Paris Blues

Sunday Lights

After losing my baby and ending my relationship with Hans I decided to focus on my work. I put all my energy and time in teaching after the school day would end I would go to my empty and lonely apartment. There were days where I slept in my son's nursery others nights I would sleep with Hans' jacket to savior his scent. He had left his clothes behind and I waited for the day that he would come to get them and permanently end our relationship. I was sitting across Marie as we enjoyed a nice bottle of wine at a restaurant. I wanted to cheer myself up and she wanted some time from being a mother and wife. We drank, we are we laughed and we cried. I couldn't remember the last time I had that much fun. Later that night I went home to my quiet apartment. I furrowed my brows when I noticed that the lights were on. I opened the door realizing that it was unlocked. I walked into an unexpected sight.

"What are you doing here?". I asked Hans who was seated on my couch.

"You're back". He said getting up to his feet picking up a bunch of red roses from the coffee table.

"Red roses for my black rose". He said handing them to me. I crossed my arms giving him a glare.

"After almost two months you think some roses and a cheesy pick-up line is going to win me back". I asked and he smiled.

"Well I bought your favorite record and I had someone make your favorite meal. I was thinking we could have dinner listening to some records and catch up like old times". He said giving me a pleading look.

"It's not as simple as that Hans you can't just leave for two months and expect everything to be okay". I said as tears formed in my eyes.

"I thought you wanted a break from me. I wanted to give you some space". He said.

"I wanted you to fight for me, for us. I needed you when we lost our baby but were barely home". I cried as tears rolled freely down my cheeks.

"I couldn't come home and face knowing that I was the reason that our son died". He said as his voice broke, I had never seen him so vulnerable.

"Don't say that". I said.

"No it's true I stressed you out even after the doctors put you on bed rest. I was terrible to you I'm sorry Gracie, I never meant to hurt you". He said giving me a pleading look.

"Please just have dinner with me this last time and you don't even have to see me again". He said outstretching his hand and I took it walking closer to him.

"I want to have dinner with you for the rest of my life". I cried as I hugged him tightly savoring his warm body. I finally felt safe in his arms again.

Soft music blared in the room as my laughter grew each passing second. I was full after having a delicious dish of macaroni and cheese. Hans entertained me with stories of him as a young boy, some were sad most were funny. He was open and relaxed I had missed this side of him. The song ended and another one began I gasped at the sound filling my ears. Josephine Baker, her music had been outlawed. I couldn't believe that Hans would take that risk for me, he knew she was my favorite singer.

"How?". I gasped.

"I have my ways". He answered.

"May I have this dance". He said bowing next to me.

"You may". I smiled giving him my hand which he kissed before helping me up. He held my waist gently and we looked at each other in the eyes as we fumbled around in an awkward dance, laughing and giggling. He reminded me why I fell in love with him.