Mr. Hughes stepped back, "Do you know each other?"
Ryan nodded and kept his arms around Marissa's quivering back as he watched Mr. Hughes slowly walk away, giving them some time alone.Still kneeling on the ground,Ryan pulled out from the hug, and tucked Marissa's delicate hair behind her ears and placed his hands on her shoulders. She looked down.
"Riss" Ryan gulped, "Who is Jack?"
Marissa stared him straight in the eyes and let the final drops of tears roll down her cheeks. "Ryan,he is your son."
An empty feeling took over Ryan, one that was taking over his heart and churning his stomach. He sat on the floor and like a child whimprered, "Tell me the story."
"I got pregnant, five years ago. I was afraid Ryan. Afraid to tell you. Afraid of rejection. Afraid of heartbreak. So I left, got the earliest flight and left. My pregnancy was fine, but he never cried, when he was born. The silence haunts me every day, beforeJack left the world he just entered. I held his limp body in my arms, the doctor said there was nothing they could do. So I held him, and he opened his innocent eyes and stared at me. In that one glance was so many emotions. Sorrow. Hope. Faith. Love. He was so perfect Ryan. So perfect, but my angel left me and took my heart with him. My soul. My everything. I thought I could never tell you, becuase you would hurt, and couldn't bare to see anyone else I love hurt. I can't bare another loss. I feel so bad that you never got to see him, hold him, love him."
Finally Ryan spoke up, "Marissa, I don't know what my future is, but I know it is with you."
He reached for her hand, and laced his fingers through. A perfect match.