Making Plans

This story picks up where this one leaves off.

Alec had finished his shift and gone straight home, even though his buddies had tried hard to get him to go with them for a few drinks. Since his daughter had been born, he always rushed home from the station, sometimes not even bothering to change out of his uniform first. “Only a few weeks old and already she has you doing her bidding, huh?” his partner had teased him. Smiling to himself, Alec got out of the car and ran up to the door.

Entering the house he called “Honey, I’m home!” There was no reply as he sauntered over to the bedroom where he could hear the baby crying. “Hi, Honey! Oh hey, my love,” he cooed. “Where’s mommy?”

He gently picked up the whimpering bundle and cradled her in his arms while he walked around the house looking for his wife.

“Honey? Where are you?”

The house was small so it wasn’t long before he found her outside on the back porch.

“Oh, there you are.” He noticed she was wiping tears away. “Everything ok?”

Suhaila looked up and smiled. “Yes, I’m fine … now. I … I’ve just been remembering my mom. I miss her.”

Alec stepped closer and held her hand as Suhaila began to cry again.

“Somehow, ever since Leslie was born, mom has been in my thoughts non-stop…. I can’t push the memories of her away any more…. I have to find her! I need to hug her and tell her how sorry I am! … Will you help me find her, Alec?”

Since they had been together, Suhaila had always made it clear that she had no intention of contacting her parents. She wanted nothing to do with them and had resisted Alec’s offer to track them down before their wedding. Now she was begging for his help. Motherhood had affected her emotions for sure, but he hadn’t expected this.

“Of course I will! I’ll have someone in my department look into it first thing tomorrow.”

Suhaila got up out of the rocker and hugged him as tears continued to make their way down her cheeks. Alec rubbed her back and held her close. She meant everything to him! He would search for her parents if it took the rest of his life, though he was sure it wouldn’t take that long.

The sun was setting now but the moon could already be seen over the horizon. Alec and Suhaila sat on the wooden porch steps while Leslie snuggled in her daddy’s left arm. They leaned against each other, her head on his strong shoulder, his right hand holding her left one. As they watched the moon rise, Alec began to sing,

“‘I would fly to the moon in a rubber balloon, anything for my baby.'”

Suhaila laughed as she always did when he sang that song, then gave him an extra-tight squeeze and kissed his cheek.

“I love you too,” she said.

This fiction piece was written using the following prompt from Write on Edge: …you have 500 words to write a piece, fiction or non-fiction, which includes the phrase “to the moon.”

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  1. Ah, young love. Good installment, I hope. Keep the story going.

  2. That was cute and tender. Showed nicely how a baby can change people.

  3. Very touching!I was a bit scared when I saw that it was a continuation of a story… I hate feeling lost. But I was easily able to follow this scene even without reading the previous.

  4. You have created a wonderful and beautiful scene. I hadn't figured out he was a police officer until the end of the piece, which I think adds another layer to this story (maybe it's more overt in earlier pieces – you can tell I haven't read them yet). Nice job.

  5. I agree that he has both strength and tenderness…that's a man you can lean on! Compelling characters….curious to keep reading.

  6. I like how you've created characters who obviously love and can lean on each other.There was a slight moment why I wondered why she hadn't heard/responded to the baby. I'm not sure if that was intentional or not, but I wanted to mention it.

  7. I assumed she was suffering from postpartum depression and was ignoring the baby crying. I figured it made sense with the crying of the memory of her mother that she didn't want anything to do with before.My only conrit would be to remove the passive past tense and use just straight past tense. It'll make the opening paragraph stronger. I love the way you folded the tenderness into this piece. It's layered like a long history. Nicely done!


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