…Jenna POV…
I am fourteen weeks pregnant now.
The morning sickness has mostly passed, and I am starting to feel the best parts of being an expecting mother. I have stopped counting how many times Tyler rubs my belly a day. He has, in the times that I really get sick, he has started reading to our baby. We decided that we do not want to know what the sex of the baby is, even though I still firmly believe it is a boy. We need something to look forward to, not only the pregnancy but the joy of a surprise.
So it is with great difficulty that I am finding something to wear. Even though I do not keep much in these days, I have grown rather bigger than what Tyler likes to refer to as a bus. This rules out the option of trying to fit into one of my favorite skinny jeans completely out. With much frustration, I slip on my very favorite dress and meet up with Tyler that is patiently jumping out of his skin.
"I have always love that dress," he says as
…Jenna POV…Tyler has just gone and called the Doctor back now; to say that I am not beyond scared would be an understatement. What has he seen that has got him so alarmed? The anticipation is nearly killing me as he finally arrives with the Doctor dragged by the arm."Okay,” Tyler starts. “Am I seeing right?"The Doctor studies the monitor for only but a second; then, he nods at Tyler. “Yes, Mr. Moore, you are right.” The Doctor pauses for a while. “This is rather the wrong way around for this to happen. Now, do you want to tell your wife?”Tyler looks at me rather shocked and not knowing what to say, yet after a few moments in silence, he finally mumbles underneath his breath, “Do you want to know the gender of the babies?”I only but shake my head at him, “I told you I don’t want to know until the day.” There is a slight irritation that is building inside, I told him
…Tyler POV…The moment he stepped through the door, there was a fear that consumed my eyes and spread like wildfire to the rest of my body. I have not seen him in so many years, but he looks exactly like his brother. In fact, they are twins, and for the life of me, I could never tell them apart.He left town years ago; he was the same type of evil his brother was. Wherever he set his foot, there was bound to be trouble, and the way he played with the woman around town was rather the same way that his brother…God, I do not even want to think of it.All I know is that I need to get out of this room; it has grown rather small and suffocating. And I want to take Jenna out before she turns around and sees him, for it will set the fear of horror into her body.So I only nod to Sandra as she speaks from underneath her breath, “I will get the Deputy to sort him out.”With that, Jenna wants to turn and see who it is that we
I have never felt so much fear at on single moment in my life. The mere thought of having to see someone that looks like Luke terrifies the shit out of me. So, needless to say, what was a joyful day is now sadly gone sour. However, I am yet to understand this.“Are they that similar then?”Then he goes all hesitant and quiet again, and as he sees the frustration in my eyes, he lays his hand gently on mine, “They are twins.”Well, that there is just the end of me, but still, “What is he doing in town?”Tyler seems to grow some bit angry, not by my questions, but by the presence of this man, “I will find that out tomorrow. I cannot understand why nobody has told me about this.” Then he squeezes an inch harder on my hand, “Don’t worry; I will sort it out. I just want you to be happy, so please, do not worry about any of this.”And with that, I fall into the comfort of his arms, then und
I have never been able to control my temper; it is just one of those things that Tyler Moore cannot do. Now, I find myself furious and pissed off that nobody told me that Ethan has been running around town. Now the man is a complete spitting image of Luke, which has put the fear and horror into half of the town. But the man, apart from his brother being a monster, has done nothing wrong, and I truly cannot throw him out.But Alex has just phoned me and given me some crazy theory that he and Brooke have in mind. Now, I have it on good information that Ethan is currently at the tavern in town. So, I think it is about time that someone approaches him and gives him some friendly advice.Am I being reckless? Yes, of course, there is no reasoning with me when I find myself when I am boiling over from anger.So it is with great confidence but a nagging voice in the back of my head that I find myself driving to town.As I look at myself in the rearview mirror, I
They say a man’s life flashes before his eyes when he is staring death in the face; well, I say it is bullshit. All that is staring me in the face are the barrels of a Ruger. Now, did I foresee this happening? Well, of course, I did not come here to have a goddamn tea party. What was a casual exchange of threats has now only stepped up one level to where I am about to have my head blown off. Yet, Luke underestimates my determination.I have come too far and too long to have Jenna by my side; there shall be no one that comes between us. Now, if Luke does not want to listen, then I shall kindly remind him again.“You can go right ahead and blow my brains out as much as you like, but you will not go near my wife, Luke.”Well, now if I thought that he would listen, it only makes him more furious. With somewhat of a slight tremble, his voice reaches a pitch higher and echoes to every corner of the room, “Oh, believe me, I am going to blow your
