3 months. Tommy could not believe he hadn’t talked to or seen Kristin for 3 months. The only indication he had that she was still alive and well was seeing the top of her little blonde head walk out the front doors of his old apartment building every Sunday morning on her way to church. Tommy’s head kept telling him that he had to move on and forget about Kristin; Tommy’s heart, however, did not agree. Every morning when he woke up he would tell himself that today was the day he would go back to the apartment, get all of his things, and tell Kristin he wanted a divorce. The problem was, every time he left his apartment early to stop and talk to Kristin before work, he chickened out and couldn’t even get past the doorman.

Everybody thought Tommy was a hard-hearted businessman who didn’t care for anybody but himself and, while that may have been true at one time, the day he had met Kristin something in him had been changed forever. Whatever it was that Kristin had done to him prevented him from ever going back to his old ways; there was something special, or evil, about that woman! He wanted nothing more than to forget about Kristin forever, just like every other woman he had ever dated, but he couldn’t; Kristin was different. Tommy had a relationship with her; it was the first time he had ever really loved someone and cared about them enough that their interests meant more to him than his own.

Tommy wandered from his front window into the bedroom; he had to clean this place up a bit. He slowly began picking up all of his clothing and folding each piece before putting it into drawers or shaking it out before hanging it in the closet. Just as he was about to make the bed, he noticed something hanging in the closet that didn’t look like it belonged; he walked over but stopped short when he noticed that it was Kristin’s favourite little black dress. He had packed so quickly that night that he must have accidentally grabbed it along with a bunch of his suits; all her clothes were so darn small!

Tommy quickly made his bed; it would have looked pretty funny to anybody watching him. Kristin had always been so good at those things and he had always been so hopeless. They had been a perfect match and Tommy didn’t know how he could have been stupid enough to ever let her go. He picked up a pair of socks that was on the floor beside the bed and, as he opened the drawer to put them away, caught a glimpse of the picture of Kristin he had kept hidden away for so long. This was the last straw; he had to go talk to her.

As far as he knew, Kristin would be home at this time of day; she wasn’t working and she usually liked to curl up on the couch with a good book on Saturday afternoons. Tommy knew that he had to do this now, before he thought about it too much and got scared, so he rushed into the front room, grabbed his coat, and headed out the door. As the elevator descended to the main floor and he walked down the street to his old apartment building, he carefully thought through what he was going to say when he got there; he couldn’t make any mistakes, this would be his one and only chance to make things right.

Tommy kept his mind focused on his speech as he walked into the building, got into the elevator, ascended to the correct floor, and walked down the hall but he froze when he got to the door. What if there was a new man in her life? He had been gone for 3 months with no indication that he would ever be returning and she had been pretty angry the last time he had seen her. NO, he couldn’t – wouldn’t - do this again. Tommy raised his hand and knocked on the door; no answer. If Kristin was home she would have answered the door, so Tommy took out his key and unlocked the door; thankfully the locks hadn’t been changed, typical Kristin!

The apartment still looked the same; she hadn’t moved anything. His book was still sitting on the coffee table, the shoes he had worn to work were still on the rug by the front door, and even the watch he had set beside the kitchen sink to wash his hands was still exactly where he had left it. Tommy slowly walked through the apartment, looking at everything and remembering his years with Kristin; all of the memories came flooding back to him. Why did he ever leave?

There was only one thing that confused Tommy: there were no pictures. He could not understand why Kristin would remove all the pictures from the house when she loved them so much that, as soon as they got home from their honeymoon, she had made him stay home from work and spend a whole day hanging them up with her. Maybe she had brought them into the bedroom; she had always said that there were not nearly enough pictures in there. Tommy made his way down the hall to the main bedroom and was more than a little surprised to find the door closed; Kristin never closed the bedroom door unless she was sleeping.

He had knocked; she hadn’t answered. Kristin had never taken a nap as long as he had known her, so when nobody had come to the door, Tommy had just assumed that she had gone out somewhere. The thought had never even entered his mind that she was still here; this changed things. How would she react to him just suddenly being in the apartment when he hadn’t set foot in the place for 3 months? It was now or never.

Tommy quietly pushed open the door and confirmed what he had suspected; there Kristin was, sleeping soundly in the bed he had once shared with her. She looked so peaceful as he walked closer and closer to her. He came to the side of the bed, the side that used to be his, and began walking around to the other side of the bed to look at her sleeping face; she was always so beautiful when she slept.

As Tommy reached the opposite side of the bed, Kristin brushed the covers away from her and rested her hand against-- what was THAT! No, it couldn’t be; she hadn’t been serious when she had told him that, she had only said it to keep him from leaving. Tommy gently reached over and pulled the covers away from his sleeping wife. He hadn’t imagined it; the proof was right in front of him. Kristin was pregnant!