• One Year Later
    “I am off to work Zo”, Andy said to me, kissing me before he walked out the door. “I love you!” I called back to him. It had been almost a year since I married Andy and became officially Mrs. Jameson. One blissful Year. I sighed knowing that I had too much to do today that there wasn’t time for dilly dallying. Walking around are spacious house made me Wonder when we would start a family. We certainly had the money for it. Andy actually got a promotion for his job a couple weeks after we got married so his job was definitely not a bad one. I also finished school. But since Andy had a job that paid enough for now, I stayed at home. Doing the things that a stay at home wife would do. Wife. I was a stay at home wife. I glanced down at my wedding ring and smiled to myself. Life was too perfect.

    One Week Later
    Andy, I said over dinner, I have something to tell you…..He looked up. What is it? He said taking my hand. I sighed. Well, I noticed that I had been getting tired easily lately so I went to doctor. Is everything ok? Yeah everything is okay; I said grinning, for being pregnant. Really! Andy answered. Yes Andy, Were expecting. I smiled. When are you due???? I smiled at his impatience. I am due In February of next year. Our first child! He whispered. I smiled and leaned forward to kiss him.
    The next few months were tiring as I got bigger and bigger. Andy was always supportive and always helped out when he could. Later we found out that we were having a girl. I was so happy that it was a girl. We decided to name her Hara Amber. We also went shopping for her and soon enough had everything we needed for the nursery. Andy was ecstatic that we were having a little girl. He often referred to her as “daddy’s girl.” As the days grew closer to her arrival the more excited we got. I lay in bed one night staring at the ceiling trying to get to sleep. I daydreamed about what she would look like and if she was going to be athletic or not. I smiled as I drifted to sleep.
    As I was setting the table I glanced nervously at the clock. Andy is half an hour late! I thought to myself. Then the phone rang. I jumped than laughed at myself. Hello? I answered hoping it was Andy. Are you Mrs. Jameson? Asked an official sounding voice. Yes sir. I answered growing more worried by the minute. Your husband has been in an accident. I froze, not wanting to believe a word he said. Is he injured? I asked the police my voice trembling. Uh mam, when the paramedics arrived they said his condition was critical. I think I would have fainted if I wasn’t on the phone. Mam? Y-yes. I suggest you get to the hospital. Y-yes I will do that. Be careful Mrs. Jameson. I will. Thank you officer. No problem. And then I hung up.
    On the way to the hospital I was crying so hard I was afraid I was going to swerve and get into an accident myself. When I finally arrived I rushed in wanting to see Andy badly, I was told he was in the middle of surgery. I was shown to the family waiting room, which was empty-thank god-and sat down. While waiting for news I called my Auntie and Andy’s parents. They were both horrified and were there within minutes. I cried when they both arrived so upset and horrified that it was before the baby was born. When the surgeon came in he came in with good news. He had survived the surgery. We were shown to his room and when I walked in, I think I fainted.
    I woke up to the sound of voices. I took me a minute to remember what had happened and I shot straight up. I was lying on a couch in Andy’s room. I walked over to Andy’s bed and sat beside him. I looked at his face once handsome and beautiful, now cut and bloody. I kissed his brow praying that he would survive. He suddenly opened his eyes. Andy? I said to him crying. Sweetie, he said his voice raspy and cracked, why are you crying? You-you……I couldn’t finish my sentence. I dropped my head on his chest and began to cry. I heard his mom come over and whisper to him what had happened. I just sat there sobbing hoping and praying that this was some horrible bad dream and that I would wake up soon. But of course I of all people knew that this was real.
    Six months after the accident after ten surgeries and a lot of hardships Andy was back to normal and could go back to work. By that time the baby could be coming any time. We had earned enough money to cover the medical expenses so we were fine financially. I still had fears that he would get into another wreck and get killed. I shuddered. That was the one thing that scared me to death.
    I looked at the little face in my arms and felt relived. Andy was standing beside me admiring our little miracle. My labor with Hara was long and painful, starting at 3 am going to about 8 am. But the pain never compared to holding the little child in my arms. Andy leaned over and kissed me and said, “You did a wonderful job Zo.” I murmured and “Thank you.” and leaned forward to kiss him again.
    The next few weeks consisted of sleepless nights and a true lesson at parenting. I found it harder and harder to get alone time with Andy. Its not that I didn’t love and appreciate Hara, it’s just that I wanted to have some time with Andy. I sighed knowing it would take a miracle to accomplish that.