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Runaway Part Four
Published Aug 12, 2009


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Well, I'm married, to my soul mate. We had a wonderful honeymoon on a island, walked along the beach, collected shells and other wonderful stuff. Now we are back home and ready for the rest of what life throws at us.

Well, I'm married, to my soul mate. We had a wonderful honeymoon on a island, walked along the beach, collected shells and other wonderful stuff. Now we are back home and ready for the rest of what life throws at us. We moved into Bessie’s old home, it is beautiful place, so much space. I can see all her personal touches around the house, and I don’t think I will change much; the place is so light and airy, just perfect for raising a family. Is it any surprise that I found out I was pregnant. Davy is as excited as I am. He does nothing but talk to my stomach or feel it.

“So what do you think you’re having?” Davy asked me as he came over to me from the kitchen with my key lime pie.

“I don’t know, the baby keeps hiding from the ultrasound.” I told him laughing.

“Hmmm, going to be difficult then.” He chuckled as we cuddled on the couch.

“Do you care what we have?” I ask him, my voice going quiet.

“No, I don’t, we could have a little girl just like you or a little boy like me. But I don’t really care as long as they are healthy.” He reassured me.

I smile in content as I leaned against him even more and ate the rest of my pie while watching the new romantic comedy that we rented from the store.
I’m sitting in the taxi with Davy. We’re on our way to the hospital, I’ve started having contractions. I hold Davy’s hand tight and not just because of the pain. I’m scared; I don’t want to be like my mother. I’ve done nothing but worry about since I found out I was expecting.

“Everything will be fine Mika,” came Davy’s reassuring voice, breaking me from my thoughts.

“I’m fine,” I say as I try to smile for him.

“I know what you’re thinking about being like your mother. You won’t you know, you may have been worrying about it, but I’ve seen you, you’re looking forward to this as much as I am and we will enjoy this, being parents.” He smiled at me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

“What would I do without you?” I say to him.

“Erm, you’d be single, and enjoying the nightlife.” He laughs.

“The single bit yeah, but not the nightlife, never much into that.” I say laughing with him as we reach the hospital.
We’re back home, with the baby. Which turned out to be a little boy. We name him Luke after Davy’s father, he died not long after we found out I was expecting. Davy was the one to bring him into our home. All I want to do is sleep a little, I’m a little tired, but then fifteen hours of labour would do that to anyone.

Davy walks to the nursery and I follow, he turns and smiles at me, “Ready to see the nursery?” he asks, he wanted the room to be a surprise to me as he wanted to decorate it himself.

He unlocks the door and walks in, enticing me to follow. I walk in and look around; there is nothing but fairytale characters around the room. It looks beautiful.

“Oh Davy,” I sigh as I walk around the room, looking at the walls.

“Let’s put this one to bed and celebrate with a nice meal, a movie and a little bit of wine.” He said as he tucks Luke it to his crib. I kiss my son on his head, Davy doing the same as we then walk out the room and to have our celebration.
I’m so excited, Davy got a call from the boss of the restaurant, and they want to make him a partner. So he is going to discuses the finer points of the contract. This is one of the things that he wanted. He always wanted his own restaurant. Maybe, when Davy and I save enough, he can open his own restaurant. I don’t believe two years have passed already. Luke is now a toddler. He looks so adorable. He has my hair colour. But he looks more like his father. We have a quiet birthday for him at home. Nothing to exciting, since he has a little bit of a cold at the moment. Davy and I have been spending all our free time teaching Luke how to walk and talk. He is so bright and cleaver, he is picking it up so fast. When he first said Mama to me I cried for hours. I know Davy had a few in his eyes when he was called Dada. All I want to do is spend all my time at home, but I do work still. So I know I appreciate the time I do spend with him. I wonder sometimes if this was how my mother and father was when I was little. I do remember spending a lot of time with my mother when I was Luke’s age. Luke is now eight years old. He is still smart and loves to paint. He is always coming home covered in it. He just celebrated his birthday, and I felt so guilty. What he wanted for his birthday was for Davy and I to both be home all day with him. We have never missed anything important with him, I only work four days a week and Davy five. But we did make sure that we were home that day, and he loved spending it with us. Davy and I have booked a holiday and are going away for the week. Luke is excited since it will be the first time we have been able to both get time off together for this long. Davy opened his own restaurant and is always there, trying to sort out some of the chefs that he has employed, one of them is rather arrogant and if he continues he will be fired soon.

