Jed’s Point of View
Even though I may have tried hard, life around our home just wasn’t the same. Of course me being me, I put on a happy face for the kids. I couldn’t have them seeing mommy and daddy worry so much. They may be small, but they’re not stupid.
“Ophelia… where’s daddy??”
“Here he is!!”
Got her every time. She just couldn’t help but laugh at me. That’s either a good thing… or a bad thing. Eh, she’s small… I’ll let her enjoy it while she can. Just a smile on her face, is more than enough for me. I wish I could see that same smile on her mother. Sadly all I see is tears in her eyes, and pain on her face. It worries me because every time she stresses herself out, I wonder what it’s doing to our little baby…
Speaking of smiles on someones face… Kim has been doing so much better since she talked everything out with Makenzie. She’s always helpful around the house, she gives Luke undivided attention, and she even tries to talk to Makenzie. She feels it only fair since Micki helped her out of her depression, and into the hands of a professional. We got a girl therapist this time… just to be safe.
His new trait is friendly. That makes him now have two of the same traits his father has…
Then there is the cherry on top of everything: Noah. That kid has the largest imagination I have ever seen, and he is so bold! He is not afraid to speak his mind or try new things. It’s easy enough to say, he doesn’t always see eye-to-eye with everyone around the house. He doesn’t try to get on people’s nerves, it’s just in his nature. He’s a good kid though, even when he picks fun at his baby sister-
-or chases stray cats around the yard…
“Aw, come on kitty!! I was only playing, come back here!”
“Noah, I’ve told you 100 times! Stop chasing those dirty cats! Your mom isn’t going to be happy if one bites you, and you get rabies!” I shouted to him. Oh why does he have to be the kid that drags home dead squirrels, and injured birds??
“But dad! I almost had that one. I swear-“
He sighed, “Ugh, I promise I won’t get no, uh, those things you said!”
Oh, I love it how a 5 year old thinks he knows everything…
Makenzie’s Point of View
No matter what I tried, I could never distract myself long enough to not think about my father. I would write for hours on end, just trying to work my mind around the fact that he could die at any given time. Jed and I set a date for our wedding, but, I still fear he won’t be there to watch me walk down the aisle. To see me wed to Jedidiah, and watch me take off out of those chapel doors in a complete wedding bliss. I wanted my wedding to be a happy time, not a time where I’m so miserable I can’t even enjoy something so magnificent.
I mean, just look at him! He can’t even walk without a cane, and the help of my Dad! He’s lost all of his hair, and he has trouble breathing. How can I look at my Pa pa and not cry every time I see him? I love him more than anything, and now some sickness is stealing him away from me?! How is this fair?! WHY can’t I ever have anything stay good for me? Why does life hate me SO MUCH!?
I remember the other day I passed by him in the living room, he was gently singing Phea to sleep. My mind just pictures a day when my daughter won’t ever be able to see or hear her grandpa again. Where she won’t be able to sit on his lap, and laugh as he tickles her soft little tummy. I always wanted my kids to grow up around my parents, then to have their kids grow up around them! My kids will never to get to know how wonderful my Pa pa really is. They’re so small that he will only be a distant memory in the back of their minds when they’re older. My Pa pa is such a strong and devoted man, to see someone like him stolen away by cancer? I can’t even begin to describe how that makes me feel inside…
I don’t even see the point in trying to sleep anymore. I always just lie there with my eyes wide open, and thoughts training through my mind. Ever since that news was slapped at me some odd weeks ago, I just haven’t been myself. It’s safe to say, that I’d reverted back to some of my old habits. I’d try so hard not to, but when I’m upset I just want to shut the world out. It’s hard to do that with a Fiance and 2, make that almost 3, kids. They beckon for my attention, but I just can’t give them enough of it. I’m too heart broken by the fact that my father… is dying.
