He looked at the little boy that was fast asleep in the bassinet.
He's so perfect…
He turned back where Daria lingered in the doorway. They smiled at each other both feeling the effects of being proud new parents. She gestured for them to go into the other room. Once there, they found themselves feeling mutually awkward with an air of expectancy between them.
"Can I get you something to drink or something?" Daria offered.
"No thanks…" he looked back towards the room at the open door, "we made a miracle in there," Trent's voice was quiet.
"I know," she sighed. "That's one good thing out of the mess that I made in your life."
"You didn't do it alone Daria," his gentle correction reminded her once again why she found it so hard to ever be truly mad at him. "I'm the one that's committed to someone else. I'm the one that broke my vows."
Seeing the way he dropped his eyes in guilt and hearing the mournful way that he spoke touched her in a way that she hadn't expected.
"I really am sorry that- that- she got hurt. I never meant for-"
"I know." He looked at the woman sitting before him. She had become every bit as lovely and elegant as he had imagined that she would be.
"Can I ask if you are okay?"
He smiled at that while nodding.
"I'm fine- she and I are- much better."
I'm glad for you. I promise that I am truly glad that you're happy. You really deserve happiness.
"You deserve to be happy."
"So do you." He immediately responded. "I want you to have someone in your life that makes you really happy."
I had that once with you. I know that it's gone, but it still hurts just the same.
"I'm not trying to hurt you."
"I know." She smiled weakly. "I'm a big girl. I'm not going to fall apart."
At least not in front of you…
"I'll see you…"
She watched him leave and stood at the window for a while afterwards. Days of times long gone flittered through her mind. She turned back to the empty room, crossed it and made her way back to sit in the room with the rocker beside the sleeping infant.