Eighteen inches
We left the flat, getting in the car again leaving for the airport. It's like 1500 miles to California! I think. He says we'll get there on Friday if we leave today. I remember that we snuck out at 3:30 leaving nothing but some things and notes for everyone in the house.
He almost cut the engine when Mr. Sweet saw his car leaving the parking lot. I gave him a good luck kiss hoping it will keep him going. Even though we have no family where we're going, we're going to do it.
I finish up my shift at the café and turn in for the night.
"Girl, you better wear the dress that I made!" Her new friend, Black, yelled from the counter.
"I will!" I yelled as I ran out the door.
I ran back to the apartment changing into the bronze colored dress. I slipped on some old gray Toms and curled my long auburn hair. It was down to my back now. I ran back to the living room to find Eddie sitting at the table.
After dinner, he pulls out a wooden box. He gets down on one knee and opens up to reveal a chunky ring.
"Patricia Alexis Williamson, will you marry me?" he asked.
"Patricia, are you okay?" Eddie asked. I had just given up my breakfast to the toilet.
"Um, not really." I said.
"What's the matter? It's not your father?" he asked.
"No, um I've been getting bigger." I said. He made a face. "And I'm late."
"Really? Wait, Patricia, are you…"
I nodded her head letting her tears fall. He gathered me into a hug.
"Patricia, I want this child." He said.
"Me too, even if we're still kids ourselves." I said.
"Well, Patricia, that's all, going to change in eight months." Eddie said.
I wake up in the morning with a jolt of pain in my stomach. I look over at the clock and see it's only three thirty in the morning. Then a warm substance trickles down my legs. I shake Eddie until his eyes are half open. I scream out in pain.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"My water just broke!" I said.
"Oh boy!" he says. He grabs the already packed baby bag and slips on slippers and jacket. Then he leads me down to the garage and drives me to the hospital.
After a very long time, it's 8:30 in the morning. I have my baby boy right on chest, right on my heart. He has Eddie's blonde hair and a mix of brown and blonde hair. I silently laugh. I finally have the perfect family.
Sometimes I think of how bad things would've turned out if we stayed at Anubis, or something bad happened during our relationship. I admit it, it wasn't all that smart to run away at 17, get married and have a baby boy at 19, but for some reason I'm glad we did. Now I have a 1 month baby boy, a great husband and a forgotten past. I will always thank God for those eighteen inches, the distance from my head and heart.
