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 24, 1997
Dear Abby Bean;
My precious baby girl, this month has been filled with a tremendous amount of love. As I'm sure your mother has spent time writing to you, filling you in on all the happenings of this pregnancy, no doubt with all the little things I try to do for her along the way. If I could take away all the morning sickness, the swelling, the indigestion, etc.; I absolutely would.
I admit, I was jealous when the one thing I wanted so much in this world was to feel you soft kicks, and your mother was graced with those first. I knew she would experience this too before I did, but it still sucked.
That night, in front of the fire, that seems like a lifetime ago, was just another of my happiest moments in life. As we laid snuggled up against the other, soaking in the days accomplishments in the courtroom where we had won a case for our clients, we spoke softly to one another and just felt all the emotions. Your mother's sudden jump had me concerned quickly, but the followed 'wow' calmed me just a bit. She was quick to grab my hand to place it over her rounded stomach. When I had begun to ask her what was the matter, she shushed me quickly, and within that next minute, my heart stopped for just a beat when I felt your tiny feet nudge my hand. It was one of the most exhilarating moments of my life. Needless to say, we spent that entire night, by the fire, just waiting for each of your tiny kicks.
My love for you is immeasurable, Abby bean.
Here's another story to share with you.
Your mother, clumsy as she ever is, had tripped over a messenger's bag in the library one evening. Trust me, I not once found her clumsy self an inconvenience. No, it was a trait that I adored. It meant that during moments such as this one, I would be able to hold her close and take care of her.
Now back to the story. She had tripped, not having seen the bag in her way, causing her to break her arm as she crashed to the floor. I was immediately bummed, knowing that I didn't protect her as I had wished, but she quickly smacked some sense into me for my depressed mood. Although she had just broken an arm, you would have never guessed. Perhaps it was with the knowledge that she had already broken it three times before.
The first minute, tears were shed, but after that, a smile was upon her face. As we waited for an ambulance, she was nothing if not perfect. She had turned into the comedian that she always ended up as during the wait. It didn't matter what the circumstances was, she was always trying to bring light to any situation. Your mother truly is an inspiration to everyone.
Once the ambulance had arrived, checked her over, and loaded her up, I ran to my vehicle and followed behind them; having hated to not be seated beside her on her journey. After we had arrived at the emergency room, your mom went through the process of x-rays and other tests. By the end of it, she came out of that emergency room, still smiling, but this time it was like a loon. They had drugged her up as best that they could, and wrapped her arm in the brightest green plaster they had, and sent her on her way.
Now, I need to make it clear that I absolutely hate to see your mother in pain, but I cherish the moments when I get away with taking care of her. She's a very independent woman, not caring for having to depend on others, so in moments that her clumsy nature causes such accidents, she swallows her pride for me; long enough for me to be the caregiver that I've longed to be with her. I honestly think she has a soft spot in her heart for moments such as these.
Your mother is a remarkable woman; one I can only hope you look up to in the future. I have no doubt that you will be a perfect combination of the two of us, but I truly hope that as you grow, you'll look up to us, just as we did our parents.
Invaluable lesson at this moment: Stay strong no matter what the circumstances; big or small.
Love,
Your Proud Papa
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