Caring for Brick was a breeze with all the help we had. Most of our family was there to fall back on if we ever needed a helping hand. We truly lucked out.
I think I was the one who always ended up with the night shift. It’s fine though, after all I used to work at a graveyard, so I’m used to being up all night. Still, caring for a baby was tiring enough to make falling asleep unavoidable, and oftentimes, I’d catch a few zzz’s when Brick did.
Some nights I even talked in my sleep, apparently.
I suppose one night I was feeling especially talkative.
“Marry me, Donna! Donna…Will you marry me?” I mumbled restlessly.
“Yellow?” Donna questioned, waking me up.
I scrambled to my feet, cautiously cradling Brick.
“Morning sunshine.” I greeted. “Everything okay? you look like you’ve seen a ghost!”
“Yellow… um.. You were talking in your sleep..”
“Oh yeah?” I chuckled, placing little Brickie into his crib. “I tend to do that, so I’ve been told.”
“Yellow… You asked me to marry you.” She said.
“What? Oh gee. I’m sorry Donna I hope that didn’t make you uncomfortable, I-“
“Yes.” She said, gently caressing my face. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Yellow.”
And just like that, my biggest dream came true, Donna and I were engaged to be married.
It didn’t take long for word to get out, and all my relatives from Pony-bones Island made a trip to Tres Lagos to congratulate us. They all had their own homes in Tres Lagos that they frequented often, so they planned on sticking around for the wedding.
Our wedding was small, but beautiful. A little backyard wedding with our friends and family to accompany us.
Salem was even there, and I even saw her smile. I think for that day at least, she was at peace.
We exchanged vows and rings.
And just like that, we were Mr. and Mrs. Darling.
With the help of our family and our savings, we spent a romantic honeymoon in France.
It was magical and unforgettable. Definitely something I’ll hold near to my heart for the rest of my life.
As time passed on, Little Brickie wasn’t so little any more. In fact, he was actually pretty big for his age. As for Donna, she wore motherhood so well.
Turns out, our honeymoon in France was even more special than we thought, considering we conceived another little one while away. I have a feeling this one will be quite the romantic.
There were many times that I took Donna out for some late night icecream trips during her pregnancy. This night was no different. We made our way to my truck.
Turns out we weren’t alone in the garage, however. My dad, the self-proclaimed prankster of the family was lurking around the corner, he planned on spooking us big time.
Well, specifically Donna in this case, who usually isn’t scared of anything.
“BOO!” He shouted.
Donna let out a piercing shriek.
See, we all thought Donna wet herself. Turns out, her little scare triggered an unexpected labor, and Donna never got her icecream that night.
That night, we welcomed our second son, Charm Francis Darling.
Kirsten decided to take up gardening as a career one day, so I went out to check on her after planting her first crop.
“Hey honey. Just the man I was looking for. I have a pretty big question for you.” Said Kirsten.
“What is it?” I asked?
“How would you feel about having one more sibling?”