A Life Worth Fighting by Brenda Kennedy

Author:Brenda Kennedy [Kennedy, Brenda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, love, suspense, boxing, intense action
Published: 2015-06-19T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five: Preparing to Fight

Robert

Leah’s last words were final. We can’t change it, so why discuss it. Because I have guilt and I’m sorry for making all the wrong decisions and making a bad situation worse. Of course, I don’t say that. But damn if those thoughts don’t haunt me daily.

“Thank you for reading to the kids today for story time,” she says, changing the subject.

“You’re welcome. It was nice reading to them. It made me realize how much I miss reading to Jamie.”

“Me, too. Maybe we can start reading to this baby now. I hear it’s supposed to be good for the baby to be read to and talked to in utero.”

“Really? I didn’t know that. We’ll start story time tonight, then.”

After the kitchen gets cleaned up, I find Leah in Jamie’s bedroom. My heart still skips a beat when I see Jamie’s bedroom door opened. It’s been closed for so long. I stand at the doorway and watch Leah searching the bottom shelves of the bookcase.

“Looking for a book?” I ask.

“Actually, I’m looking for the Bedtime Story Book.”

I walk in and remove it from the nightstand. “This one?”

She looks up from the floor and smiles. “Yep, that’s it.” I watch Leah stand up from the floor and walk over to me. She wipes her hand across the dusty book and removes a layer of dust.

“It’s been awhile since we read from this,” I say.

“It has.”

We both leave the room and I go to close the door behind me.

“Leave it open,” she says.

Leah takes a bubble bath, and I lie on the bed, looking through Jamie’s story book. The first page has pink crayon marks where she colored in it. I remember she was lying on the floor scribbling in it.

“What are you doing?”

“Coloring,” she said, holding the crayon tightly.

“That’s not a coloring book,” I told her. She looked me at me like I just spoke to her in a foreign language. I sat on the floor next to her and showed her the difference. “A coloring book. See the pages to color in.” I point to the pony on the page. “A storybook.” I point to the words and pretty colored pictures.

“Oops.”

“It’s all right, Princess. Color in this one,” I said as I moved her soft brown hair from her forehead.

“You look to be in deep thought.” I look up and Leah is standing there in a pair of black yoga pants and a hot pink tank top.

I hold up the book and show her the pink crayon scribble marks. “Jamie was coloring.” I smile, but it’s a sad, heartbroken half-smile.

Leah takes the book from me. She smiles, but she has tears in her eyes that haven’t yet fallen. “She sure left her mark, didn’t she?” Leah isn’t talking about the crayon marks in the book; she’s talking about the memories embedded in our hearts.

“She sure did.”

Leah climbs into bed and cuddles with me. I hold her with one arm and hold the book with the other. “You’ll need to turn the pages.

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