Through It All
Part 3
*Justin's POV*
"What am I supposed to do momma?"I cried in her arms as she cradled me like when I was younger. "I c-c-can't live without. I can't. W-we had our whole liv-ves in front of us. We were just g-g-g-getting started."
My mom rubbed her hand up and down my back under my shirt trying to calm me but there was no use. I was distraught. Nothing and no one could help me.
"What about the k-kids? T-they can't live without their mother. They won't understand," I cried out in hysterics.
"Did they say what happened?" My mom asked.
"They said she was at the wrong place at the wrong time. Security footage showed a shooter shooting from the back and I guess the girl he wanted look-ked like A-Aubrey," I said closing my eyes as I said her name. "He shot the wrong person. He ran off and they can't find him. They didn't even know who he is."
"God has a way of working things out. He will get what he deserves," she said wrapping her arms around me as I cried into her arms, not knowing what else to do.
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I didn't sleep much. How was I supposed to? The love of my life was gone. I couldn't do anything but cry, holding her pillow close to my chest.
It still smelled like her. Like she did that evening she left.
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"Do you really have to go?" I asked. "Can you go tomorrow when Kade's in school, and Sky's in daycare? Let's just cuddle now."
"You know we both have work tomorrow. I have to do it now or we won't have what we need for the rest of the week," she laughed leaving over to kiss me.
"You made a good point. Let's both call in sick tomorrow. We can play hooky for a day like we used to do in high school," I said winking at her, playfully slapping her butt.
"Justin," she laughed shaking her head. "You know that right there is what got us Kayden."
"It also got us married and gave us Skyar," I pointed out.
"Do you think we will would have married if it wasn't for Kade?"
"I was planning on proposing to you the moment we got out of high school, Kayden just make me be able to do it sooner," I smile stoking her hand softly as she sat in my lap.
"Okay now I really have to go," she laughed jumping off me giving me another kiss. "Children I'm leaving!" [ end italics ]
That was my last memory of her. I admit it was better then fighting for the last memory. Aubrey and I never really fought much. We also got along so well. It was exactly like I feel in love with my best friends. Which, admiringly, made my loss a million times harder because not only did I lose my wife, the love of my life, but also my best friend.
Aubrey and I met way back in 7th grade, and instantly became friends. As we grew older we became closer and closer. In the the 9th grade, I asked her to be my girlfriend. So I guess in a way you could call us high school sweet hearts. Soon we became almost inseparable. We would always be at one of our houses or parks or lakes, anywhere as long as we were together. The summer before junior year, Aubrey and I found ourselves in some trouble. We found out she was pregnant. Our parents were pretty disappoint, but accepting where as we couldn't have been happier. Of course may people had to put in their two cents but they didn't effect how excited we were to become parents together. When she was 3 months pregnant, I proposed and of course she excepted. We wedded when she was 5 months pregnant. Most teen relationships don't last, especially those with children but Aubrey and I couldn't have been happier with our lives. We loved the way things had happened. We just never expected it to all end so suddenly.
"Daddy," the little whisper said from the door startling me.
"What wrong Kay?" I asked not realizing how ironic that was until it was spoken. What wasn't wrong?
"I had a bad dream," he said walking closer the the big bed that I lied along in because there was no long anyone to fill it with me.
"Come up here bud. You can sleep with me," I said wiping away a stay tear hoping that he couldn't see my face through the darkness.
He got up on the bed with me and I held my little piece of Aubrey as close to me as I could.
"Daddy? Why were you crying?" He asked half asleep.
"I'll tell you in the morning son. Sleep," I said kissing his head and never wanting to let go of him.
