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He had been missing for seven months. The mission, simple and easy, had gone horribly wrong and his plane had went down in unfriendly territory. It had been a routine flight, she had been told to. How wrong they had been.
She blamed him. As unfair as it was, she blamed him for that. She hated him for that. He never had to been up in that plane. But he loved flying. How could she have had asked him not to go? It had been only a routine flight. And he had promised to come back for her, and the baby.
But he never came back.
She was put in the helicopter later that night. Strong arms of the flight crew pulling her up, strapping her in her seat. She had no memory of the flight back home.
She had not cried. Not until weeks later when she was curled in her bed, alone, and finally understanding, accepting that he might not come home. Ever. She had cried heart breaking, desperately, until she had no more tears left, and she had fallen into a nightmare filled sleep.
It had taken a long time for those who loved her, cared for her, to convince her to go to California to be with Trish and Frank. There she would be taken care of.
She had been lost, crushed without him. She was getting better, stronger, day-by-day. But the sad look on her eyes was still there. And every morning before the sun was up, she would walk down to the beach to be alone, to be with him.
She was alone. The baby inside of her all she had left from him. Hours she spent down on the beach, ignorant of the worried eyes that followed her from the house; Trish Burnett would never stop worrying.
The sound of the ocean was calming, comforting. She let herself travel back in her memories, feeling alive only there when she was back with him.
It had started out simply, as it should have been from the beginning. Years they had loved each other, but let everything to be on the way. Excuses. It hadn´t been easy to them, those years of being apart.
That day, over a year ago, it was raining. The raindrops tapping against the windows, the thunder raging outside. And she found herself standing behind his door, and lift her hand to knock.
Inside he had asked, almost ordered her much to her amusement, into the warm shower, and shaking with the cold, her clothes wet from the rain, she had agreed. And now she was sitting on his couch, wearing his clothes that were too big for her, but warm, comfortable, and most of all they were his.
He sat next to her, his eyes dark with worry. "What are you doing here?" He asked, regretting the chosen words as soon as they left his lips. "I mean, why you are here all wet and cold?"
She placed the steaming mug of tea on the coffee table. She knew she should say the words, just go ahead and say them.
"I love you." The words had come from him. "That´s why you are here, to tell me that."
She blushed softly, nodding her head. "Yes."
He cupped her face with his hands. "I already know that Sarah. I have always known."
She nodded again. Of course he knew. She knew he loved her too.
"I also came to tell you that I want you in my life. I won´t accept excuses of not being ready, not being able to let go. Not anymore, Harm. I love you too much to wait any longer. We deserve this." She told him.
And it was then when he kissed her. His lips crashing against her into a passionate kiss. And she kissed him back, with the same passion. Her hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him down on the couch with her.
"You sure?" He pulled away to ask this, and she nodded. She was sure.
After that night, her life had changed. And only for better. Loving him, and being loved by him was everything, and more, than she had ever dreamt of. She knew she could not be happier. That he was the one for her. Always had been.
And he could only wonder why they had hidden behind all the excuses before.
She had been wrong, though. Thinking she could not be happier, that she had been wrong. Months later she had realized she was pregnant. And he couldn´t wipe the silly grin from his face. And then he got the worried look on his face every time she felt sick, or left for work, or did anything at all but lie in the bed. He was annoying that way, and she glared and frowned at him, and he ignored her. But deep inside, secretly from him, she enjoyed it.
And then came the day they were ordered in a case together. It had been only weeks since they had learned about her pregnancy, so no one knew. Her small baby mound only to visible to their eyes as she stood in front of the mirror and lift her shirt up. She did that often.
She knew he wanted to go up in the air. His eyes glowing with excitement every time he was near the planes. He grinned at her, that flyboy grin she loved so much, and she nodded, sighing.
"Go ahead, we'll wait here." She said softly, her hand pressing against her stomach.
He leaned to kiss her gently; sure they were out of sight. And she lifted her hand to touch his cheek. "You and your planes." A small smile played on her lips.
