Synopsis:
“First comes love…then comes
marriage…then comes a baby in a baby carriage.” We’ve all heard this saying. In
fact, Elizabeth lived and planned her life by this children’s nursery rhyme.
What happens when life doesn't go according to plan? What happens when the life
you created falls apart? How do you pick up the pieces? When do you finally
realize what life handed you is indeed perfect, even if it was never part of
your plan?
Elizabeth “Beth” Thomas is a thirty year old senior associate at a law firm. Married to her college sweetheart, Grant, they have traveled, built their dream home, and are ready to become parents. They struggle with infertility. Grant wants a normal life again. He wants to go back to the way it was before trying to have a baby consumed their lives. Once they agree to go back to a “normal” life, life hands over a different plan for Elizabeth.
Elizabeth struggles with loss and heartache. She leans on her family, her two best friends, and her doctor. What Elizabeth doesn't see is that her life is going according to plan, only it took a different route to get there.
"Sometimes we plan our perfect life, but life tends to give us life's perfect plan.”
Elizabeth “Beth” Thomas is a thirty year old senior associate at a law firm. Married to her college sweetheart, Grant, they have traveled, built their dream home, and are ready to become parents. They struggle with infertility. Grant wants a normal life again. He wants to go back to the way it was before trying to have a baby consumed their lives. Once they agree to go back to a “normal” life, life hands over a different plan for Elizabeth.
Elizabeth struggles with loss and heartache. She leans on her family, her two best friends, and her doctor. What Elizabeth doesn't see is that her life is going according to plan, only it took a different route to get there.
"Sometimes we plan our perfect life, but life tends to give us life's perfect plan.”
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“I’m scared Grant, I don’t want us to be alone forever. I’m
approaching thirty. I know my window for babies is only open for a little
longer. I want us to have children, grandchildren, and
great-grandchildren. I envision us sitting in that formal living room
with our children opening Christmas presents. We even built this huge
house for a future family. It scares me that it will be just you and me
in this house. It scares me even more that you will get bored with just
me, and leave me for someone who can give you a child.”
Grant walks over and scoops me into his lap. I rest my head
on his firm chest. I breathe him in. I wrap my arms around him
brushing his long dark brown hair off his shoulders. I kiss his neck, I
dart my tongue out and lick the sensitive spot on his neck. He tastes
salty, and starts to shiver.
“Beth, look at me sweetheart.” I push my arms out and grab
his shoulder as I look into his deep brown eyes. He uses his thumb to
wipe away the tears on my cheek. “Sweetheart, I’m not going
anywhere. Whether we have a baby or not I will be by your side till the
day I die. I can’t fathom a life without you. We’ve been together
since we were twenty one, and we will be together till we are one hundred and
one.”
I give him a smile and a little chuckle. “That’s a long time
with me, you sure about that?” I snicker.
“It’s not long enough, I will need longer with you.”
I wrap myself back into him and grab his face and kiss him with
everything I have. He tells me to hold onto him. He stands up, and
carries me into our room. He gently places me in the center of the
bed. He lies to my side, grabs a hold of my chin with his thumb and
forefinger. He stares at me as if he is remembering every detail of my
face. “Sweetheart, I love you so damn much. We will have a family
one way or another. Just take a break for a while, for me.
Please.”
I put my arms around his neck and bring him to my lips. We
kiss long and hard. He puts his hand under my blouse and rubs my
stomach. My hands are in his hair trying to pull him closer into
me. I need us to be even closer. He yanks my blouse up and over my
head, along with my bra. Grant kisses my neck, then gives me gentle
kisses along my collarbone, down my chest to my breast where he starts to suck
and tug my nipples. With his right hand he fondles my left breast; he
tugs and pinches my nipple with his finger and thumb. Shocks of
electricity go straight to my core. “Grant, please I need you…please make
love to me.” Pushing himself up, he sits back on his heels, licks his
lips. He scoots back from sitting between my thighs. He
removes my belt, opens the button on my slacks, pulls my slacks off and throws
them on the floor. He puts his thumbs in the waist of my black lace panties and
leisurely pulls them down. He just gazes at me, full of love in his
eyes. I love this man more than anything, I love him more than any future
children we may or may not have. I look into those coffee colored eyes
and appreciate he is my family. I get lost in the taste of his mouth, the
slide and thrust of his tongue, and the sensation of his hands on my
body. He stands up and gets completely naked in front of me.
Leaning back down on top of me I feel his arousal pressed against my thigh. I
whimper and plead. I need him. “Please Grant…I need you.”
He fills me in one hard, yet gentle thrust. I moan into his
neck, the intense feeling was surreal. In that moment I felt alive, and
normal. We made love. The type of love that we haven’t made in a long
time. The type of love that has brought us back to where we should be.
The next morning we wake up entangled with each other. “Good
Morning, my sweetness. How did you sleep?” Grant says is his
morning voice.
“I was thinking, about what we talked about.”
“Beth, can we give it a rest for a few days? We just talked
not even ten hours ago about this.”
“Love, just listen and then I won’t bring this up for a long
time.” I roll completely onto him, and place his head in between my
hands. “Listen…One more time. All I ask is we give IVF one more
time and then we will look into other sources if it doesn’t work out.
Just, one more time and who knows maybe by the end of the year we will be
pregnant?”
He places his hands on either side of my cheeks. Licking his
lips, “Sweetheart, I would do this over and over, but it is you that I worry
about. Your body and mind go through so much stress. I just want a
break from it all. I am all for one more time, as long as you promise we
are done for a while. We can practice more on the old fashion way of
getting pregnant.” He says while wiggling his eyebrows at me.
“I promise, this is our last time…for a while.”
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