of two and a widower, but he had soon given that up.
"Good bye Landon!" cried out Janelle, and older woman, as she opened the door pushing a baby out with it. "So how are you?" asked Krista, changing a newborn's diaper.
"The happiest I have been in three weeks, 'cause I get to take these cuties home," he said, playing with Hope and Faith's fingers. He picked up Hope in one arm and Faith in the other.
"Well, I want to get going. We're going on our first road trip to Beaufort."
"Oh yay," said Ally, "You told us you were going there. So your mom can help, right?" Landon nodded and adjusted Faith's position. He was going to have to buy a stroller, and soon. "Well, be sure to call me," he said, walking toward the door.
"Will do," said Krista and Ally at the same time. "Bye." Landon walked out the door with two month-old babies dressed for a blizzard. Landon walked out into the blistering cold; glad he had left the van's heat on. He went to the back door, opening it and sitting each child in its place. He buckled them in securely and went to the driver seat. As he adjusted his mirror, he told Faith and Hope, "Time for a road trip."
