When It All Falls Apart

“Emma.” I heard someone breathe in my ear.

“Emma babeh, open yer eyes.” They murmured against my ear.

My eyes fluttered open to see dad above me. My eyes filled tears, he didn’t look sick or boney or weak. He looked like the healthy man I feel in love with.

I sit up in bed, keeping my eyes on him. I reached out and touched his cheek. My eyes slipped out tears when my fingers touched solid flesh.

“Dad-”

“Las’ time I s’ill checked yeh were me fiancé.” He said with a smile.

“B-but yeh died fif’een years ago. ‘Ow are yeh ‘ere?” A few tears slipping down my face.

I wan’ed ta surprise yeh, babeh girl, bu’ wha’ eva yeh do don’ close yer eyes.”

“I can’ believe yer ‘ere! I cry everh night ‘cause I miss yeh.”

"I kno’ I see I’.”

“I ‘ave a confession ta make.” I said to him.

“Wha’s tat love?” He said nuzzling my neck like he did fifteen years ago.

“‘M datin’ our son!” I exclaimed with my head down. Knowing he would be ashamed of as my father, the father of our son, of me.

“I woul’ ratha yeh be wiff ‘im than aneh one else.” He says simply.

“Y-yeh mean yer no’ ashamed of me o’ Thomas?”

“No, yeh wanna know ‘ow I moved on from yer mum?” He asked. I nodded.

“Yeh, I star’ed a famileh wiff yeh.”

I woke up with a jolt. Thomas was sleeping next to me, or I should say half on me. My phone was buzzing on my night stand. I looked at the clock 3:45a.m.

Who is calling this time of morning? I picked up my phone and almost died just looking at the name.

Andy