"Come on Sarah." He called her that when they were alone, and she loved it. "If we´re lucky, our son will join the navy like his daddy."
"If you´re lucky." She smiled. "Our daughter will become a jarhead like her mommy."
"God help me for that." He chuckled and placed another small kiss on her lips. "I´ll be back soon. I promise." His hand brushed against her stomach before he turned and headed for the deck.
That was when she saw him for the last time.
A scream of the seagull as it dove into the waves only to be back in the air seconds later holding a fish in its beak brought her back from her thoughts.
She wiped the falling tears away with the back of her hand. God she missed him. The familiar ache in her heart made her let out a soft cry, and the baby inside of her moved again, and she couldn´t but wonder if the small baby understood what she was going through.
The sun was hidden behind the grey clouds, the sky slowly darkening, warning from the closing storm. She shivered, but not from the cold. The anger, hatred and despair took over and she wanted to scream out her pain to the world. But she stayed quiet.
What use it would be? Who would hear her cries? She had long time ago lost her faith in God. And she was alone at the beach.
"Sarah!" She heard someone calling her name, and she turned around, surprised to see Trish running to her.
She knew they were worried about her, that´s why she was there. And because it was the place where she felt close to the man she had lost. They didn´t pressure her, let her mourn for her lost her own way. But they did make her eat and rest, something she would not probably done if she had been alone. And she let them be a part of her pregnancy, watching as her stomach grew bigger. The baby was all they too had left from their son.
They kept an eye of her, watching as she strolled along the beach every day since she had come there. They let her be. Frank exchanged a worried glance with his wife as she returned back to the house, eyes red with crying. But they hardly asked her about it. Only wrapping her in the tight, loving embrace and she never pulled off. And she was thankful of that. Sometimes she broke down, crying against the shoulder that was offered. And again, Trish or Frank only nodded when she said she was going to rest. No questions asked. She would tell them when she was ready. And for that, she loved them.
"They found him." Trish said, her eyes clear with the unshed tears. Tears of hope.
End of Part 2
He had been missing for seven months. The mission, simple and easy, had gone horribly wrong and his plane had went down in unfriendly territory. It had been a routine flight, she had been told to. How wrong they had been.
She blamed him. As unfair as it was, she blamed him for that. She hated him for that. He never had to been up in that plane. But he loved flying. How could she have had asked him not to go? It had been only a routine flight. And he had promised to come back for her, and the baby.
But he never came back.
She was put in the helicopter later that night. Strong arms of the flight crew pulling her up, strapping her in her seat. She had no memory of the flight back home.
She had not cried. Not until weeks later when she was curled in her bed, alone, and finally understanding, accepting that he might not come home. Ever. She had cried heart breaking, desperately, until she had no more tears left, and she had fallen into a nightmare filled sleep.
It had taken a long time for those who loved her, cared for her, to convince her to go to California to be with Trish and Frank. There she would be taken care of.
She had been lost, crushed without him. She was getting better, stronger, day-by-day. But the sad look on her eyes was still there. And every morning before the sun was up, she would walk down to the beach to be alone, to be with him.
She was alone. The baby inside of her all she had left from him. Hours she spent down on the beach, ignorant of the worried eyes that followed her from the house; Trish Burnett would never stop worrying.
The sound of the ocean was calming, comforting. She let herself travel back in her memories, feeling alive only there when she was back with him.
It had started out simply, as it should have been from the beginning. Years they had loved each other, but let everything to be on the way. Excuses. It hadn´t been easy to them, those years of being apart.
That day, over a year ago, it was raining. The raindrops tapping against the windows, the thunder raging outside. And she found herself standing behind his door, and lift her hand to knock.
Inside he had asked, almost ordered her much to her amusement, into the warm shower, and shaking with the cold, her clothes wet from the rain, she had agreed. And now she was sitting on his couch, wearing his clothes that were too big for her, but warm, comfortable, and most of all they were his.
He sat next to her, his eyes dark with worry. "What are you doing here?" He asked, regretting the chosen words as soon as they left his lips. "I mean, why you are here all wet and cold?"
