1000 Miles

Time had passed by, a month later I found out I was actually pregnant (from a different person) and that whole situation was... Rocky. Short tell all, I had been half dating a guy named Jesse, and I only did because I was desperate to be wanted. Well an old flame came out of the woodwork and took me off the market and I found out I was pregnant when I was with him and I didn't know who was the dad. (It was Jesses') My boyfriend at the time didn't want it, Jesse did, so he and I split and Jesse and I got together. Etc. 

Well, Jesse was abusive. He was very controlling to me. He'd constantly lock me in corners and yell at me for talking to people. He'd always go through my phone and ridicule every conversation I had with people. One time I covered my ears to block out his yelling and he grabbed my arms and held them down telling me I needed to pay attention and hear him. He left bruises. (Mind you I was like 6 months pregnant when this happened) 

He also (and remember this event it has significance later on) wrestled me for my phone one day, 8 months pregnant and hurt my hand. That was when my brother officially kicked him out of my moms house. 

Well, October of that year, Kody and I started talking again. We had been watching eachothers lives go about on facebook, he had dated a few people. I obviously have and am pregnant. We talked about how we missed the night we spent together and how we both felt a spark. He told me he's always wanted to be a dad, and have a wife and kids and a house and a family because he never had that (his mom wasn't around when he was younger). 

I started confiding in him about my abuses with Jesse, and he managed to reel me in with kind words and encouragement. He was sweet, so I thought, and understanding. He seemingly accepted me and thought what I was going through was wrong. In December he announced he was moving back to California. His main reason was family as his dad had moved back, but he also told me I was another key factor. He wanted to be with me. 

So on January 19, he flew 990 miles to California. The anticipation was through the roof. It was raining the night he came to the house, a trek to go and retrieve him as he had no ride I had to find one on my end. I was nervous, and when he opened the door he immediately embraced me, fully 9 months pregnant mind you. His arms still wrapped around me and made me feel safe, his hugs were always my favorite things.

We had a nervous few minutes joking around and then he took me into my room and closed the door and immediately kissed me. The spark was still there. I felt at home. I remember that he put his hands on my belly and smiled, and told me he loved me. 

We spent most of the days together. He moved his stuff over from his dads, and anytime he spent at work I spent organizing his magic cards. He loved that I did that, he kept bragging about it. We would sit and watch tv together and I'd watch him play skyrim on the ps3. He set his computer up in the dining room and he taught me how to play World of Warcraft. I made a night elf hunter on his account and would play whenever I could. He hated that I played runescape religiously.