Hi guys!
I know this chapter is incredibly short but I wanted one between the last one and the birth of the baby. Could you help me with something? Leave a review and tell me whether you want a boy or a girl. Name suggestions are welcome also!
Love K xx
The morning was cold and fresh. He had loved this time of the morning, shortly after dawn, it cleared his head, allowed him to think. Six years ago, they had escaped the ordeal that was their wedding breakfast and relished, for a few minutes, blissful solitude. This had always been Mary's bench. The importance she placed on it was enormous. It was the only bench in the gardens that was hidden, the only place where escape could successfully be sought. In 1913 however, thirteen hears ago, another person had joined her on this bench and from then on it had been synonymous with another person, it was Mary and Matthew's bench. Five years on from his death...had it really been five years?...Mary decided that it was time to move on. She'd married Tom, their child slept contentedly in her stomach.
A single tear ran down her bare cheek and she hugged her woollen cardigan closer. It scared her, happiness. Whenever she was perfectly happy, disaster struck. Losing Matthew was hard, losing Tom... Shaking herself so as to rid her mind of horrid thoughts she looked down at the picture she had carried outside. A different Mary grinned alongside her golden haired husband. Innocence radiated from the pair. Mary had chastised her mother for demanding they take a photograph immediately after the wedding ceremony. Now, however, she was incredibly grateful. It was her favourite picture of them.
"Matthew, darling, happy anniversary,"
Kissing the frame softly she jumped as she heard the crunch of footsteps of the frosty grass. Turning around in her seat, her teary eyes met the concerned, loving ones of her husband. His shirt was haphazardly buttoned and her wore an overcoat, his chestnut hair dishevelled.
"Mary," he whispered softly, placing his strong hands on her narrow shoulders and kissing her forehead. "Are you alright love?"
Nodding and smiling slightly, Mary patted the space beside her.
"Come sit," she whispered, her eyes entreating him.
"Are you sure?" Came a shocked, questioning reply from a wide eyes Tom.
"Absolutely,"