Meeting Lizbeth - Chapter One
He held her in his arms and rocked her as he sang. His voice was soft for such a big man. She loved him so much she sometimes thought her ten-year-old heart would break. Every night they were alone in her room while he sang and rocked. The strength in his arms made her feel safe and loved. He was her whole world and everything she did she did to please him.
She knew her mother was in the next room performing her nighttime rituals. Washing, no cleansing her face, as her mother had corrected her many times.
"You need to take care of your beauty little girl because it will fade soon enough."
Her mother always called her "little girl." Her mother spent more time getting ready for bed than she did sleeping in it! Of course, she had to have her eight hours no matter what. If she put less makeup on in the morning, then she'd have less to take off at night. Lizbeth wasn't really complaining. She was happy her mother was in the next room because she had her dad all to herself, every night at least for a little while.
Her favorite was songs from the Five Pennies, the movie she had watched with her Daddy. When he finished singing he gently kissed her head and laid her in her bed.
"Daddy loves his little girl from now to eternity."
She replied, "and all the way back Daddy." They both giggled and kissed each other goodnight. Oh' how she loved him!
In the next room, her mother was totally oblivious to the tender scene between father and daughter. Actually, she couldn't care less. She had consented to the adoption ten years ago to keep him quiet. All he ever talked about was having a daughter of his own. A little girl to love and watch grow. He dreamed of watching her learn about life and finally of walking her down the aisle. It was all he talked about. Louise didn't want to have children and was not disappointed when she learned her body didn't either.
"Mrs. Sanders, I'm sorry but you won't ever be able to have children. Your fallopian tubes are blocked so that your husband's sperm cannot meet and fertilize your eggs. We could try to surgically correct the problem but I'm afraid it would be futile in your case."
That was what the doctor had said. She tried to hide her elation from the doctor, playing the poor victim. She told her husband how sad and unfair it was, but she couldn't have children.
He was heartbroken but comforted his wife, knowing how horrible she must feel. It was hard to look sad over something that gave her so much joy, but she pulled it off. After several years of listening to him go on and on about the daughter he wanted to have and how they could adopt like so many millions of others, she gave in. She knew they could afford a nanny and hoped she wouldn't have to spend too much of her precious time with someone else's child.
She had married him because he was absolutely gorgeous and being rich didn't hurt. His blonde hair laid in waves all over his head and his blue eyes were like looking into the ocean. He was over six feet tall and there wasn't a body part that didn't have muscles. He carried himself with regal dignity. Oh, he was a little soft-hearted but that just added to his appeal. She didn't know back then that all he wanted in life was children and back then she wouldn't have cared. Being Mrs. Tom Sanders was all she wanted. She really did love him in her own Louise Porter way.
He'd always loved children. He was an only child and felt the loss of having siblings. He spent many a lonely hour wishing for a brother or sister. He vowed when he married he'd have tons of kids.
When he'd met Louise, he was taken by her beauty. She could be cold at times, but he knew that came from her wealth and being an only child. He knew because he was an only child. Their courtship had been short. The wedding was a huge, political affair. After all, any Sanders - Porter wedding was a social event with payback to favors owed. His family had money and so did hers. The society pages were full of articles and pictures about both of them and their wedding made the front page. None of that mattered to him. He was in love with Louise and was looking forward to their life together with their own family.
Louise could be difficult at times, but she was such a beautiful woman. Her long auburn hair swayed when she moved her head. It was almost fluid. It had fair hair woven in with the darker chestnut strands making it shine so much it almost glowed. Her brown eyes were copper colored. They sometimes sparkled like a new penny. Her features were small and perfect all making her a vision to behold. She knew how to dress to show off her figure, just on the edge of sexy. He was such a lucky man.
Until the day she came home from the doctor's office and said she couldn't have children. He felt a cold pain shoot through his heart. This couldn't be. All he'd ever dreamed about was a house filled with children and now none! Oh is heart ached. He reached for Louise to comfort her, but she seemed oddly composed. He chalked it up to her love for him, not wanting him to see her pain. That wasn't the smartest thought he'd ever had.
As time went on he realized, she had no love for children and not being able to have any was a blessing to her. It was as much of a blessing to her as it was a curse to him. He thought about it day and night. He tried to decide if he wanted a boy or a girl. If he had a choice which would he choose? All the while their life went on. New house, new car, social events, even sex, but still he felt empty. He started talking to her about adopting. At first she was adamant if she couldn't have children of her own she didn't want any. Why would she want a stranger's child in her home and in her life? He was not giving up though and brought it up every chance he had. He had decided he wanted a girl. He talked of the great love they had that they could share with a child. How a child's laughter would fill their empty home. He even said they could hire a nanny if it would make it easier for her.
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I would appreciate your comments about Chapter One to help guide me with future chapters. This is my introduction to Lizbeth, a character I have written about two times before.
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