Originally posted by petlover
Check what? I need to know. Bad. You know when I just read that little part. " Our love only grew stronger" I could feel wind and the smell of fall wrap around me, I could also feel leaves falling in my hair. The smell of Fall had gave birth again! I loved it. more
Wow... funny you say that, Jan... That's scary... fall had given birth... read on my friend.

The days passed and our love only grew stronger. I think the “fight” was good
for us, it gave us a sense of what we meant to each other. Needless to say, we
we’re like the “old Kersey and Graham”.
The days dwindled down to our wedding. It was almost 3 weeks until the big
day. But I had this really weird feeling that I needed to check something. There was
a huge knot growing in my stomach because of it.
The next day I came up to Graham while he was at the kitchen table. My
hands were shaking, my forehead sweating. I didn’t know if he would be ready to
hear what I said. I sat down at the table across from him. I folded my hands and took
a deep breath. I opened my eyes again and looked over at him. He was staring at
me.
“What is the matter with you?” he asked me.
“I-I... I...” I stuttered. I closed my eyes again and regained my composure.
“Graham... we... I...” I stuttered again. I felt a lump in my throat.
“Kersey, please, what’s wrong?” he asked again, reaching across the table
and holding my hands in his.
I pulled something out from pocket of my jeans. It was a small box, about the
size of a necklace box or something. I slowly placed it on the table; my hand still
shaking, making the box make a rattling noise on the table. Graham didn’t reach for
it right away.
“What is this?” he asked, finally picking it up. I opened my mouth and tried to
say something, but nothing came out. He released my other hand to open the box. I
put my hands to my face and closed my eyes. I swallowed hard, debating whether I
was happy, scared, sad, afraid, whatever.
I peered through my fingers to see his emotions and reactions. He opened
the box and looked inside. Then he set the box down.
“This... what?” he asked, puzzled.
“Baby. That means I’m having a baby, Graham.” I managed to say. I looked at
him again. He had this mixed expression; happiness and disbelief.