He gently rubbed her back, just waiting. He kissed her forehead gently, just running his hand up and down her back, waiting until she got it all out, wanting it to be over for her sake. He sighed and waited.
"This kind of love is not a product of reasonings and statics--it just comes-none knows whence-and can't explain itself. And doesn't need to." Mark Twain
He helped her up and carried her into her bedroom. "I love you, Ginger. Everything is fine. You should rest now. I'll do anything or bring you anything you need. I'm here to help you in any way I can. I won't desert you. I'm here, okay?"
"This kind of love is not a product of reasonings and statics--it just comes-none knows whence-and can't explain itself. And doesn't need to." Mark Twain
Matt nodded. "It's fine. we'll...we'll talk about it when your feeling better. But..." he szighed and ran a hand through his hair. He walked over and sat beside her on the bed, making sure he didn't hurt her in any way. "Ginger, I love that baby your carrying already, for the sole fact that we made it...together. I want a life with you...I want you o be my wife and I want to have kids. That's wshy I can't give my baby...our baby away. I won't. And, no matter how much I love you, I won't let you just give our child to someone I donzt even know. Okay? That's final. Now...you should rest. Here's your cell. you can text or hollar if you need anything. i'll go get you anything you want as well, okay?" He stood up and walked toward the door. "I love you."
She felt a pang in her chest. A pang of hurt, not for herself, but for him. She couldn't say it back, even though she DID feel the same way. She only bit her lip and lowered her head, her black hair ocvering her face. She nodded.
"OK." she barely breathed.
he walked out and closed the door. Ginger felt her lower lip tremble. And a stray tear come out of the side of her eye.
We're meant to be one
I know we are...
If I am the Sky
Then you are my star... ™
He didn't know what to do. He had no idea what should be done. He sighed and sat down, running a hand through his hair. Did she even love him anymore? was he even important. He sighed. What was to be done now?
"This kind of love is not a product of reasonings and statics--it just comes-none knows whence-and can't explain itself. And doesn't need to." Mark Twain
Ginger sat there and thought for the longest time. He didn't want anything to do with her. She loved him. She wanted him. He just told her that so she wouldn't feel horrible, and so she'd keep this baby. Ginger whiped her eyes. She decided enough was enough, she opened the window, the window not making one sound as she opened it, she jumped out the window of the one story house and she started walking. She jumped the fence and headed off to go somewhere. She was just going to go to the mall, just the clear her head.
We're meant to be one
I know we are...
If I am the Sky
Then you are my star... ™