…Jenna POV…I find myself staring at a ghost, yet that is what it seems to be. So as I close my eyes and squeeze them real tight, slowly I flutter them open again…“Luke?”Then from deep within in this man’s chest comes a rumble, “Why is she the only one who seems to know who I really am?”With that, Tyler steps in front of me, shielding me from a man that is supposed to be dead. Though my question is, “How? How can you be alive?”He only but smirks at me, “Oh, my dear Jenna, my brother grew obsessed, and he was the one that holds you captive in that barn.”From underneath Tyler’s breath, there is anger that only starts growing, “Bullshit, Luke. You were fucking behind it from the start.”“Tyler,” Luke only snaps at him, “Why would I hurt the woman that I love?”And yes, that Luke should not have said, for next T
…Jenna POV…It is a very nervous Jenna that is staring into my eyes and looking at me with pure horror. I have not seen her so terrified of anything since that day she left Luke on the steps of the Sheriff’s Office. Now she has this terrifying expression on her face.It immediately makes my heart drop, the room grows suffocating and I feel that I cannot breath or move, least of all say a single word.So after taking a few rather deep breath, I look back into those eyes, "Jenna, what is wrong?""Tyler there's something I need to tell you.""What has happened? What is wrong?"“Tyler, I am further alone than I told you.”I only but shake my head at head, confused, not making sense of her words, “What are you talking about?”“The babies, they are,” she starts to hesitate and I feel that I am near to damn dying, but as she continues, I wish that she never spoke, “I am a w
…Tyler POV…I would hope that Jenna and my life has gone back to normal again. But with this fake smile on my lips, I have not yet been able to let go of the fact that if the babies in her belly are mine. I have not been able to build up that courage that I need to ask her; I keep on stuttering like a fool, then I end up leaving it.So today, we are going to the Doctor, and he's going to put that ungodly probe against her body and twirl it around to show us what is going to probably be the size of a tiny little person depending on how far along pregnant she really is. Now, this is terrifying the shit out of me because I know the further along she is, the more possible it is not my child, but in fact, it is Luke's.Now I still have not raised this concern with her even though she can see in my eyes that I am fearing the worst she knows that I want to ask it, but she knows that I will not ask it for she is scared to confirm it to me, she is scared th
…Jenna POV… You can't have healing without sickness. Your body can stand almost anything; it is your mind that you need to convince. It is two weeks today. Two weeks. Fuck. Time is just gone. It is two weeks since the chemo has started, and I am getting really sick. I am still trying to convince myself that my body can win this. But each day, as I look in the mirror and I see something new that is slipping away, I am losing hope. The only one that is not losing hope is Tyler. It is you that are fighting for both of us. You have been there beyond what is even required. From the moment I met you, I knew I'd love you forever, that you were something precious, perfect. After four months of marriage, I still get butterflies when looking into your eyes. You've made me a better person, given me a more fulfilled life, and you've given me a happiness that I didn't know existed. Our lives have changed immensely since that frightening, confusing, life-ch
…Tyler POV…Jenna, when I think about you, I understand what the Hollies meant when they sang, "Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe and to love you."Our love life can be rivaled to the 4th of July fireworks.I still love you and I always will.I have spent my life believing in Love. My heart has been beaten, my heart has been ripped, it has been stamped on, and more than once as you know. But I kept on believing. Because I love Love because I consider life not worth living if you don’t allow your heart to pound.And it is pounding and it is being pounded on, and you turned it all upside down. My schedule, my emotional comfort zone, my whole life. I couldn’t understand what was going on, and really I didn’t want to understand. I didn’t try to plan ahead, I didn’t want to build false hopes, for the very first time in my life I completely let go.I really fell in love…Lovin
...Tyler POV...I have just brought Jenna back home after her first session of chemotherapy. She does seem somewhat surprisingly fine at the moment, but I know that it is only but a matter of time before the fatigue and nausea will hit her.Does this Cancer not scare me? It scares the hell out of me. But I love her. And love will outnumber, overshadow and overcome all obstacles and odds that are thrown in our way.She is the love of my life. She is my wife. And there is no other place I would rather be.Thinking of her brings me warmth, it fills me up and threatens to consume me in every possible way. I would simply die if I could not be with her."Can I kiss you?""You are so polite in asking.""I cannot go…"I place my fingers against his soft lips and wrap his face in my hands. I pull his face closer until there is nothing but a mere breath between our lips. Then I softly whisper. "I thought you would never ask."
