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Okay its mostly because I wanted to write a few uh...'lovey dovey' stuff for this chapter.

What I'm going to do/have done! (Section)

About to work a bit more on the outline

Things I wrote just for you (And the others here as well!...Section.)

Ooh baby I don't need much, just your smile makes it all alright. Being with you is a good time that never runs out.

I feel so blessed that every day I spend can be in your embrace.

And if heaven is a place, it is deep within your heart, because I never want to leave this bliss behind no matter what troubles come our way.

As even on the worst days, seeing you makes my frown turn upside down! Oooh baby I don't need much, just your smile makes the whole world shine. And though the nights ahead may be tough we'll both end up alright. Because no darkness can snuff up the glimmer in our eyes! The love we share will let us flyyy! So take my hand, and we'll walk on the clouds, and shape them to be all we want and ever wished for!

Oooh baby I don't need much, just being with is my wish come true!

So let's dance on the stars! And shine oh so bright!

For our glimmer of love to become the shine that guides us through the night!

Ooh baby I don't need much, just you are enough. So in summary, all that has to be said is

I love yoooouuu!

(Anuther one)

Oh, this is the most wonderful day in the woooorld! Nothing could compare!

If Armageddon happened, right now, I wouldn't even caaareee! Because the most beautiful, amazing thing, is about to occur!

I'm gonna have a baby! A girl or so I'm told! It seemed so hopeless, pointless, but now it's all coming true!

And I just can't stop thinking, will they have my eyes or his?

Him!

My lovely hubby! My missing piece! My soulmate! Oooh I just can't wait, to break the news, and make this our most special day!

Wait wait wait.

The kitchen is in disarray, my failed experiment leaves a foul smell hanging in the air, and where am I supposed to do this? The most magical moment in our lives?

Nothing is planned, nothing is ready, and nothing is right for the greatest moment in our life!

For the one thing better than this news is to see the flash of happiness in his eyes! And I won't let a smelly kitchen ruin that!

So I clean and sweep while I think of what I should say!

Usually, I come back home later in the day, so it must be a rough day of work for my hubby.

That means he'll be extra tired, so anything long-winded is out of the table. And as much as I hate to admit it, it was probably never on the table, to begin with.

He's got the touch of a singer and the heart of a builder. Neither are very listen-heavy folks.

But that's fine to me, because what he does and says...oh I'm getting off-track already!

Point is, it needs to be quick! Easy to understand! Yet enough to bring that hunk of a man to his knees!

For a man like him, it could only be, a song!

But...I don't know how to sing!

So thievery it is!

I grab a bunch of his old lyrics and try my best to put them together in a way that makes sense.

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It's not too hard, since they're all too amazing. Not to brag of course, I mean, how could I when it's true?

By sun-down I have something resembling a song, as crooked as it may be. I get about halfway through tuning it out before I hear it.

The heavy steps, the heavy breaths after a day of hard work. And most of all that lovely hum-

Well, actually, there was no hum at all. And both his breaths and steps had a shakiness to them. As if he was struggling to balance himself in a world that was spinning a bit too quick for his liking.

Did he go out drinking with Dicker again?

Quickly I hid my 'song' under our bed, then went downstairs to greet him with my signature hello.

Loving Wife: "Hiyah!"

Our bodies collided as my 'Super Hug Tackle.' made him stumble a foot or two. Usually, he'd hug me back, and if he was in a particularly good mood he'd lift me up and shower me with sloppy wet kisses. And if we were both in a very good mood well...it would head into less PG territory.

But right now he was doing none of that. He just stood there, looking down at me with eyes between a kicked puppy and a man who'd just earned his ticket to hell.

Loving Wife: "Honey?"

No response.

Loving Wife: "... It's okay, if something bad happened will work it out together. Did you get fired? Or did your mom die?"

Nothing.

Loving Wife: "...Even if you...we'd work it out. I'm sure we would. So if you cheate-"

Jefferson?: "Heavens no Rachel!"

Finally, he hugged me. And with it, a great sigh of relief left my heart.

Jefferson?: "I'd never betray you like that! And...well...maybe I would."

Rachel: "What?"

Jefferson?: "i-I don't know Rachel. I'm just...I'm so thoughtless that I might as well be a wild animal! Who knows what I'd do! I thought I knew, I thought I was aware of things. But...but then..."

He wasn't crying, it was very hard to make a man like Jefferson cry. But he was near it, and I'd never seen him so defeated. Not when he gave up on his music career. Not when we heard of how bad my infertility was. Not even when his own dad denounced him on our graduation day. And even with all the time and all the love in my little heart...some of those scars still stung.

I held him as tight as I could with my one wimpy arm and used the other to caress his cheek.

Rachel: "That's not true Jefferson, you think more than you give yourself credit for. And even if you didn't...I think I got you on a pretty tight leash."

He gave me his signature crooked smile, both endearing and mildly disturbing. Just how I like it.

Jefferson: "That you do."

For a moment we did nothing but hold each other and let time ease the fresh wound. And if I was Jefferson, I'd have prodded at the wound. Slowly eased myself into the pain.

But Jefferson did not ease, he either dived or never even approached the topic.

Today, he choose to dive.

Jefferson: "Dicker's died."

...

Ah, that explains a lot. Dicker's been his best friend since what...pre-school? It makes sense he'd feel this bad if he died.

...

Fuck. What I'm doing? Of course his friend dying would make him feel bad! Knowing that doesn't solve anything! I need to say something! Something that'll help. The right thing.

...

Come on Rachel! Say something! You can't stay silent on this. I..I-

I felt his thick fingers sliding into my hair. Softly, he rubbed the back of my head. I leaned into it.

Rachel: "I'm sorry...I shouldn't be the one being comforted right now."

Jefferson: "It's okay...this makes me feel good. Knowing that I can still help you...I'll...thank you. Thank you for being here with me. I...I won't let you get hurt. I promise. I'll never stop holding on to you a-and keeping you safe and-"

Rachel: "Shh, shhh. It's okay, you don't need to prove anything to me. You're already all I want and more."

Jefferson: "But I should Rachel! I should! Because-"

I felt droplets of wetness fall upon my cheek.

Jefferson: "i-i-It was my fault. And i-I-"

Rachel: "Shhh, to your knees Jefferson, to your knees."

I guided him down to the floor, and as both are knees touched the door carpet I looked up, leaned in, and let my lips whisper my love to him

Rachel: "You're a dad, Jefferson."

Jefferson: "huh?"

Rachel: "The test came back positive, the doctors confirmed it, it's all official."

Jefferson: "r-Rachel! That's amazing! I...I'm sor-"

Rachel: "Shh...I wanted it to be perfect...the happiest moment in our lives. But it's okay. If it means I can mend your heart, even if just a bit, then it was worth it."

I grabbed his palm and let it touch and move across my stomach.

Rachel: "You feel that...my love? The slightest signal of life...of our little girl?"

Jefferson nodded.

I leaned back, holding his hand with both of my own. My vision blurry from the tears that kept leaking out.

Rachel: "Right now, I'm carrying the most important thing in both our lives. I have all the reason in the world to run at the sight of danger. Of something that'll hurt my baby. Yet...here I am...with you. Because I know the man you are Jefferson. I know that even if the world is crumbling apart, even if it's all your fault, even if it hurts. You'll find a way, to build things back up. To make things right. To be better. And you'll do it all with a lovely song. And...you'll do it with me...we'll do it together. We'll make things right, okay?"

Jefferson wrapped his arms around me, leaned in, and gently wept onto my shoulder while holding me.

This was definitely, the most important day,

in both our lives.

The final section! (Section.)

A end...of the chapter.