Late one night you were laying in bed with a bunch of snacks and watching TV. You finally got your son to go to sleep that night and was treating yourself, As you were falling asleep, you heard glass breaking. Not once but twice… as you get up quietly and grab a gun that was tucked VERY FAR away in your closet, You slowly go downstairs and check out the noise.

That’s when you see him.. he was there. In your living room and talking to your half sleepy son. Before he left to go to jail, you were pregnant with his baby. You wanted to tell him but that same day, the police came to your door and knocked on it. He was getting taken away and sentence 5 years for being an appliance for a robbery. Yes you were devastated but at the same time you were determined to hold down on him until he got out of jail. He did a bad thing but he treated and respected you with so much love and care.. he NEVER put his hands on you or even yelled at you in ANY type of way.

When you saw him sitting down on the couch and talking to your son.. it sparked something in you. You couldn’t move or even whisper his name.. your son was the first one who noticed you. He smiled and looked worried for you at the same time as he saw tears falling out of your eyes.

“Mommy..!! Why are you crying?”

He behind him and saw you.. he smiled softly and couldn’t help but not look away from you. He set your son down slowly as he cleared his throat and head nodded you to go over there to him. You managed to walk over there and look at him closely at him.. his cute visible dimples. The tattoo of your name on his forearm. Every time you two spent together throughout your lives came pouring out. You loved and missed him so much.