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Cradled in my arms is my youngest daughter. Marissa is only four months old, still a tiny, wriggling bundle of love. I almost always get up for the early morning feedings, loving the time it gives me with my child. She's asleep now, full of her mother's milk I warmed from the refrigerator. She is so precious. There is nothing that can restore a man's faith in humanity quite like holding a sleeping baby in his arms.
It was that way with my son too. Chris was born a year after Laura and I got back together after repairing our broken relationship. He's a healthy three-year-old now, well past the "terrible twos" that never seemed so terrible to me. Alyssa is almost ten and mature beyond her years. I can already see in her the young woman she will be far too quickly for my peace of mind. She's gradually leaving childhood behind, though she'll always be my baby deep in my heart. She helps with Chris and Marissa both and loves them dearly. She cried so happily the first time Laura let her hold baby Marissa.
I love all three so much I almost cannot bear it sometimes. I didn't even know until Chris was born that a father's love isn't a thing that cannot be measured or divided. It is a thing that expands to encompass all of a man's children; certainly none of mine lack for any part of my love. It is there for all of them.
"There you are," I hear Laura say tenderly. There's no need for more words.
She's found me sitting in the dimness, my eyes swimming with the tears I let no one else see. I give up my little daughter to her mother, but only for a moment. Laura sits down on my lap and folds herself against me as she holds our daughter. She kisses me gently, searching out my lips and touching her fingertips to the salty droplets on my cheekbones. In the darkness, my wife and I sit, holding our youngest child...born of a love we almost lost.
End
- COMMENTS
TruthvsTradition9 days agoI’ve been a marriage counselor and have also experienced in my personal life much of what is expressed in this section of stories. I have focused on the best writers especially over past few the years. This series is by far the most realistic and profound of anything I’ve read.
Some great authors have commented that these writings can be well beyond titillation, revenge or erotic outlets. I agree. The reader is afforded the chance while reading to greater understand their personal experiences as well as the human condition behind it all. There is great value in that and it may even approximate, duplicate or even exceed what can be achieved through professional counseling…. Probably because of the non threatening vicariousness as a reader.
I commend you for choosing the resolution of your ending. It was evidently not as easily composed as that of simple revenge. You developed it all carefully well. Thank you.
Oldbuddy19 days agoLots of negativity in the comments. Perhaps from our own sense of right, wrong, wanting justice. What's fair, what's not. That is why this is good. It provokes thought. Whether we agree or disagree with Mark, most of us would agree with Carl. We can forgive our child, but we can not forgive our spouse. Interesting.
Anonymous25 days agoPretty obvious why the writer doesn't write anymore. In these times, his fragile protagonists would get slammed by the more multi-dimensional and heavily arced protagonists after the turn of the decade. Read this story after being referred to it by a remade version of it on another site. That story was SO MUCH better than this multi-part tragedy.
