Please Come Back To Me

A few weeks later, Juliet came home earlier than normal and started making homemade sausages and eggs. Humming all the while, she chopped onions tirelessly "Just whistle while you work..." she sang softly. She had been told she sang like a bird but was too shy to sing in front of most people. "You're going to be a beautiful, healthy baby." she whispered as she put the sausages to fry, planning on checking the mail. She opened the little yellow mailbox, flipping through the mail and rolling her eyes at her grandmother's letters. Her grandmothers nagged her about being a wife since she was a little girl. Now that she was married, they didn't leave her alone. "Hopefully they won't make the flights from Los Angeles and Little Rock to visit after you're born." she muttered as she flipped the browning sausages over. "Protein for the two of us is good." A few minutes later, she was sitting down with her food and reading a copy of The Count Of Monte Cristo. Getting lost in the book, she forgot about washing up and ended up with her feet on the table. "Jules? You home?" Frank called what seemed like minutes later "Oh...dear lord I forgot to wash up!" she squeaked "I'm home! There's sausages here for you!" she rushed to the sink and started scrubbing the leftover dishes "I'm not very hungry. Thank you though." Frank pressed a kiss to the soft skin of her neck and rested his head on her shoulder "Honey, are you okay?" Juliet frowned "I need to tell you something." he pulled her hands out of the soapy water and tugged her into the bedroom. "Juliet, me and the guys got these today." he choked out as he handed her a slip of paper. "What is this?" "Read it." Juliet's hands shook as she started reading. This was horrible...it was a draft notice. Effective 6 weeks from that day.

Notes

A sad chapter was needed