Dear Finny,

I'm nine months pregnant. Our little beloved is due any day now and I'm scared. I'm scared that I have to do this without you. The Mothers will be with me of course but I'd rather have you with me.

I can just hear you coaching me through labor, telling me to breathe, when to push, my hand gripping your hand tightly as I push our daughter out of me and into this world.

I can also imagine you delivering her alongside the doctor or midwife. I can just imagine your ecstatic face and how amazed you are with yourself that you helped bring our child into this world.

I can feel the warmth of your body as you lean beside me to take in everything, but in that moment, the only thing that matters is us three. That's all that will ever matter.

Just then, little beloved kicks at my hand and I look down at my swollen belly and smile. She knows when I'm thinking about you because she kicks each time you pop into my mind. Sometimes I wonder if you got to meet her before she began to form in my womb.

What did you two talk about? Did you tell her stories from our childhood? Did you tell her I wore tiaras in high school or how you played soccer with your best friend, Jack? Did you tell her about your plans to become a doctor, or how I have always wanted to be a writer?

I'm still writing.

Did you tell her how we had loved each other our whole lives and we just didn't act upon our feelings like we should have a long time ago?

I hope you gave her lifelong lessons that she'll forever abide by.

I'll tell her to marry her first love, just like Aunt Angelina told me a long time ago.

I wish I could've married you.

I wish you would've stayed.

I wish you were here with me.

"Oh, Autumn,"

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Author's Note: Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed this first short little chapter I wrote! Like I said, I will be updating weekly on the weekends.

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