Mark said, "Just standing here knowing I missed 3 years of my sons life, because you was scared you would ruin my life…I can't get those three years back…and I wanted to get even with you so bad…That's why I said all those hateful things…that's why I had Christopher taken away…I wanted you to feel the same way I felt…I felt like I had been punched in the stomach…I mean after 3 years, I was finally standing eye to eye with the same woman, who had stole my heart, and was still carrying it around in her pocket, unbeknownst to her…I was still madly in love with you…granted you looked a little older…and was a little more mature…and you're hair was definitely a little more different then that last time I saw you…but I knew it was you…I didn't recognize you right off the bat because of the hair change…but I couldn't shake the feeling that I had known you…the way you talked…the sound of your voice….and those god damn big blue eyes of yours."
I looked over when the couched shifted and Mark was sitting next to me…He said, "Do you get it now…I'm completely and hopelessly in love with you…I still don't know why or how…but I have a son with you…I was married before, but she didn't want kids…and I did…We got divorced because of it…that's another reason why I was so mad that you hadn't told me about Christopher…I would have been so content, being his father…and being your husband…if you would have just given me a chance…and told me about you being pregnant from the very beginning."
We both got kinds of quiet and I finally broke the silence and said, "I'm sorry Mark…I didn't know anything about you…and every time we spoke on the phone…it was short and to the point of how each other was doing…nothing else was given…I still have the number to your cell phone…and the note and rose you gave me…they are both in his baby book…as for the money…when I found out I was pregnant…I put it in a savings account for him, incase he wanted to go to college when he got older…I picked up the phone so many times to call and tell you…but I kept seeing it as my problem, and I didn't want to bother you with it."
I sniffled and continued, "I know I made a mistake by not telling you…And believe me, if I would of known how you felt, I would have been more then happy to have you as his father and my husband…I know I can't give you those three years back…but I can give you the memories…Matt and Jeff took tons of pictures…and video footage…and I know I made at least one video no one knows about…it was to you…and I was going to call and get your address…but it was at the time when my mother was sick…and after I made it, I packed it away until I could deal with it…but after my mom died…chaos soon followed…I had Chris the day after her funeral…and just went on from there…Listen…If you want to be apart of his life…I'm not going to stop you and I would really love it as much as he would…as soon as he finds out what a father is exactly…"
Mark looked at me and said, "Are you sure…because I can always just leave you alone…is this what you want?" I said, "Mark, I realize no one brought this fight between us on more then my silence…I want Christopher to know his father…and love him…… as much as I do." Mark said, "You still love me, after all the shit I put you through the last 3 weeks…" I said, "Yes, I do…I just have to think of it as, 3 weeks is not nearly as bad as three years."
I moved over on my knees and wrapped my arms around Marks' neck and he wrapped his arms around my waist…and we hugged so tight…and stayed like that for about 10 minutes…Mark had moved me over and onto his lap…but we never broke the hug…then he gave my senses a shock…and kissed my neck…I said, "Time out there Deadman…I want my son back……now." Mark nodded and said, "Agreed…let's go get him."
Mark took my hand and lead me down the hall to his dressing room…and walked in…Christopher was on the couch sleeping…I walked over and sat on my knees in front of him…and was rubbing my hand along his soft brown hair…he soon woke up and said, "Mommy, is that really you?" In a groggy voice…I smiled and had tears sliding down my cheeks and said, "Yes, sweetie it is." He got up slowly and still sleepy and got in my arms…I stood up and he wrapped his legs around my waist…as I held him…and tried not to cry…but it wasn't any use...the tears came anyway.