Arnold's P.O.V (Anne's Biological Father)
Waiting for Elizabeth at the coffee shop felt like the longest time of my life. I was so stressed and worried that I arrived an hour before we were supposed to meet, thinking that the time would pass quicker if I was already at the coffee shop. That isn't what happened.Finally I saw her coming through the door and looking around to spot me. I give her a quick wave and then see her going to the counter to order her drink.I wonder if her favorite drink is still the same as what it was two months ago. I used to love to tease her about having a new flavor each and every time they released any new flavors and she would blush and mumble that there really wasn't a way to choose between some of them.Those were the good old days. The days I have gone to miss extremely since she began ignoring me. I would come to the coffee shop hoping to catch a glimpse of her sitting at one of the tables with her drink doing her homework or just reading a book.The dragging of the chair made me blink back to the present and focus on Elizabeth who had just sat down at the table with her drink and a pastry of some sort that kind of smelled really good now.She took a few deep breathes as if to calm herself before she spoke in her usual soft voice."Hi, uhm thank you for actually coming to meet me. There is something we urgently need to talk about."She said all the while she looked so stressed. I took her hand and nodded my head for her to continue.Even if it was the worst news that she could give me I would still be here to support her."So I uhm... I'm sorry that I just disappeared two months ago. I really wanted to call and talk to you I just felt so ashamed of what we had done and I didn't know how to handle it all." She said in one sentence. I barely heard everything. She caught her breath and opened her mouth to speak again but closed it again afterwards. I gave her hand a gentle squeeze and urged her to continue with what she wanted to talk about. I didn't think saying something now would be suitable as she was the one talking."Now there is no easy way for me to say this and I would understand 100% if you want to leave and never talk to me again." Her eyes started watering and she took a few breaths before she tried to continue again.Now she had me worried. "What's wrong? You can tell me. I love you. I won't leave you."She took another deep breath and I assume before she loses her courage she continues. "I'm pregnant!" She whispered it so soft I almost didn't catch it.The gears in my head started turning at what she had just said. Did I hear her correctly or did she say something else? " Wait your what?" I shouted at her making her cry even harder." Shit, I didn't mean to do that. " Okay shssss, don't cry. I didn't mean to shout. Please stop crying I'm so sorry." This didn't seem to help and people were starting to look at us funnily. I needed to get her out of here before someone did something to make the situation worse. "How about we go to my house where we can talk in private?" I asked, hoping she would accept, going over to her to hold her in my arms. She weakly nodded a yes. I stood up, helped her up and took her bag and then helped her outside to where my car was parked on the street.I opened the passenger side door for her and helped her get in. It was a very quiet and awkward drive to my home. Nobody said a word and even the radio was silent. When we arrived I got out, opened her door and helped he into the house and to get comfy on the couch. I sat down next to her. The tension and silence in the room was so thick you wouldn't be able to cut it with the sharpest knife out there.Elizabeth's P.O.V (Anne's Biological Mother)We sat in awkward silence for so long it was starting to irritate me so I started the conversation with some good old small talk. "So what have you been up to?" He turned to me and fiddled with his fingers. Something I had learned he does when he doesn't know what to say. "Not much and you?"So he was continuing the small talk. We needed to address the pink elephant in the room sooner or later and I decided that I would like to have it done sooner."Well I found out I was pregnant and that's exciting I guess." Que him taking a deep breath before talking again. Here come the questions and the rejection."Are you sure your pregnant?" "Well I haven't been to the doctor yet. I don't want to go alone, you know. I did take three home pregnancy tests" "Why don't you ask your mum to go with you?" "She doesn't have time for me.""O okay. Do you want me to go with you to the doctor?" "Would you? That would be wonderful please yes." We talked more and before we realised it was night time. Just like old times."I should get home." I turned around and looked at him before I went to the taxi already waiting outside. "Thank you for listening to me and not rejecting me when I told you that I am pregnant." He just came over and gave me a hug. It might be the fact that I missed him and his hugs but that was one of the best ones he has ever given me.Two months laterElizabeth's P.O.V As he had promised he had gone with me to the doctor's office. After all the tests were done the doctor informed us that I was indeed pregnant. Arnold asked so many questions it made me blush and try to hide in shame. He even went so far as to have an extra copy of the first ultrasound printed out for him to put in his wallet to keep it with him always. I tried to remind him that there would be more ultrasound pictures to come but he said that this one is special as it was the first time he was seeing our baby.He even said our baby. He turned out to be so supportive and helped me without asking questions or looking back.At our next and second ultrasound, we were excited to get to know the gender of our baby. What we didn't expect was to find out that we would be having two babies. Turns out that our boy was hiding his little sister at the previous scan. They were both in perfect health and condition. Once again Arnold had an extra ultrasound pictu
