"Alex." My best friend. My lover. My wife calls to me. I walk out of the kitchen and into the living room expecting the worse. She stands still and I can tell the events of the day have drained her. Making my way to her I envelope her in a protective embrace. "Is everything okay? Are you...Is the baby?" I stammer before placing my hand over her swelled abdomen. For the first time in a long time I allow tears of relief to cascade down my cheeks.
"I was so worried." I admit while pulling her closer as if to assure myself that she is in fact real. "I was afraid you would never come back to me." The realization of what I could have lost hits me like a rock. What if one day she goes of to fight demons and never returns? How will I go on? Is this how it's always going to be?Swallowing harshly I do my best to pick up the pieces. "The fire went out." I reference my tortured home.
