Eighteen Inches
Eighteen Inches:
Bruce’s POV:
It was 3:30 in the morning as I cut my lights and pull into Betty’s driveway. It’s gonna take a while to get to California but we will get there friday if we leave tonight. At 17 with no friends, family or job out there waiting many would call us crazy but we have to go.
Her dad is a strong man that doesn’t approve of me so we decided that this will be the best way. I watch her climb out of her bedroom window and run my way. She gives me a kiss for the road and we are off for the rest of our lives.
A few months has passed and we are barely making rent on our run down apartment. She waits tables and I am a valet at the same fancy restaraunt. We are behind on the bills and the car is barely running. I saved up the tips I made and bought her a shiny ring. We were only 18 but I remember learning something back in school.
We may make some decisions that don’t seem to smart, while we are young and in love, but there is only 18 inches from our heads to our hearts.
At the age of 20 we are still struggling, just not as much, and happily married. We know we can’t really afford another mouth to feed but god we want one. She hands me the little white stick and my heart soars and I know that in less than 9 months things will change.
She wakes me up at 3:30 in the morning. “Bruce, ready or not our new life is gonna start!”
“7lbs and 18in,” the doctor calls out as he lays I crying baby girl on betty’s chest.
Even though we made some bad mistakes I still thank god for those Eighteen Inches, the distance it is from our heads to our heart.
Little Brooke grows up and we eventually decide to have another. Benjamin was born only 4 years later and both Betty and I dread their teenage years.