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Martin awoke, Ruthie in his embrace. He smiled, moving her hair behind her ears and kissing her forehead.
"Good morning." He whispered, kissing her lips gently.
"Hey." She said sleepily.
"How are you?"
"Good…a little tired…how late were we up?"
"Not that late…you fell asleep way before me."
"That's alright…I have an excuse. Sleeping for two…" she said, pointing to her stomach.
"Yes you are. And how's our daughter treating her mommy this morning?"
"Good. I felt her moving around last night."
"Well you're supposed to." He said, and smiled. Ruthie gasped and smiled
"What's wrong?"
She placed his hand on her stomach, as the baby kicked.
"Wow. That's amazing." He said, grinning broadly."
"Yeah it is. I can't wait." She said, kissing him and placing her hands on top of his. The phone rang.
"Ugh…way to ruin a moment" Ruthie said, leaning over to get the phone. She kissed him again and laughed before answering.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Hey Ruthie…it's me.
"Oh hey Matt!" she said happily. "How are you?"
"Could be better…you?
"Great!"
"Can I talk to Martin?"
"Yeah sure." She handed the phone to her husband.
"Hello?" he answered. "Pretty good…ok…" Martin went dead silent, almost dropping the phone. Ruthie looked curiously at him and took the phone.
"What'd you tell him?" she asked, jokingly.
"Ruthie…I'm sorry…"
"What?"
"Ruthie…"
"Matt…"
"Maybe I should let Martin tell you."
"No! I'm tired of people telling my husband to tell me things! Just tell me! Are you worried I'll go into labor or something?"
"No…Ruthie this is just really hard to say."
"Just say it!"
"There was an accident."
She froze. "What happened?"
"Mary and Carlos and the kids…they were coming home from Puerto Rico. Their plane…it crashed…" he said, his voice cracking, and he broke down sobbing.
"Matt?"
"Ruthie…they died last night…"
"No! you're kidding!"
"No. Ruthie I'm not. I'm so sorry. Sarah, the kids and I are driving in tonight. We're on our way. We'll be there in a few hours. I'll talk to you later."
"Um…ok." she said, her voice breaking.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Matt hung up and Ruthie broke down sobbing in her husband's arms.
"Ruthie…I'm so sorry."
"How can this happen!" she asked, unbelievingly.
"I don't know Ruthie…I really don't."
"Do my parents know?"
"Yeah…we were the last people he called."
"Oh my gosh." (I refuse to say G-d just so you guys know…Christian girl here!)
"I know Ruthie…I know." He said, holding her tightly as she cried on his shoulder.
A week later…
Ruthie and Martin just got home from the funeral at her dad's church. They walked into the garage apartment silently, and Ruthie went to change into sweat pants and a hoodie as Martin made them some soup. He went in after her, changing into a grey hoodie and jeans. He came out, seeing his wife laying on their bed, crying and singing softly.
I was sure by
now
God You would have reached down
And wiped our tears
away
Stepped in and saved the day
But once again, I say
"Amen"
and it's still raining
As the thunder
rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain
"I'm with
you"
And as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise
the God
Who gives and takes awayI'll praise You in this
storm
And I will lift my hands
For You are who You are
No
matter where I am
Every tear I've cried
You hold in Your
hand
You never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I
will praise You in this storm
I remember when
I stumbled in
the wind
You heard my cry You raised me up again
My strength is
almost gone
How can I carry on
If I can't find You
As
the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain
"I'm
with you"
And as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and
praise the God
Who gives and takes away
I'll praise You in
this storm
And I will lift my hands
For You are who You are
No
matter where I am
Every tear I've cried
You hold in Your
hand
You never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I
will praise You in this storm
I lift my eyes unto the
hills
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the
Lord
The Maker of Heaven and Earth
I'll praise You in this
storm
And I will lift my hands
For You are who You are
No
matter where I am
Every tear I've cried
You hold in Your
hand
You never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I
will praise You in this storm
Martin sat down beside her, and rubbed her back, as she sobbed into the pillow.
"Hey…hey it's ok. We'll get through this."
"Martin I hate this."
"I know you do, but babe I can't do anything to change it."
"I know…"
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I'll be fine. It's just…"
"Just?"
"How can we be
happy?"
"About…"
"The baby…I feel guilty now EVERY TIME I think about her, and how much I already love her and want her.
"Ruthie…babe. You can't feel bad. What would Mary want?"
"For me to be happy…"
"Yeah. And the baby is a very happy thing. We've wanted this for so long Ruthie and we finally have it.
"I know but it's still so hard!"
"I know…I know…I just…" he paused and sighed. "I wish there was something I could say to make it better."
"I know you're trying and I know I haven't been easy on you."
"It's ok. I don't expect you to be."
"Thanks for being so great through all of this. I am so blessed." She said, kissing him.
"I love you Ruthie.
"I love you too Martin." She kissed him and he held her hand, and they laid on the bed and took a nap.
Yeah it's short and it's sad..but what do u think? PLEASE don't hate me! Remember-I'm TRYING to center it around Martin and Ruthie more…won't kill anyone else…I PROMISE..so don't hate me and keep reviewing!