...Tyler POV...It breaks my heart that everything is again falling apart slowly. I always thought that we would get out of this stronger. But there was always this fear that I will lose her in more ways than one.So I am left here with nothing but my thoughts; if Jenna won't talk, then I hope that she will listen.What is the worst that she can do? Throw me out of the room?I can see there is a slight irritation in her eyes, but she allows me to take her hand. Once she is settled, I softly whisper. In the days before, I used to tell our babies stories. Now, now I am left with...well, it is just her and me again. So I need for her to listen."Jenna.""Yes, Tyler?""I don't want to lose you.""I don't want to talk about this, Tyler.""Then please just listen."She sits up straight and looks me into the eye, waiting rather impatient."Please, Tyler. Can this not wait until later?"With that, I sit back
Faith is about believing. You don't know how it will happen, but it will happen.Sebastian is sitting next to me, holding my hand so tight that it is becoming numb. He has dozed off and looks so peaceful as he is sleeping. I do not want to wake him up; he has not had a decent night's rest in what seems to be ages. He stays up every night, every day; he is awake almost every waking moment looking after me. He needs these few moments.I am writing this letter as a token of my love to him, as a keepsake for him to treasure, and as a reminder of my commitment to us and to our life together."To my dear love,I want you to know that I love you, ALL OF YOU, and I always will. I am committed to our marriage until death does us part. At times, in moments of deep frustration, I may have questioned otherwise, but that was my immature way of seeking love from you when I should have been looking for you to fill the void in my temporarily wandering heart.Belov
...Jenna POV....Strength grows in the moments that you think you cannot go on, but keep going on anyway.That is so much easier said than done.This morning I do not have the strength to do anything at all. Even the dreaded steps that I need to the bathroom every time my body decides to give in is even too much for me.Much to Tyler's horror, I started getting really sick throughout the night. Now, this morning I wish I can say it is because I have morning sickness, but somehow I do not think it could ever be so bad.What is bad is Tyler insisting on holding my hand every time I do. I so wish that he did not have to go through this; in fact, I do wish that I did not have to go through this. But I guess that this is the hand that we have been dealt, and even though it is incredibly unfair, I need to find that strength that Tyler wants me to.But I can't.The sad thing is, I am going to die.So as Tyler takes me back for what se
…Tyler POV…So it has begun.We have been married for four months now, and it feels like just four months ago that we overcame this battle. In fact, through all the craziness of the past four months, it only but feels like we have come full circle. We are right back to where we have started.Well, almost.Jenna has Cancer.There is a lot of speculation and so many unanswered questions.This time, I am not worried about myself; this time, I am worried about the babies, and most of all, I am concerned about Jenna. I do not even know, and I have not even dared to ask what the chances are for Jenna to carry a full-term pregnancy. I guess being left in the unknown sometimes is far easier than having to know all the answers. For once, I can honestly say that I do not wish to know any of them at all.The only question?Where do I find not one but two miracles?Well, I am searching, but by judging the fact at the r
…Tyler POV…We have just come back from a great ordeal. Jenna has only just survived, should I even dare to say, an experience that could have gone different in so many ways with Brendan and then me with my very own near-death scare, now we are heading to the very same destination again. This is not something that one comes back from unscathed. I need Jenna to know that we are okay. This may not be tonight, tomorrow, or the next day, but everything is going to be okay.Now let me tell you a story of a man so lost and incomplete that he dwelled for years in trying to find that one thing that he eluded him so, love. The man that tells you that they do not desire to experience love and not be love in return is not only a liar and a fool. The craving to be loved is a desire that every man wants. I have that love for Jenna, and I know that she has that love for me. We can overcome all of this; we need to be strong.I, myself, am a strong person, but eve
...Jenna POV...We are getting the results of the tests back today.As I am sitting and waiting for Tyler in the bedroom, I can hear as he and the Doctor are having a full-blown argument over the phone. I saw that crushed look on his face when we left the Doctor's room the other day. He is feeling defeated once more again as we have entered the unknown. So he is at heads with the Doctor because they have not received the results. He is hurting once more again, and do I even dare to say it is my fault.So as I see him step through the door, it crushes my heart to pieces. His shoulders are slump, with his head hanging down to the floor. I can see his hands are trembling, and his knuckles are red; he must have hit the wall. The Tyler I know would not have done it; this is a broken man. I don't know where his pieces are to put him back together again. But as his eyes meet my concerned face, he forms the weakest of smiles around his lips. At least he is trying, but I