My
sweet one
There's a battle going on so strong
And I hope it
doesn't take too long
To get me back to you, my one
Craig stood in front of Simpson residents, getting up the courage to knock. What was the big deal, he had been there so many times before. No today was different, today he was coming there to find out answers, answers he knew they had. He wondered if Emma's parents hated him, for getting her pregnant, driving her away.
He brought up his hand to ring the doorbell, he had butterflies just thinking about seeing them both.
Emma's mom answered the door with Jack in her arms. She didn't look surprise to see him at her doorstep. "Craig, what can I do for you?" she asked, even though she had a slight clue why he was already there.
"Can we talk?"
"Sure," she said leading him into the living room.
Sitting down on the couch, "Since she's been gone I've come to realize that I've fallen for her. I got a letter last week from Emma, telling me about the reason she left. She told me that I'm going to be a father."
Shaking her head, "Yeah, I know."
"The thing is Mrs. Simpson she didn't leave a return address, or anything. And I really want to get a hold of her, maybe get her to come home to us."
"Craig that isn't what she wants and I'm not going to force her so that she would end up leaving to somewhere unknown."
"Well can't you at least give me the address so that I can go see her? I really need to talk to her," he pleaded. This might be his only chance that he would get to go after Emma, to make her his again, but this time as a real couple, not just a sideline girl.
"I'm sorry, but I promised her that I wouldn't do that. She wants to be left alone; she wants to start a new life of her own." Spike could see sadness in his eyes as she told him no.
"Don't you think my child and I deserve the right to get to know each other?"
"I told that Emma, but she doesn't have the same view. I'm sorry but I can't."
Craig knew that she wasn't going to budge, that she wouldn't betray her daughters trust. Getting up, with hurt in his voice, "Alright I won't bug you any longer."
Craig left Spike sitting there, with a sad look on her face. She knew she just trampled over his heart, but she didn't want to risk having her daughter hurt again. She didn't want to see Craig just use her as he had in the past. Today he may say he had feelings for her, but she wasn't so easily convinced.
My
sweet one
Even Superman can't save the sun
When your time has
come
The day is done
And we're back to where we both come
from
Emma walked down the street of Vancouver she had a doctor's appointment today. She felt like a giant watermelon, she was only 5 months and yet she was huge. She couldn't wait until the baby came so, that she could finally get it out of her.
Her phone began to ring; she stopped to answer it, "Hello."
"Hey, Em."
"Hey mom, what's up?" knew there had to be a reason for her call at this time of day. She usually waited until it was night over here.
"You know me too well. I got a visit today by Craig."
Her heart felt as if it dropped into her stomach, "What did he want?"
"Hunny he wanted me to tell him where you were, your address."
Panicking, "You didn't tell him….right!" Not wanting to face him. Couldn't he see that he was doing this for him, so that he could be the one he truly wanted, Manny. Therefore, one day he and Manny could a family together without there being a child that wasn't theirs in the way.
"Calm down, I didn't tell him anything. But you should know he said that he has feelings for you."
"No, I doubt they were real, he's probably just missing his booty call. He and Manny are meant for each other, and I'm not going to stand in their way no matter how I feel."
"I know it's because you have a good heart."
"Don't even say that mom, because it's far from being true. If it was true then I wouldn't be pregnant or in love with my best friend's boyfriend."
"Em people make mistakes, that's part of life."
Emma couldn't listen to her mom go on about this. She felt so horrible for her actions, and everyday she was reminded of it. "Mom, I just arrived at the doctor's, I've got to go."
"Alright, I'll talk to you later. I love you."
"I love you too." Emma press end, and then turned off her phone. She didn't want to fight with her mom about this. No this was her reality, in her story there was no fairytales or happily ever after, if there was she would be with Craig, and they would be sharing the joy in their first-born.
She was beginning to wish she hadn't told Craig about the baby then maybe he wouldn't be pestering her parents. What would Manny say if she was to find out? He would lose the love of his life, and then this would all be for nothing.
Something's
gotta give
Something's gotta break away
Make a better way to
feel for you
Something's gotta fly
When you meet your love
When you meet your love, little lover
Craig sat in the garage pounding on his guitar, getting out all his anger, as he had been doing so many nights.
He didn't even care that some of his friends were mad at him for what he did to Manny. Yeah he should have done that again, but at this point, that was the last thing on his mind.
He felt like crap, he was any closer into getting Emma. It had been over 2 months since he received the news, the first and last. He knew it wasn't going to be easy, but this just seemed impossible now. He had to come up with some type of plan to find the littlest of clue.
My
sweet one
All we are is just a light upon
A world a trillion
miles away too long
To get me back to you my little bitter sweet
...
One
Craig thought of the only thing that could actually get him closer to finding Emma. And that was to sit in front of their house for their mail. If it took weeks until she sent something, then he would come here everyday until it came. Right now, there was no other way he could think of to get the information he so dearly needed.
It was 10am and the mailman was coming up the walkway. Craig felt like heart was thumping through his chest. He was beginning to get real nervous. Once the man was gone, it would be the moment of truth.
Craig jumped out of the bushes, went up the stairs, and opened up the mailbox. To his luck there was a letter in there, but the question was, was it from her? He turned it over to reveal the address it was she. He felt sign of relief come across him; his days of searching were over.
He took out a pen and wrote out the address on a scrap piece of paper:
Emma Nelson
414 – 155 5th Avenue
Vancouver, B.C
K8Y 3Y1
He quickly put the mail back, and ran down the path, soon down the streets. "My sweet Emma, I'm coming," he called out, as he continued to run.