The day of the birthElizabeth's P.O.VMy baby boy is beautiful. I don't know what the girl looks like because the adoption agency took her right after the nurses cleared her safe to leave the hospital. I didn't even get to meet her or see how she looked. It would have been nice to know which character traits she got from me and which she got from Arnold. Speaking of which, he couldn't be happier. He doesn't even seem to be bothered by the fact that his daughter had been taken away as he has been staring at our son for the past two hours. It luckily wasn't a hard birth and it didn't take as long as they sometimes show in the movies and series. Mom made no effort whatsoever to be in my life anymore, so I had to make the hard decision and start forgetting about her in the long run. Arnold left soon after, as he had a shift to cover at work and as I lay there in the hospital room looking over my baby boy I was starting to feel reality sink in that I have this little person depending
Donald's P.O.V (Anne's Adoptive father) My dear Juliet hasn't stopped crying since we got the test results back confirming that she could indeed not have children of her own. Secretely I have applied for us to adopt a little baby and went through the whole process to get us confirmed and listed as adoptive parents looking for a baby. I couldn't bare see my lovely wife in tears any longer and did what was needed to be done. If she felt the need to hate me for it, then so be it, but I did what was necessary to get my wife back to eating, living her life and being there and present for me to love and cherish her. Ignoring the heart wrenching cries and sniffling I heard coming from the room again, I went to check the mailbox hoping to have a letter of approval in there that would hopefully get my wife's back to me. Hoping has become my only saving grace each time I have walked to the mailbox the last couple of weeks each and everytime just to have my hope crushed and having to continue
Seven years laterJuliet's P.O.V (Anne's Adoptive mother) Anyone ever feel that time just goes past way too fast? I feel this way today. It is hard to believe that it has been seven years that I have been a mother to dear Anne. It really does feel like only yesterday that we were blessed to adopt our beautiful baby girl but in fact today is her first school day. Me and Donald love her so much and we would do anything and everything for her. Only the best is good enough for her. Even with saying this we will be making sure that she grows up a kind hearted soul and not a spoiled brat. We took a while to decide in which school we would be enrolling Anne and we finally after visiting them all decided on a small private school near our home. Anne looked most happy there and the teachers are competent in doing their jobs.Donald made sure that he would be able to provide for his family. He started out as a bell boy at the local hotel and worked himself up from there until he owned it. He
Juliet's P.O.VI was so worried when she asked about pregnancy and that she wouldn't love us like she has these past years when she would find out that we weren't her real parents that I had to quickly think of something to tell her so that she didn't keep on asking too many questions now with me all alone. Donald was the calm and collected one in situations like these and he would know how to answer her to the ability of her understanding everything. We aren't naive and we knew that sooner or later she would either start asking questions about why we don't really look alike or something might happen and that would have her asking questions. We were prepared to tell her but we thought we would have a little more time to prepare before we would need to tell her this. After she picked her photos to use for school I went downstairs to put away the photo album. I heard footsteps in her room so I knew that she was busy in there. I quickly called Donald and told him what had happened and
Donald's P.O.V We went up to go and tuck Anne in as we had promised her before she went up. I first had to get the tears out of me and wash their trace from my face. I didn't want Anne thinking that she had made me sad when in fact they were happy tears. We were walking down the hallway when we heard this beautiful voice sing the one song that I would call special. It was the song that Juliet and I danced to when we got married first and it was also the song that Anne has loved to be sung to her when she was restless in the evenings. Mind you we weren't singers and it was off key but at least we got the correct words in and she seems to have learned and memorised them. I turned and looked at Juliet. She had tears in her eyes and she was smiling so bright. We started quitely walking to her bedroom where we stood just outside the door as quietly as we could while she was singing the last part of the song. She even added some of her own dance moves in. I doubt she knew we were stan
Two months laterArnold's P.O.VErnie is turning seven today. I can't believe that Elizabeth and Ernie have been in my life for the last eight years now. Time really does fly when you are having fun and that is exactly what I have been having with Ernie. The same cannot be said about Elizabeth. She is sad because she still misses the little girl that we had given up for adoption at birth. She doesn't show it openly anymore and she doesn't do anything for her on their shared birthday anymore, because Ernie is at the age when he would be starting to ask questions and we both don't want to be the one that would need to be answering those.Everything has been going better. Elizabeth has a job and I have a better one that is bringing in more money. We haven't struggled financially in a while, not that we are rolling in the dough as they say either, we have enough to get by and have everything that we need and that makes m
Juliet's P.O.VThe last two months have been absolutely wonderful. Anne's singing lessons are going wonderful and her teacher said that she has great potential if she does later want to continue on with her singing. She has the voice of an angel.Donald and I are very happy and we even sometimes get a little private show in the house. For her birthday party we invited all of her friends and we got her her favorite cake shape. She is absolutely in love with butterflies these days. The morning of the party everything finally started sinking in. My baby girl is seven years today. I will be blinking and then she will be all grown up at the rate that she is growing. All of her invited friends showed up and brought her the most amazing presents. She really loved the butterfly decorations and she absolutely loved the cake that was made for her. They had the most fun. They didn't stop smiling once. Pickin