Okay, Makenzie… you can do this. Breath in, breath out. I’ve anticipated this day for weeks now, yet I’m still a nervous wreck! This is a happy day for me, why am I making it that much harder? I mean, my whole family is here! Including my Pa pa! So I want to make it the best that it can be…
“You ready to walk down the aisle with mommy?” I whispered to my stomach. I was only around 4 months, and you could only tell I was pregnant if you kind of squinted at my stomach. Okay, distracting myself… I need to do this. I want to do this.
I peered out the door, just to get a good look around. Jed smiled to me, and my stomach just flipped. He’s waiting for you, Makenzie! Look how handsome he looks too. In his black suit and lavender tie. He even let me choose the colors and only fussed once.
“This is it…“
I opened up the doors, and the wedding march started to play. I’ll admit, I felt like I was about to barf, but I kept my head up and just walked slowly down the aisle. Everyone around me stood up, and smiled widely at me. Yea, like that didn’t make me feel more uncomfortable. I hate being in front of people as it is. Jed just kept mouthing “It’s okay” and telling me to keep my focus on him. I don’t know why, but this dang aisle seems to just get longer and longer…
Taking a deep breath I stood in front of Jed, and smiled wide into his eyes.
“Are you ready?” he questioned, taking my hand gently into his.
Putting aside the nerves, I can honestly say I’m ready to marry Jed. To actually be someone’s wife… Me? Who would have thought?
I nodded my head. “Yes. More than I ever been.”
“Makenzie, there just isn’t a word to describe the love I feel for you. From the first time I saw you, I wanted nothing more than to be with. I wanted to hold you close, and tell you no matter what happens, that I will always be there to protect, and love you. Makenzie, you really are my entire world. There is nothing that I wouldn’t do for you. I mean that with ever fiber of my being, I truly love you.”
“Jed, I know it hasn’t been easy trying to love someone like me. I’m not the easiest person to get along with, but… you never gave up on me. From the moment we met, you were always there with an ear to listen and a shoulder to cry on. Jed no matter what other men have told me, I know for a fact that you really love me. You’re what makes my darkest hours seem so bright. Thank you for always being there for me. I love you so much, Jedidiah. I always have, and I always will.”
“You may now kiss the bride.”
And with a simple kiss, we were joined together as husband and wife. Everything about this one precious moment just felt so right…
“I’m so proud of you, my baby girl. I told you, you were a princess, and I meant it with my entire heart.”
“Yay mommy and daddy!” Noah cheered “I’m happy you guys are, uh, married now… but please stop kissing it’s gross!”
Don’t know why I would of expected anything less from him. After all, he’s our ‘special’ little boy…
“Noah!” My dad gasped “Shush!”
“Aw come on granddad…”
Jed’s Point of View
It didn’t even bother me that my son was making faces, and then shouting for us to stop kissing… nothing could make me feel unhappy at this moment. I’m finally married to the most beautiful women alive, what the hay do I need to be upset for?
“Well…” I laughed “Guess that means it’s time for one thing then…”
“Oh? And what might that be?”
“Aww…” Makenzie sighed “But it’s so pretty, do we have to eat it?”
What does she mean?! Of course we have too! It’s wedding tradition that the bride and groom cut, and then eat the cake. Plus I’m starved… It’s been calling my name for the past hour.
“Yes, wife. We have to eat it. Don’t worry, I’m sure someone took 100 pictures of it…”
Micki shoved my arm, “Leave my dad alone. He just wants to remember this moment…”
She closed her eyes as I grabbed the knife. “Ohhhh…. I can’t watch!”
Oh come on, it’s a cake… I’m not chopping off a limb.
“Suit yourself! More for me!”
It was such a long day. The reception went on for about 5 hours, and we had to clean up afterwards. We didn’t arrive home until around 8:30 and by then the babies were fussing, and Noah was giving us a hard time going to bed. It’s safe to say I’m ready for a long nap…
“Jed, I took a shower… but I feel like such a dirty girl. Do you know anything that could help with that?”
Suddenly… I’m not so tired anymore.
“Well…” I grinned, lifting myself up “Maybe if I removed your towel… maybe that would help?”
