Coming Home

He walked up to her, saying nothing at all, placed his hand on the small of her back and kissed her so deeply. She couldn’t do anything else except respond accordingly. She kissed him back deeply, passionately; as of they had never parted for three years, as if it was just yesterday that their lips had met. That kiss taught them that no matter how much had changed within those three years, some things would always remain the same. Their bodies had the ability of remembering what felt good.

When he finally broke away, she was stunned. Stunned at how familiar it all felt, stunned that after what had happened, he still managed to find her, stunned that they didn’t say anything before kissing. He was not that type of guy.

She stared at him, studying his face. The square jaw line she had spent many hours just running her fingers across; the green eyes she had spent many hours staring into; the wavy hair that she had spent hours just running her fingers through. She stared and he stared back, as if daring her to say something first.

“How did you find me?” She finally asked, in a voice so soft you could barely hear her.

He moved in, leaning in towards her, his lips touching her ear as he said “ I have my ways.”

She pulled away this time, not wanting him to have a hold over her again. He could read her body language so well. He pulled her towards him and kissed her again, just as deeply as the first time. He broke away soon after and looked into her eyes. “We need to talk.”

She looked back into his eyes. His piercing green eyes that sometimes turned slightly blue during different times of the day. The eyes that she once got lost in and was getting lost in again. The eyes that opened her up, made her relaxed whenever she looked into them.

“Alright,” she said. She guided him into her living room and he took a seat on her sofa. Anyone could notice that there was a toddler in the house. The toys all over the place, the food stains on the fabric of the sofa, the pictures of her and a lovely baby girl all over the apartment. She shifted nervously as she saw him examining her home.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I know you, you weren’t interested in having children.”

“You still should have told me.”

“It was better this way. You had a plan, having a baby wasn’t your plan.”

“But I loved you, Linda. What do you think happened to me when you just left like that?”

“What do you think happened to me when you just left like that? Why did you find me? How did you know?”

“My mother passed away Linda, two weeks ago, and I was clearing some of her things when I found a letter from you and a picture of Janice and you.”

“She has your eyes. Everything I look into her eyes, I see you.”

“You should have told me.”

“I’m sorry your mother died. She as a lovely woman.”

“You should have told me.”

“I did what I had to.”

“You should have told me.”

“I’m not sorry for what I did. I still believe I did the right thing. You weren’t even sure if you wanted Rebecca or me. Telling you about the baby would just make you stay with me not for me, but for the baby.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t choose earlier. I should have known that what we had was special.”

“It’s in the past now.”

“Can I see her?”

“She’s asleep now.”

“Oh.”

“Why don’t you come upstairs to bed? We can start over in the morning.”

She kissed him lightly on the lips, running her hands through his hair before taking his hand and leading him to bed. They undressed without talking, both slipping under the covers as if they did that every other night. He pulled her close to him and fell asleep instantly with a smile on his face.