How To Keep Going

Watching the person you love most in the world be put six feet into the ground is probably one of the hardest things humans will ever have to do in this world.

Being the wife,now widow,of the person being put into the ground is much harder. But being pregnant with your first child who belonged to that person is the worst thing, the worst feeling that you could possibly have in this crazy,happy,sad,and lonely world.

Especially when the pregnancy,the death,and the love the two of you shared was all an accident,the happiest accident of your life.

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"Logan you need to eat your food. Don't you want to grow big and strong?"

Emmaline Wilson lived life the way any mother would when their child doesn't have a father, try to be both parents and swallow the painful feeling that she may never find someone as amazing as the father of her three year old son.

Logan had received his looks from his father,which was bittersweet for his mother. Having to look at something that reminded her so much of the love that she had lost,yet being proud that her son has some part of his father to hold onto. A rascal he was always causing trouble to the point where Emmaline thought she would never find someone to watch after her son well she was at work. Fortunately for her a close friend of hers has a brother just a year older than herself, straight out of college and nothing to do on a Sunday night.

So Emmaline found herself waiting for his man to arrive, whom she had met only briefly when with his sister, well trying to feed her son. Her friend had told her that her brother, Zachary,had always been very family oriented, trustworthy person. And she may have thrown in the fact that he was extremely attractive. Olivia had been trying to find her a nice guy that could replace Mason,her late husband,since she thought Logan needed a father figure and Emmaline needed love in her life once again.

A knock rang throughout the small one story house signaling that Zachary was most likely here. Putting down the dish she had been washing well watching her son,she made her way to the front door after making sure Logan was as presentable as possible for a young boy. She wasn't sure what she was exactly expecting when she opened the door. Knowing his sister, she had been able to form a mental image of what he might possibly look like. But the young man standing in front of her was not what she had imagined him to look like by far.

His dark brown hair that was nearly black looked as if he had only just rolled out of bed, but in its own way still looked neat. His arm was resting on the door frame and his sleeve had rolled up just enough for Emmaline to make out what she could only perceive as a tattoo. His eyes were the deepest most stunning shade of blue that she had ever seen which made her wish that she hadn't received her mothers her grey eyes but her father's bright green, it was the same dull grey that her son had received however he made them look livelier. Her son. Yes the reason that this man is here. How could she possibly forget.

"You must be Zachary. Please come in," she said to him hoping he couldn't sense her embarrassment as she looked over the portion of the house she could see realizing that she had barely cleaned, and that it was currently too late to try and cover any of the mess up. "Just Zach is fine. And I'm assuming that you also don't have a problem with me shortening your name as well Emmaline? Not to be rude but it is quite the mouthful."he told her walking into the small hallway that led off to the living room and the kitchen,where her son was currently attempting to eat.

"Oh no I don't have a problem with that at all. So Logan is in the-" A large crash sounded from the kitchen. Emmaline moved,her motherly instinct kicking in to make sure that her son was alright, with Zach on her heels to see what the sound could have been.