• As months passed Hara grew bigger and bigger. She was absolutely adorable and she knew it too. She was a daddy’s girl and loved it when Andy gave her attention. By the time she was almost one Andy and I had become pregnant again. “Hara?” I called her as I set the table. “Mommy!” She yelled as she jumped into my arms! I laughed and twirled her around before I put her in her chair. Andy walked in and I kissed him. He smiled and sat down. “How was your day Andy?” “It was good Zo, but I missed you!” “Well that figures I am your wife…..” He laughed and kissed me on the lips. I looked at Hara and marveled at how she looked do much like me, Golden red hair and Andy’s bright green eyes. Suddenly Andy gasped. I looked up and saw him on the floor looking like a dead man.
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    I sat on the hospital couch my mind wandering. ANDY!!!! I need you don’t leave me!!!! PLEASE!!!!! Tears flowed down my cheeks as I prayed he was going to make it through. When I called nine one one, the paramedics arrived quickly and they said he passed out due to heart failure. His condition was critical and the doctors weren’t sure if he was going to make it. My aunt and Andy’s parents were there in the all too familiar hospital, to support me and keep me together. Hara was with some family friends and she delightfully went claiming that she was “going to spend the night.” That moment the doctor walked in. “I am sorry, but he didn’t make it….” That all I heard as I ran out into the night and drove off…………………..




    Dr. Meadly, Andy’s Surgeon
    “Is she going to be ok?” I asked the Aunt and parents standing there with horrified looks on there faces. No one answered. There once happy faces were pale and drained. “If you need me I will be in the next room over…” I sighed. This had to be the hardest part of my job, telling the relatives he or she had not survived. Suddenly I heard my name being called. “DR MEADLY! HE IS ALIVE!” I turned and looked at my assistant a look of shock portraying off my face. Suddenly I came through, I yelled orders. GET HIM ON LIFE SUPPORT, TELL THE REALITIVES…….

    Zoee
    “Why did you let him leave God!? Why did you let him go!? He was innocent!? And now he is gone. Gone forever!! And he left a little life growing inside me. Why!? Why did you do this to me!?!?” I banged my fist on my desk and cursed in pain because, both physically and mentally, it hurt. I dropped my head into my hands and began to cry.... I heard the phone ring in the distance but I ignored it, thinking it was probably someone offering sympathy….I groaned. This is not happening to me…THIS IS NOT HAPPENING TO ME! I am 21 and I am widow! NO!!!!! I started to cry and drifted slowly to sleep……
    I heard a knock on the door. I got up to get it. It was Auntie. She said nothing but dragged me to the car. “Zo….” She said, “What?” “He is alive….” “HE IS WHAT!?” I screamed, tears of joy streaming down my cheeks. “Are you okay….?” She asked. “No auntie I am overjoyed, see it was before he passed out I was going to tell him that I am……pregnant.” Auntie turned towards me and smiled tear glistening in her eyes. She hugged me long and hard.
    I walked in and looked at Andy. I placed my hand over his heart and felt a beat. I sighed in relief. Andy was alive and my baby would have a Father. Every thing was going to be okay…………..

    Twenty Years Later
    My name is Zoee Jameson and I am forty one years old. It has been twenty years since the accident when my husband Andrew Jameson, experienced heart failure. I have six children, Hara 20, Samuel 18, Ariel 14, Jenna and James the twins, 12 and Allie 10. Andy is still a architect with his own corporation, and I am a stay at home mom. We have moved twice, to Minnesota (yes my hometown) and then back to California again. I love my life and I am positive this is the true Happily Ever After.