“Mommy!” Luke called to me as he ran towards the swings.

“What Luke?” I ask him, smiling as I watch him.

“Push me mommy, push me” he laughed as he sat on the swing and waited for me to get there and push.

Davy followed me as I walked to the swings.

We spent a wonderful week at the holiday park. Luke loved every minute of it. It was part reward for his brilliant grades at school. Davy and I loved it as well, spending time with Luke before he got to old that having his parents around would be… un cool.
Davy and I have gone out to celebrate. I’ve now become a World Renowned Surgeon and Davy has been getting a lot of attention from the T.V people. He’s a bit of a Celebrity Chef and his restaurant has been getting a lot of nice attention and reviews from food critics.

We left Luke at home with a baby sitter. He came recommended by our family friend, Michelle. The teen is new to the area, lives next door to her.

It’s nice to have these little outings, keep things romantic between us.
We get home and the baby sitter, Hubert, starts getting ready to leave as we quickly change into something a little more comfortable. Luke is still u and about he wants to paint again, it’s the weekend so we don’t mind him staying up late.

I pay him and start walking to the door, he seams a little hesitant to go so I ask, “is there something wrong?”

“Was your maiden name Davies?” he asks me looking a little nervous.

I frown and answer, “yes, how… why?”

“My last name is Davies as well. And I was wondering, well…” he stumbled and then blurted out, “I saw a picture of you when you and Mr Western were younger and I recognise you from a picture my mother has in the living room of our home. I had a sister, but she ran away. Mom, well mom said that she and dad argued a lot and it was always about her. Mom searched for her for years, until I turned ten, when dad died, she stopped. You look a lot like mom does.” He takes a deep breath and says softly, “I think you might be my sister,”

“What’s your mother and fathers name?” I ask him, I’m scared inside, that he might be right; he does look like my dad.

“My dad’s name was Mike and my mothers is Helen.” He answers, looking at me for a reaction.

“I…I… I think I am.” I stumble over the words. If this is true, then I have a brother.

“Here is her number, she still has an old mobile that she refuses to throw out in case you call.” He tells me as he quickly writes down a mobile number and leaves. Leaving me in shock.

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#10LS3alexisAug 13, 2009

Wow! The ending gave me a chill! I loved it! Great work! \:\)

#11spitzmagicAug 14, 2009

Oh wow, really good ending, looking forward to the next chapter..

#12PepsiChickAug 14, 2009

\:o whoaaaaaa I got goose bumps! hahaha
That's amazing how he was the baby sitter. Looking after his own nephew!
(Looks like her mother WANTED kids afterall >___>\;\)

#13MangioAug 14, 2009

wow. how did her brother turn up as the babysitter? \:wub\: cant wait and see how she will react. great part

#14soadinsane840Aug 22, 2009

I do like your story, however, I think the beggining happend too fast.  She really didn't have that rough of a time as a runaway and all of it just happened so fast.  I do like the twist at the end!

#15cjthedemoncatAug 24, 2009

so how old is her brother then..?

#16anura32Sep 10, 2009

Wow. Loads of things. Sad that her father died. He really did love  having  a daughter. Nice story.

#17starfall34Jan 31, 2010

I loved the chapter but it's weird because on my computer the only chapter's that show up are numbers 2 and 4?\:rah\:

#18Dec 20, 2010

thank you

#19Ben72006Mar 27, 2012

I wonder if everyone will get back in there own demetions, Be back with their own family and parents

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