I’ve been patiently waiting for the last three months for Summer to contact me. She disappeared when Tina tried to worm her way back into my life. I’ve left message after message telling Summer that my ex-wife is apart of my past. The First Day of Winter has come and gone along with the first frost. The familiar cloud of darkness has returned to this house. I’ve spent most days posted in front of my front room window praying for any sign of Summer. I know now, without a doubt that I need her. I’d almost given up hope until there came a knock on the door. I peek through the blinds to a familiar car. Summer! I bolt through the front door and make my way to her.
“What?! Where have you been?”
“Just stay over there.”
“No. I want to talk out here.”
“I said I want to talk out here.”
I’m standing still just a few feet away from Summer, watching an array of emotions play across her face.
“You said I could stop at any time. That I could come live with you, that you’d marry me. You said you wanted kids!”
“Yes. I did say that.”
“Did you really mean it? I need to know that I made the right decision!”
“What exactly has happened?”
I walk closer and closer to Summer, yet she backs away.
“I said stay over there!”
I have no idea why she’s crying. She’s erratic and shaking.
“Summer. What’s wrong?”
She’s standing here wide-eyed, lips trembling, scared. I can no longer just stand here while she’s falling apart. I stand before her with my arms cupping her shoulders. “Tell me what’s wrong?”
“You’ll take care of me, right?”
“Of course I will. You don’t have to ever question that.”
“I quit my job! I dropped everything for you! I don’t know what to do, what I’m doing! I’ve never not been in charge. I feel so lost.”
“It’s okay. You have me, you know that.”
“Do you swear that you’ll stick with me no matter what?”
“I swear it to you.”
“I’m scared Brandon.”
“You don’t have anything to be afraid of.”
“I do. I don’t know what kind of mother I’ll be.”
“Hey. We have time to think about that later.”
“No we don’t. I’m pregnant.”
Time seemed to stop. I don’t hear anything. I see Summer’s lips moving, but I hear silence. I know I’m standing in front of her looking like a fool. I just…did she say what I think she said…pregnant? A baby?
“I… I’m…going to…be..a..father?” I stammer.
“Yes! This is what I’ve been telling you.”
I laugh in disbelief. I scoop Summer up in my arms and walk inside our home and shut the world out to just enjoy the now.