I didn't think a barber is what I'd become when I was an adult.
Sailor Moon? Sure! That was a solid job choice.
Pop star? Sure, if they formed an American version of the Spice Girls.
My other option? Soap Opera Actress. I lived forAll my ChildrenandOne Life to Live.
Barber happened because my dad got tired of paying the guy down at the PX.
Since I learned to cut his hair, I started to cut for the soldiers in the area, using the back porch when my dad wasn't around.
The money I earned, I saved for my escape someday.
I saved and I saved and on the day that Logan left, I had it all in my pocket, giving me the world's biggest anxiety issue which was only topped by my broken heart.
The money?
I kept adding to it and even when I married Kent, I kept adding to it thinking that I'd have it to use on our children.
I heard the rumble of motorcycles outside the shop, and I looked up, my hand moving over my belly.
When the sound rattled the windows, I felt the baby shift under my hand.
It made me smile thinking that the baby was feeling the rumbling and recognizing it.
Logan had told me, every day, that he wanted to be the baby's dad.
And while I loved hearing it, I didn't know how that was going work.
Would he still feel that way when he saw the baby?
My heart answered that.
I felt the painful contraction in my chest.
It was calling me on my thoughts.
I'd been separated from Logan for years, but I knew him.
I knew that he meant it.
He wanted to be a father to this baby.
And I wanted him to be the baby's dad.
If we hadn't been separated from each other by my dad. We'd probably have a few kids by now.
Maybe more.
A car pulled past the window, and I looked up, a frown creasing my forehead.
Nothing outside looked any different from what it usually was.
Trees. The park across one street. The hardware store across the other.
Still...
I moved to the door and pulled it open breathing in the air.
