Cathy couldn’t help but to admire the way that Chris held their baby. He was such a good husband and father. She had no idea how she had gotten so lucky. The way that Marc touched his face, told her that he loved him so dearly. When she had first found out that she was pregnant, she had been scared. She didn’t know if there was enough love in their household for a baby, but once she held her son in her arms for the first time she knew she would be a great mother. Being a mother suited her well and she loved every minute of it.
Little Marc motioned towards the ground and Chris set him down. He ran off towards the ocean and Chris ran after him with a smile on his face. “Thanks for watching him Marion, it means so much to us that you want to be involved in his life,” She said as she genuinely thanked her. “You’re a great grandmother.”
“Don’t mention it, dear. Watching him has been a joy. I love every minute of it. How could I not love a little boy who was named in honor of my son? He’s such a delightful little boy too. With that long blond hair and those crystal blue eyes, he’s going to be quite the heartbreaker when he gets older.” She smiled as she watched Chris play with his son near the shore.
“Oh, he will. But don’t tell him that. I don’t want him to get a big head,” She said laughing. “I’m so glad you were able to be in our lives. I worried about you after Marc died and I am happy to see you out of your depression. Little Marc absolutely adores you. I hope you know that. You have been a great nanny and grandmother to him.”
Over the past three years, Cathy had stayed in constant touch with Marion. Not only was she one of the sweetest ladies that she had ever known, she had been an excellent grandmother figure to both Cathy and her son. Cathy had often joined Marion for tea at her house. It was nice to have someone to reminisce about the good times Marc had in his life. It had helped both women get through the grieving process faster.
When Cathy had her son, she couldn’t have thought of a better name for him than Marc. Even though her son looked nothing like the late Marc, she could tell that he had the same spirit. Maybe one day he would become a surfer like his godfather had. Cathy could only imagine the possibilities, but she knew one thing for sure. She loved being a mother. Every second of motherhood was something new and exciting. She couldn’t wait for the years to come.
“I love little Marc to pieces. I love him as if he is my grandson and to me he is. I feel honored that I have been able to be a part of your life. I know I will die a happy woman,” She said. “When my son died, my world was crushed. I thought that I would die as a lonely, old hag. That day that you knocked on my door was really a turning point for me. Not only did I gain a friend, I gained a daughter.”
“We have all been very blessed. To think that something positive would have come out of all of this is crazy. I’m just glad that things ended up the way that they did.” She took a seat in the sand as Marion slowly sat down beside her.
Chris and little Marc ran up the sandy dune to sit next to Cathy and Marion. Marc sat in her lap and Chris sat down beside Cathy. He put his hand on her thigh adoring both her and his son. All four of them sat there in peace, looking up at the sky taking in the sunset. The blue sky had turned into a florescent red and illuminated the water. The red sky showed signs of promise, hope and love. From here on out, Cathy knew only good things were to come.
The End
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