Epilogue
A month went by and I heard nothing from Maria. I had given up all hope on her by then, and convinced myself I was nothing but a 25 year old divorced, washed-up rock star that couldn’t seem to get along with anyone. Pretty sad life, but what could I do about it.
The only thing I couldn’t understand was that last night I had shared with Maria. How could a night filled with so much passion have meant nothing to her? It didn’t make any sense to me, but then again, not much did these days.
One day I was half heartedly taking notes on a new band I was considering promoting when the phone rang. I considered not answering it, but that was a little dangerous in my business, so I thought better of it. “Hello” I said trying to sound as cheerful as possible.
“Taylor” I instantly recognized her voice.
“Maria” I said. “I didn’t think I was going to hear from you.”
“Taylor, we need to talk” she told me.
“Okay, I’m not busy right now; do you want me to drive out to your house?” I asked hopeful.
“No, I’m in the city right now. There’s a coffee shop at the corner of Main and 42nd. Can you meet me there?” she asked.
“Yeah, I can be there in about 15 minutes” I said.
“Okay, I’ll see you there” she said and hung up the phone.
I was out the door in lightning speed. I couldn’t deny how badly I wanted to see her at that moment; I couldn’t get to her quick enough.
Exactly 15 minutes later I walked through the door of the coffee shop and found her sitting alone at a table. She didn’t notice me at first, so I took a minute to take in the site of her. It was refreshing as ever. Approaching the table, the first thing I noticed was that she had put her engagement and wedding rings back on. My heart leaped, hoping that was a good sign.
I took a seat not knowing what to say. She started speaking first. “As much as I’ve tried to deny it, I can’t. I have to admit how much I’ve missed you the past two years” she got right to the point. She then produced my own wedding ring that I had given back to her out of her purse, and pushed it across the table toward me.
Accepting the ring I couldn’t believe my eyes and ears. I couldn’t speak, so she continued. “I took you for granted when we were together Taylor, it just seemed too inconvenient to me to be with someone like you. But I don’t want to be alone anymore. I know it’ll take a lot of work, but this time I’m willing to go through with it. I want you back in my life.”
“You were never really gone” I whispered.
She smiled, genuinely touched. “I sold my house, the land, and all the help. I move out next week. I was hoping the offer was still standing to move in with you?” she asked.
“Of course it is” I told her. There was a pause. “So that’s that then?”
She nodded. “But there’s more.”
“What?” I asked unsure.
“That night you came to me last month. I knew that night was special, but the other day I found just how special it was.” A smiled crept on her lips. “I’m pregnant Taylor.”
I couldn’t believe my ears again. “Are you sure the baby is mine?” I asked incredulously.
“Positive” she told me. She grabbed my hands across the table. “We’re going to start a family.”
A giddy, uncontrollable smile came across my face. “Divorced, washed up rock star?” I thought to myself. I was back, and I couldn’t be happier. This time, I knew we were going to make it work.
The End
