Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
As I draw, I relive it.
The garden is filled with topiaries and jasmine-covered arches. Rex and I are strolling hand in hand.
Shrieks of laughter in the distance. A hide-and-seek game. I tug Rex’s hand, wanting to walk quicker to get a glimpse of the children playing in the labyrinth.
And I see her. A small child, only tall enough that her head comes up to my hip. Two dark braids down her back. She turns, and I catch the curve of her chubby cheek. She looks like me but has Rex’s dark eyes.
“I’m hiding from my brudders,” she tells me in her little girl voice. I lean down, and her eyes sparkle. My skin tingles with the magic. “I lub you, Mama,” she says sweetly and smiles.
When Rex rouses, I’m wiping away tears.
“What is it?” He orders a light on. When he sees the tear tracks shining on my face, he grows sober. “Did you have another bad dream? Another vision?”
“No,” I choke out. I don’t want him to worry, so I give him a watery smile. “I saw something beautiful.”
“What did you see?”
“Us.” I turn the sketchbook toward him. “I saw all of us.”
His brow furrows as he takes in the page. The face of a child with dark eyes. Rex’s eyes. “Our daughter,” I say and watch hope light his face. I turn the page and show him the rest. “Our sons. Our family.”
His head drops, and his body shudders as if he’s overcome. I know how he’s feeling. It’s strange to be so happy. Strange, but I’m getting used to it. It’s my new way of life.
I cup his cheek with one hand. “I love you.”
He turns his face and kisses my palm. His tears leave my fingers wet. “I was born to love you.”
In the end, we get to have it all.