Life does not always go as you plan. Your best-laid plans are sometimes going to fail. The question is, how do you deal with failure?
Well, life is made up of these defining moments; it is up to you how you let these moments affect you, for they shall shape who you are and what you will become.
And as I stand here, afraid to take that final step forward, I know that the moment I do my life will be defined by the only thing that is going to make me happy for the rest of my life.
So with that final step...
I am standing and staring at the most overwhelming experience I have ever felt in my life. I cannot believe that this horny ass made that? If there would ever be something I did the best in my life, then this baby boy will be it.
There are no words that can describe the emotions that are flowing through my body as I peek very hesitantly into the incubator. A feeling of perfect warmth settles over my skin as a thousand feathers tingle my senses.
...Isabella POV...Life can be so unpredictable sometimes.You always seem to think that you have everything planned down to the very last moment, the very last detail with absolute perfection. You have your plans laid out and know when to expect what it is that should happen in your life at a certain time.But then you make one reckless decision, and everything gets thrown out of balance. The unexpected seems to follow you around the corner, and your life is in turmoil for the bad choices that you have made.If I had been more cautious and not acted on impulse, I would not have gotten into that car like a maniac and put the lives of not only myself but that of my child in danger. So taken that each cause has a reaction, here I find myself as a direct result of something that I could have handled in a far better way.But life does not always go as planned, and I can say that this is one plan that I am happy that did not go as it was supposed to pla
It has been two days now since our little baby boy was born, and I can still not get enough of staring at him while he sleeps so peacefully. Never have I seen something so precious and yet so fragile.These past two days have been very challenging, not only for our boy but for Isabella and me, as we go through the ups and downs of him being born so early.If I say that the things that the Doctor mention does not scare the living shit out of me, then I would be lying. Talking about survival rates and complications is near enough to drive any man beyond the fear that only nightmares should be made of.As things stand at the very present, we are patiently waiting for his blood pressure and heart rate to start stabilizing. He is hooked up to so many tubes and wires that my heart breaks every time that I look at him.My only desire is to hold him, and I can see that it burns deep within Isabella as well, but at this stage, the Doctor wants to move him as littl
…Isabella POV…They say that you can't push back a wave.Well, I am standing on the beach about to be pummelled.If I had known that day that I was going to break, I would have chosen differently. I could have prevented it all together; I would have. Through everything, I did the best that I could to stay alive.It was lurking in the darkness, just waiting to strike and make itself known.It took my dreams and left my life in pieces.It was like a shadow that clung to me every day. A companion that I have had for years now.I fell so hard and so fast that I had to be hospitalized for a week.Type one, rapid cycling with moods congruent psychosis, which apparently is a devastating and severe form of Bipolar Disorder.They told me that I had a mixed episode, which is dangerous. It has a tremendously high suicide risk, higher than a major depressive episode, which did explain a lot. Because when I decided to h
Isabella is hiding something from me.She has not been herself, acting rather over-stressed and if I dare to even say it, but she is more edgy and moody than what she normally is.We are taking Braydon home tomorrow and I can honestly not wait. Though the enthusiasm with Isabella seems to be lacking. I am putting it down to her only being nervous.But there is definitely something up with her.But putting that aside, we both have not had a decent night's rest for the past two weeks and from here on end it is not going to get any better.So while Betty and my mom are looking after Braydon, Isabella and me are going home for a much anticipated rest.With that, I lace my fingers in hers, and we make our way out of the room. Passing by my father, I only give him one nod, and we make our way down the stairs to the outside of the Hospital. It is with a slight bit of urgency that we find ourselves getting into the car and making the trip home in fa
…Isabella POV…I watch him as he is busy getting dressed. He is one of the sexiest men I have ever seen and probably the only one that I will ever be with.Clayton Jackson is definitely a price that any woman would love to have.So it is with nothing but that fucking gorgeous smile on his face that he leans over and places his lips softly against mine, "I need to go, boo."As I take his lips for mine to taste, I only softly whisper, "What time will you be back later?"He fumbles a bit, looking for the right words, "I am going to be a bit busy with Harrison, but I will come home as soon as I can."I nibble at his bottom lip for the last time, "Then I will see you later."And with that, he takes that goddamn tight ass out the door, leaving me rather frustrated.Well, I can… Let us rather think about this one.I will make my own appearance at Harrison later, he just does not know that
…Isabella POV…As my entire world comes crashing down in one ball of fire, I make my way bursting through the crowds that seem to have only but grown in the past five minutes. It feels like I am suffocating; I am slowly choking on the very breath that is supposed to keep me alive.I am dying inside, and god, it fucking hurts.I let my guard down for only one second.I am drowning in a pool of my own tears that is making their way down cheeks that are still burning from the rage that took over my body only but moments ago. I have never lost it like that before, I don't know what the fuck happened, but all I can say for sure is that not only did I scare the shit out of myself, but I did out of Clayton too.And it is that very Clayton that I hear short on my heels call out for me, "Isabella, wait!"But there is no waiting; it is not that I don't want to hear what he has got to say; I am so scared of what I might do to him. Until t
I guess at some stage in every marriage, the honeymoon phase becomes over. Well, that has now officially happened with Isabella and me. Now, if I say that we want to kill each other, then that is a slight understatement. We cannot be in the same room for longer than a few minutes before heading out into an argument. Isabella has become completely unbearable to be around. And after her stunt at Harrison, her behavior is completely irrational.This morning I am trying to sneak out of the guest room, which has now been my new room for what is now the second night in a row.We brought Braydon home yesterday, and I can tell you that I have never been so happy in my life to have him finally where he belongs. Although I have had to sneak in moments to spend time with him, Isabella has been doing her level best to keep him from me. I am writing it off to her wanting to spend time with him and rather not think that she is trying to keep him from me.So this morning, I am
I have moved out into the guest room permanently.Things in the Jackson household have gone from tense to nothing at all. Isabella and I barely talk to each other, and when we do, we find ourselves in an argument. I have stopped counting the number of stupid things that we fight over.Isabella has gone completely insane, and I mean that in the nicest of ways.She is working herself up to a frenzy every day. She is going on like a complete lunatic.I have found any and every reason to be at Harrison these days, and of course, I am having an affair with Galland's ex-girlfriend. Well, if I wanted to have an affair, I would have had it with Harrison's wife long ago. What is going through Isabella's head that I do not know? At this stage, I do not want to be around her anymore. If it were not for Braydon, I would…ya, let us not go there yet.So this morning, as I am trying to sneak in a quick coffee before I leave, I hear her coming from Braydon'