Disclaimer: These characters belong to S. Meyer; I just use them for my vivid imagination on the short bus.
All chapters are pre-written, so there are no edits done by a beta. All errors are my own.
I'm keeping things short and sweet, so thank you for all the kind words…
On we go…
-Leslie
January 12, 1997
Dear Abby Bean;
Well my sweet child, we're over half-way there.
Each day of this pregnancy has been remarkable, knowing that my body is nurturing you still, it truly is wonderful.
Last night, while your dad and I were cuddled up next to the fire, reminiscing about our lives years ago, you decided to grace us with your presence in a new way. I've been the one to experience the morning sickness, the swollen ankles, the never-ending heartburn, the growing stomach, and the pregnancy hormones; so I was thrilled, along with your father, that he finally got to experience something along with me. Yes, he had been there for me through all the other stuff as well, but the moment your tiny foot kicked within my womb, we were both awestruck. It was a simply amazing moment, and we both wept with the joy that we felt in that moment.
Your dad has been amazing throughout the whole pregnancy though; constantly rubbing my feet, he held my hair back when I was experiencing morning sickness, he sent me on several pregnancy spa days, and the sweetest of all things, he constantly had his head at my stomach, rubbing soothingly and murmuring his love for the two of us; such a sweet man.
Alright, since we just past New Year's Eve, I'll share with you one of our stories about ringing in the New Year this time around.
Two years into our marriage and classes were out for break; your father packed two suitcases without my knowledge and all but forced me on a plane. He said it was time for just a tiny break, something to take our minds off the classes following our break. We ended up in New York, which is a beautiful city, sweet child.
We spent the weekend in a suite above Times Square, ready to celebrate with the mass of people who gathered there to watch the ball drop. The night of the drop we mingled around with the crowd outside, but quickly decided we would rather watch the ball drop from the window of our room. More romantic, we both thought. We ordered room service a little while before the ball was to drop and when it arrived, we fed one another chocolate covered strawberries, kissing between each bite while enjoying one another's presence. When the countdown began we snuggled in the window with our champagne glasses counting with the hundreds and hundreds of voices below. As the ball descended, all time lapsed, all voices went unheard as we wrapped ourselves around the other and sealed the night with a kiss.
The kiss was filled with all the wonderful things that were to come in our lifetime together. All the joyous occasions we would no doubt experience.
The rest of that weekend was spent sightseeing with one another, along with sitting in old bookstores; the kind that were small and the scent of old paper filled your senses. It was a magical weekend all in all.
Words of Wisdom: Feel the magic in everything that you do, sweet child. I can promise you, each magical moment is worth it.
Love,
Momma
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