Longing Hearts

I Love You (THE END)

As I'm running out the door and int the street I hear my name be shouted over and over again but i can't stop. Even as I run into Leo I don't stop. I don't care anymore about what happened in the past. What we had is long gone. I need too find spot.

"SPOT!" I scream over and over. The noises around me get louder as I run I don't stop i can't stop. So many thought run through my head.

I need too tell him that I love him. I have tried too avoid these feelings for so long but I can't anymore. I knew something was different about him from that day we discussed plans for the turf war.

Spot listened too me. He truly listened and I realize that he always did even when it was just asking me how I was he listened too my answer and cared.

I knew that I liked him from the beginning. I was just too stubborn too see it. Its not like how I felt with Leo. Leo was a sunshine feelings some infatuation. With Spot he annoys me. I hate him sometimes and sometimes I just want too argue with him too see who will win.

All the insane things I have done I have done thinking about him. Even when I thought I hated him he plagued my mind constantly. How could I not fall for him. The way he would almost kiss me but than pull away. His infuriating smirk that almost never leaves his face. Those stupid nicknames he gives me. I have too tell him.

I am running and running and running and everything seems too be changing rapidly. The buildings spread out and form a wall like one in a house. The ground beneath my feet is wood. I fall onto the surface. The sun is gone and its replaced by a few lights and a roof. Looking around me their is a million pages scattered each with neat handwriting, they all have small numbers on the bottom of the page. 37 pages in total.

"Spot!" I call out again not knowing what is happening. I look around and a door too the room I am in slams open.

Their stands my husband, disheveled and tired and stressed. Gods I love him. His eyes are wide in panic as he holds our three year old on his hip.

"What is it my love! Are you alright. Did the baby kick?" he says worriedly walking over too me. I than remember the child that is growing in me.

"Don't worry dear. I just wanted too tell you something" I say smiling at him and our daughter.

I look down at all the pages infront of me, all my adventures I had from meeting the wonderful man infront of me. The man I married. I still can't believe it. Years after I woke up and told him I loved him we got married. About 12 months later I had Amber Ivy Conlon. Now it has been three years and we are expecting. Spot hopes its a boy so he can name it after himself and Jack. I look at my family and the book I am making for my children. I want them too never forget me. I want them too know how amazing their father is. If anything should happen, this will be their for them.

"What is it Amilia? You are worrying us. Isnt she my Lamb?" he says looking at our three year old who nods her head in agreement.

"I love you Spot Conlon"

"I love you too Amilia Conlon."