Chapter Forty-Six
The Fight Begins
Ruthie didn't understand how someone could be so happy and so sad at the same time, yet that was exactly how she felt. Forcing a happy smile onto her face, she allowed Matt to roll her wheelchair into the hospital elevator. She had to admit she was glad that Mackenzie and her were finally getting out of the hospital. Leaning down she fixed Mackenzie's pink hat and kissed her on the forehead. Smiling genuinely loving this little angel, she inhaled the sweet smell of new baby.
"I love you, Little One." She whispered. Every time she looked at her she noticed that with each passing moment Mackenzie looked more and more like Martin.
Martin let out a very loud sigh as his Dad helped him get into the car and he sat down on the doughnut. His rear he had to admit felt much better. The cuts hadn't been as deep as the EMT's had originally thought. And all the glass had been removed. He'd only needed ten stitches to the doctors' amazement.
Sighing once again, Martin buckled his seatbelt. Even though he was surrounded by people and his father, he still felt so alone. He didn't understand how you could be alone and yet not alone.
"So when do you think you'll be ready to move to Buffalo?" Ruth asked Ruthie happily as she tucked a blanket around her great granddaughter.
"Um…well I've been thinking about that a lot lately." Ruthie replied, "I think I need to stay near my mom and I think….I think I've know it all along…the truth is I'm running away from something."
"Well that's never good." Ruth said giving Ruthie a supportive hug, "I understand completely. In fact I'm proud of your decision."
"But Colonel?"
"Will understand too," Ruth said quickly, kissing Ruthie on the head, "But this little one will have to come with you for a visit."
"She will." Ruthie said looking down at Mackenzie who was now lightly snoring in her bassinet, "You know what I need some fresh air….Can you…"
"Sure." Ruth said smiling.
Martin had been thinking about this for a very very very long time. Actually he'd been thinking about it for months. Maybe even before that.
"I need some fresh air." He said grabbing the velvet box off his dresser and walking down the stairs and out the door. Crossing the street he opened the Camden's white gate and let himself into there backyard.
Ruthie stood with her back to him, kicking the dirt with her shoe. Her long chocolate brown curls hanging lose down her back making his fingers itch with the longing to run his fingers through her hair. Taking a deep lung filling breath he prepared himself to fight. To fight for Ruthie's love.
Author's Note:
I know this chapter is short but I hope you guys like it. Please leave a review.
-Caroline