Good Luck.

Bye.

"Wayne?" I asked about to kiss him.

"Yes Victoria?" He asked pulling my chin up to pull my lips onto his.

"When do you have to leave?" I asked, shredding a tear.

"Hey, hey. Don't cry. Don't worry about that. I'm here right now. I'm here with you forever," he said wiping the tear away from my cheek. He kissed me gently. Cupping his hand on the back of my neck.

He pulled back. He stopped because of his phone. It was ringing. He looked at it and looked back at me, "I have to go. I'm sorry Victoria. I'll be back soon."

"Will you?" I asked without hesitation.

"Don't say that. I will," he got up, pulling me with him. He grabbed my waist and pulled me into his warm, strong hugs. I cried into his shoulder. Tears shredded down to quickly. I couldn't stop them.

We both heard a honk and glanced at the door.

"I have to go."

"Wayne, wait," I said watching him walk out the door with his bag.

"What hun?" I knew I would never hear that again.

"I- Good Luck." He smiled, gave me one last kiss and hopped into the truck. It drove away, picking up gravel and dust.

"I'm pregnant," I said as he drove away from the house. I reached my hand out, but pulled it back quickly.

I rested it on my stomach.

Good Luck.

R.I.P Uncle Mike.
7/16/10♡