It was dark in the room, she made no use of the light switch or the lamps which occupied both bedside tables. Still crying, she laid out on the bed as she let the tears run freely. Her eyes stung but she didn't care, she welcomed the pain, it was her only companion. Her heart was breaking all over again and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
Getting up she raked a hand through her hair and left the bedroom, his scent was too strong, it made things seem worse, her world seem darker. Sat on the edge of the bath tub she looked at the photo frame in her hand, the glass was smeared with her tears from previous encounters but she didn't care. Running her hands over his face she smiled, they had been so happy then; then suddenly it had all been snatched away from them. Why, she asked, what had she done to deserve this? To be all alone… it was a sentence worse than death.
After splashing her face with water she discarded the photograph, knowing she had images in her mind, images of the man she had once known before he had changed. Back in her room she collapsed onto the bed again, loosing consciousness amidst the furry or tears.
Minutes later, soft footsteps could be herd climbing the stairs, but she was in a deep sleep to hear them. Opening the door a crack the figure squinted through the door. Seeing the woman laid on the bed he shook his head before leaving the house, he'd have to wait.
Perched by the doorway Gina looked in on Jack, feeling bad when she saw his sleeping form on the couch, the cardigan on his side, one hand gently resting on it. Moving into the room she sat on the edge of the worn sofa and gently ran her hands through his hair until he woke.
He did so slowly, giving her a gentle smile before slowly sitting up, pulling her to him instantly. She could feel the intensity of his hug, he was worried he'd upset her; his love of her made her smile, she was glad the feelings between them were mutual.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered, "I know I should be more involved in this. Its just I sometimes get… weird…"
Gina giggled softly in his ear, there arms still wrapped around each other she rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry for being bad tempered. You've been at work all day then I nag you when you get home… I'm sorry," she whispered.
"You've nothing to be sorry about," he said, and he meant it, she could tell. "I love you, and I love this baby. I'm so happy here, and in four months time… I'm going to be the happiest man on the planet," he said, brushing her cheek with his lips.
Closing his eyes he held her tighter, he felt his emotions run through him - he meant every single word he had uttered to Gina. He loved her, and he loved their child. But he had felt the same way about Teri and Kim, and now they were both gone forever.
"Ric," she whispered, "I love you, thank you."
"For what," Jack asked as she pulled away so she could look him in the eyes.
"For being perfect," she whispered, "for being you."
He smiled, fighting the inner conflict which instantly flared up inside. Did she even know who 'he' was?
"You're perfect," he said, mirroring her words, "and I am the luckiest man alive. Believe me," he said, pulling her to her feet and gently carrying her upstairs, knowing the words he had spoken were true, no doubt crept in this time. This was for real.