She placed the steaming mug of tea on the coffee table. She knew she should say the words, just go ahead and say them.
"I love you." The words had come from him. "That´s why you are here, to tell me that."
She blushed softly, nodding her head. "Yes."
He cupped her face with his hands. "I already know that Sarah. I have always known."
She nodded again. Of course he knew. She knew he loved her too.
"I also came to tell you that I want you in my life. I won´t accept excuses of not being ready, not being able to let go. Not anymore, Harm. I love you too much to wait any longer. We deserve this." She told him.
And it was then when he kissed her. His lips crashing against her into a passionate kiss. And she kissed him back, with the same passion. Her hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him down on the couch with her.
"You sure?" He pulled away to ask this, and she nodded. She was sure.
After that night, her life had changed. And only for better. Loving him, and being loved by him was everything, and more, than she had ever dreamt of. She knew she could not be happier. That he was the one for her. Always had been.
And he could only wonder why they had hidden behind all the excuses before.
She had been wrong, though. Thinking she could not be happier, that she had been wrong. Months later she had realized she was pregnant. And he couldn´t wipe the silly grin from his face. And then he got the worried look on his face every time she felt sick, or left for work, or did anything at all but lie in the bed. He was annoying that way, and she glared and frowned at him, and he ignored her. But deep inside, secretly from him, she enjoyed it.
And then came the day they were ordered in a case together. It had been only weeks since they had learned about her pregnancy, so no one knew. Her small baby mound only to visible to their eyes as she stood in front of the mirror and lift her shirt up. She did that often.
She knew he wanted to go up in the air. His eyes glowing with excitement every time he was near the planes. He grinned at her, that flyboy grin she loved so much, and she nodded, sighing.
"Go ahead, we'll wait here." She said softly, her hand pressing against her stomach.
He leaned to kiss her gently; sure they were out of sight. And she lifted her hand to touch his cheek. "You and your planes." A small smile played on her lips.
"Come on Sarah." He called her that when they were alone, and she loved it. "If we´re lucky, our son will join the navy like his daddy."
"If you´re lucky." She smiled. "Our daughter will become a jarhead like her mommy."
"God help me for that." He chuckled and placed another small kiss on her lips. "I´ll be back soon. I promise." His hand brushed against her stomach before he turned and headed for the deck.
That was when she saw him for the last time.
A scream of the seagull as it dove into the waves only to be back in the air seconds later holding a fish in its beak brought her back from her thoughts.
She wiped the falling tears away with the back of her hand. God she missed him. The familiar ache in her heart made her let out a soft cry, and the baby inside of her moved again, and she couldn´t but wonder if the small baby understood what she was going through.
The sun was hidden behind the grey clouds, the sky slowly darkening, warning from the closing storm. She shivered, but not from the cold. The anger, hatred and despair took over and she wanted to scream out her pain to the world. But she stayed quiet.
What use it would be? Who would hear her cries? She had long time ago lost her faith in God. And she was alone at the beach.
"Sarah!" She heard someone calling her name, and she turned around, surprised to see Trish running to her.
She knew they were worried about her, that´s why she was there. And because it was the place where she felt close to the man she had lost. They didn´t pressure her, let her mourn for her lost her own way. But they did make her eat and rest, something she would not probably done if she had been alone. And she let them be a part of her pregnancy, watching as her stomach grew bigger. The baby was all they too had left from their son.
They kept an eye of her, watching as she strolled along the beach every day since she had come there. They let her be. Frank exchanged a worried glance with his wife as she returned back to the house, eyes red with crying. But they hardly asked her about it. Only wrapping her in the tight, loving embrace and she never pulled off. And she was thankful of that. Sometimes she broke down, crying against the shoulder that was offered. And again, Trish or Frank only nodded when she said she was going to rest. No questions asked. She would tell them when she was ready. And for that, she loved them.
"They found him." Trish said, her eyes clear with the unshed tears. Tears of hope.
End of Part 2