"It will all be fine, you'll be alright." I hear the words as I speak them out loud and I hope they sound convincing. But am I convinced?
"What kind of future is there for a child whose parents are not sure if they love each other?"was her question that lead to my answer. And I mean everything went fine for me, it really did. Chelsea and I have two wonderful children and live in a beautiful house in California, but lately things look a bit clouded in the Sun State. But where did that transition just come from?
Of course we do love each other and have done so since high school. I do realize that our story sounds a bit like a cliche, but I mean, it really happened that way. The Senior Prom Queen and King are still united, "Barbie and Ken", as my older brother always likes to say when he teases me. Take a photo of Chelsea, me and the kids in front of our house, print it on a postcard and there you have it: "American Dream", there you go.
Except that from now on, if you want to make it complete, you would have to insert Stuart as well. My unknown son. In his letter he said that he was 'dying to get to know me after all these years'. But I don't know if I want to meet him, if I want to meet a child whose parents are sure that they do not love each other and never did. That is to say his parents ended up in bed together, because his father, Finnigan Walker, had lived up to his family name and had had many too many at his buck's party.
Hanna, the German student, who is on her way to France, now hands a tissue to the crying pregnant Joana from Brazil. Joana reminds me of Chels back then, with her blonde hair and her slightly hysterical touch.
I have to tell Chelsea about Stuart. I have to tell her about him as much as we had to get married after we had been together since high school, it was simply the next logical step.
I have my answer for the distraught girl formulated in my head: "Joanna, a marriage without love can work, but it won't satisfy you." I take a deep breath and hesitate. "Joanna..", I say, and then the elevator goes up.
[I'm sorry but indentation didn't work, so I just inserted lines, where I wanted to use indentation ]
Just for the sake of clarity for the reader, I suggest you change this line, "I have it there, formulated in my head". If you write something like, "I have my answer for the distraught girl formulated in my head"
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