She giggled, then took a step towards me. “You know? I have a better idea…”
“How about I just do it for you?” she smiled, removing the towel from around her body. “Now, let momma show you a good time…”
Ohhhhh… wedding night… how I’ve looked forward to you.
Months just seemed to fly by in our home. Each and every day seemed better than the next, and we were almost certain that Scott was going to live to see our newest addition. It made Micki ecstatic to know her father would be there for our last baby. It made me happy to know that number three is the last baby. I love my kids more than anything, but I just can’t handle anymore. Once this final baby is born, it’s safe to say I will happily get myself ‘fixed’. Okay, maybe not happy per se… but what other choice do I have?
“Phea?? Didn’t I put your little butt in bed?”
She got startled by the sound of my voice, and quickly dropped to the floor. She just looked up at me with this little grin.
“Well, Phea? Didn’t daddy put you in bed?”
“No, Dadee.” she grinned wider, stifling giggles.
“Yeah, alright Miss Fibber. Come on, time to get back in bed.”
Noah still kept up with his ‘cat wrangling’. No matter what Micki or myself said to him, he thought it was in his best interest to play with gross street cats. One time he even brought one inside. I swear it was missing a chunk of it’s tail and it had a lazy eye. I don’t think I ever yelled at him more than I did on that day. Maybe I should just get him a cat of his own?? Maybe then he’ll leave the dirty ones alone…
“Noah, I know you’re not playing with those cats again!!”
“No daddy! … Don’t worry Goober, daddy won’t find out.”
Makenzie’s Point of View
It was a Saturday night around 9:00. I had just finished getting the kids to bed. Jed was in the kitchen putting away the leftovers from dinner, when I decided to go check on my Pa pa. Last I left him he was watching some random show on TV. He asked me to come join him after I was done with the kids. I try to treasure every last moment I have with him now. Crying and avoiding him only made me miserable. I need to savor all the time I have with him, while I still can.
“Pa pa, the kids are asleep now. I can finally join-“
My heart dropped into my stomach. I just stood there motionless for minutes on end trying my hardest to say something.
“PA PA?!” I finally sputtered out “Pa pa say something!!”
Why was he on the ground like that?! Oh please. Oh god please, no!
I rushed over to his side, and dropped down on my knees. I reached my arm over to feel his neck – no pulse. I didn’t know how to react other than to break down and cry. My Pa pa was laying cold and lifeless on my living room floor! How could he have just died like this?! He was just fine only an hour ago!
“GOD NO! PLEASE! Not my Pa pa! Please!”
I tried shaking him awake. I grabbed onto him and begged him to wake up. He can’t be dead! He just can’t be!!
After trying a few more times, I just threw myself back and cried harder. I didn’t want to accept that he was dead! It’s not fair! He was suppose to be here when my baby came, he was suppose-… Suppose to always be here for me.
“N-no…. no you can’t be dead…. Pa pa please w-wake up….”
I don’t know when he came in, but the second he saw me on the floor next to my father… he gripped me up from the ground and told me I needed to get out of here.
“Makenzie, now, please. You need to get out of here right now.” He begged, trying his hardest to shield my view.
“NO! That’s my Pa pa! I can’t leave him! J-Jed, p-please!” I cried, trying to find a way around him. He was too strong for me, and kept holding me back. I just wanted to be with him! I can’t leave him like that!! He has to wake up… H-He has too….
“Makenzie please, you don’t need to see this! Please, sweetheart.” he cried out “I need you to go into our room, while I call an ambulance.”
Tears continued to pour down my face as I begged Jed to let me stay. He just wasn’t having any of it, and geared me towards our room. I didn’t want to wait in the room! I wanted my Pa pa!!!
Only mere moments after he left the room, my water broke and pain was inflicted through my entire body. NO! I can’t go into labor, it’s too soon!! I still have 2 months!
Thanks for reading! I know, it’s such a cruel way that Micki found her father. She was getting hysterical though, so Jed did the right thing by leading her away from him. The stress still caused her to go into an early labor… Let’s hope the baby though, isn’t under the same stress…