Extremely short but quick update :) Thanks for the reviews and follows. Means a lot!
I knew that I was pregnant. I knew before I took the test. I knew after the first day of throwing up at work. I never get sick…well, not like this I don't.
It had been our "last time." He came home after my whole birthday, accused of murder fiasco. We did it for "old time's sake." I recall the whole situation being very…bleak because we both knew that it would be the last time we'd see each other in this light. Of course we confessed our love for each other. Love as strong as ours couldn't dissipate. It would always be there. Unfortunately our love wasn't strong enough to break the current living situation. After our short-lived reunion, we parted.
About a week ago I started to feel...weird. That's when I knew. It had been a couple of months. It only made sense.
I think up until today I was in shock…denial…I was dealing with the fact that my marriage to the love of my life was over. As a result, I became more invested in my cases, but I had been going out with the guys nonetheless. My mind became preoccupied on something other than Gil Grissom. I was starting to feel happy, truly happy.
I dropped a hand to my stomach. The other hand held the positive pregnancy test.
"The evidence never lies."
I could only laugh out loud. To this day he's still right. The test is proof.
I think my feelings of shock and denial were only to be expected after what I've endured. This baby is not only the result of our love, but might be the key to our problem. I'm already seeing how this baby could make us whole. This baby could make us really see life for what it has to offer; a second chance. Maybe he would share this vision with me. Maybe we still have a chance…
More as soon as I can!