A fathers Sacrifice. The End Tribute added
shawnee:
I just found your story and I love it! I can't wait to see what happens next.
Ali:
yeah, what they all said!!
we want more ... we want more ... we want more ...
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Hofinator:
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:sign5: :grin: :happy1: :smt113 :violent2:
we want more!!!
dangermouse:
Yay, go Adam, he has got a spine after all :D Now he's got some serious grovelling to do.
flid:
Adam ran as fast as he could to his old flat. He ran over roads with out looking as cars honked their horns at him. He ran down the streets nearly knocking people over as he went, but all that was on his mind was getting to Morgan. What state would she be in? Would she tell him to get lost? Was it defiantly his baby? Was Melody even telling the truth or was this just one of her games? There were so many questions.
He saw the block of flats ahead of him; the light was on illuminating his second floor flat. He hoped she was there. He fished his keys out of his pocket as he ran; Morgan had forgotten to take them back, luckily.
He took the stairs two at a time, nearly running straight into one of his old neighbours and knocking her down the stairs. “Sorry.” He mumbled breathlessly.
The door was unlocked when he reached his old place. He opened it slowly, not wanting to startle Morgan. He looked around and saw her. Curled up on the floor sobbing.
“Morgan.” He said as the pain of seeing her like this flowed into his voice. This was all his fault. He had caused her all this pain. Maybe she was right a month ago when she told him to get lost.
He went over to her and lifted her up. “Morgan, its me Adam.”
She looked up at him with her tear stained face. She opened her mouth to talk, but her voice was scratchy from all the crying she had done since Melody left.
“God Morgan, I’m so sorry.” He said as he bent down to her and pulled her onto his lap. “I’m sorry Morgan.” He said again.
She clung to him as hard as she could as the tears ran from her face and down onto his shoulder. She didn’t care that she hated him, at that moment there was no where she wanted to be except in his arms.
He held on to her tighter, just holding letting her know that he was there for her. He would fix this, make it all better again. His chest hurt seeing her like this. He loved her and it was killing him to watch her breaking down.
He held her until her sobs stopped, until her body stopped trembling.
“Morgan?” he asked cautiously. “Morgan, talk to me.”
She looked up at him; her face was all red and blotchy. Her fringe damp and stuck to her forehead, but he didn’t care, to him she was still beautiful.
She looked down at her hand and he followed her gaze. Her fist was tightly clenched around a white piece of plastic. He moved to take hold of it and she passed it to him. Two bright blue lines shone out at him.
He brought his gaze back up to hers. “I know” he said softly.
She nodded as her eyes began to fill again.
“Morgan don’t cry.” He said as he wiped the tears from before away.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered.
He pulled her face closer to his and gently kissed her mouth. “You have nothing to be sorry for. You’re carrying my child Morgan. It’s wonderful.”
“Really?” she asked half laughing and half crying.
“Really.” He said as he pulled her closer again and rested his head on her shoulder. “I love you so much. This is the best thing that could have happened.”
“I love you too.”
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