Harry inhales, long and slow, and then he shakes his head. “No, thanks. I’m good. I’ll come back tomorrow.”
I pat his leg and smile. “Good boy.” He really is healing.
As we drive around the lake and towards the chateau, I decide I will blow up one of the small, cute photos of Harry, his sister Amanda, and Tusk. I will then frame it and hang it.
We need to celebrate special moments and the magical people in Harry’s life.
And ours.
45
HARRISON
We arrive home, and I am calmer. Calmer than I’ve been in a decade. I had no idea how wired I’d become, and enough is enough.
I am serious about our plans, and I am serious about building a family.
On the way to Texas to get Samantha back, I realized I could not control everything.
Holding on too tight, plus not loving anything new, simply because everything one day will die, was foolish.
I also realized life is a cycle, and everything is born, it grows, it ages, and then it dies.
Death will always be around, and I should not fail to embrace people or beings because of it.
I will die, and one day, we all will die.
Not getting fully involved in living or loving iswrong.The best thing I can do is love Samantha with all my heart and leave something to the world.
Spending time with Samantha is everything to me now.Creating love and creating life is my focus, and that means small feet in the house.
And it means children.
I want to see my mother and my sister again, and the only way I can kind of get close is by creating mini versions of them, from us.
Sure, the DNA won’t be exact, but we can create gentle and kind darlings.
Darling new family members, who will be themselves but have slices of our family and us within.
Creating life is the last thing I imagined doing five years back, but it now dominates my mind and my imagination.
As Samantha drivesus up to the chateau steps, I am slow in climbing out. I step onto the back seat, and then carefully onto the boot of the sports car. I then look up.
“Babe, what are you doing?” Sam asks, holding arms of flowers and honey.
“We need to renovate!”
“What?”
“I still love it, but it may be stale. We need to think about the future, not just the past.”
I drop down next to my girl, and Sam rests a hand on my shoulder. I hold her close. “If we are building a family, you need to put your stamp on the place, and together, we turn it into a home. It’s as much yours now as it is mine.”
Sam raises a brow, and she kisses my cheek. “In time, dear.”
I then remember a nasty top of hers. The one with way too many patterns. “Actually, but not too many weird patterns, that top of yours with?—”
“It’s kind of weird,” she says, cutting me off.
