Second Chance 3: Ask Me Again 3: David's Story by Theresa Hodge Page A
Authors: Theresa Hodge
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a water bottle sitting on his desk. "Would you like something to drink, David?" he asked as an afterthought.
"No, sir," I answered in hopes he would resumed his story.
"Annie Stowe, was a nurse and she was present during my wife's second miscarriage, as well. The doctor urged her to not to try to have any more babies after the second miscarriage. My wife didn't listen. She blamed me for both miscarriages as time went on.” A faraway look entered Mr. McConnell's eyes. He became lost in another time and another place as he continued to talk. "My wife was in so much pain from the loss of our babies. I was in pain too, but I handled mines differently. The colder my wife treated me, the more I threw myself into my work. I went home later and later, because I got physically sick of her accusing looks. She couldn't stand for me to touch her. The only time she wanted me to touch her was when she wanted to become pregnant again."
Mr. McConnell took a deep breath and raked a hand across his eyes before speaking again. "One day, I walked into this little coffee shop out on Atlantic Avenue. I bumped into Annie, that day. She was still as beautiful as I remembered. I offered to buy her coffee and lunch. She resisted at first, but I convinced her it was harmless. Her amber colored eyes listened to me talk with compassion. It was so cold that day and I remembered it like it was yesterday. Looking into Annie's eyes warmed me to my soul." He picked up the water bottle and took another sip, as he seemed to reflect on what he wanted to say. "Annie was so easy to talk to. My wife seemed to hate me more and more. By my wife's third pregnancy, she had become hell to live with. Annie and I started seeing more and more of each other. It was all innocent at first, but eventually we became lovers. I came close to leaving my wife for her several times, and then my wife miscarried a third child. I could not find it in my heart to leave her. Annie and I had been seeing each other for almost three years, when she also became pregnant with my child."
I sat there and listened intently. My heart filled with emotion as he continued to talk.
"Annie and I were so in love, but when she told me she was pregnant I got scared. How could I confront my wife with my affair and tell her I had a child on the way after her three miscarriages? It seemed as if my wife was having a miscarriage every year. With the last miscarriage, she was forced to admit to herself that she would never have kids. We started sleeping in separate bedrooms. It was a big house and the rooms were far away from each other.
Then, all of a sudden, my wife moved back into our master bedroom. She became the loving bride that I married. I fell in love with my wife all over again. I had no choice but to walk away from Annie. It wasn't an easy choice, but it was the only choice I felt I had at the time," he said.
"My wife was always a fragile creature. There was no way I could have dumped my infidelity on her, or tell her that my infidelity produced the one thing she wanted most, a precious baby. I was wrong, but I ran as fast as I could to my wife and tried to forget Annie, but I never could. I stayed a faithful, loving husband from that point on. I recommitted myself to our marriage and our vows. In retrospect, I would make a different choice today. I wouldn't have deserted my baby. I would have found some way to do right by all parties involved," he admitted.
"How do you figure Madelyn is your daughter?" I asked him.
"I know she is. Not only does she look like her mother, but she looks just like mine as well," he replied picking up a framed picture from his desk and handing it over.
I took the picture and studied it in great detail. I had to agree, Madelyn did resemble the woman in the picture a lot. "I believe she is your daughter," I said giving him back the picture. "Madelyn was her only child," I added.
"A blood test would prove what I already know in my heart," he said.
"When will
"No, sir," I answered in hopes he would resumed his story.
"Annie Stowe, was a nurse and she was present during my wife's second miscarriage, as well. The doctor urged her to not to try to have any more babies after the second miscarriage. My wife didn't listen. She blamed me for both miscarriages as time went on.” A faraway look entered Mr. McConnell's eyes. He became lost in another time and another place as he continued to talk. "My wife was in so much pain from the loss of our babies. I was in pain too, but I handled mines differently. The colder my wife treated me, the more I threw myself into my work. I went home later and later, because I got physically sick of her accusing looks. She couldn't stand for me to touch her. The only time she wanted me to touch her was when she wanted to become pregnant again."
Mr. McConnell took a deep breath and raked a hand across his eyes before speaking again. "One day, I walked into this little coffee shop out on Atlantic Avenue. I bumped into Annie, that day. She was still as beautiful as I remembered. I offered to buy her coffee and lunch. She resisted at first, but I convinced her it was harmless. Her amber colored eyes listened to me talk with compassion. It was so cold that day and I remembered it like it was yesterday. Looking into Annie's eyes warmed me to my soul." He picked up the water bottle and took another sip, as he seemed to reflect on what he wanted to say. "Annie was so easy to talk to. My wife seemed to hate me more and more. By my wife's third pregnancy, she had become hell to live with. Annie and I started seeing more and more of each other. It was all innocent at first, but eventually we became lovers. I came close to leaving my wife for her several times, and then my wife miscarried a third child. I could not find it in my heart to leave her. Annie and I had been seeing each other for almost three years, when she also became pregnant with my child."
I sat there and listened intently. My heart filled with emotion as he continued to talk.
"Annie and I were so in love, but when she told me she was pregnant I got scared. How could I confront my wife with my affair and tell her I had a child on the way after her three miscarriages? It seemed as if my wife was having a miscarriage every year. With the last miscarriage, she was forced to admit to herself that she would never have kids. We started sleeping in separate bedrooms. It was a big house and the rooms were far away from each other.
Then, all of a sudden, my wife moved back into our master bedroom. She became the loving bride that I married. I fell in love with my wife all over again. I had no choice but to walk away from Annie. It wasn't an easy choice, but it was the only choice I felt I had at the time," he said.
"My wife was always a fragile creature. There was no way I could have dumped my infidelity on her, or tell her that my infidelity produced the one thing she wanted most, a precious baby. I was wrong, but I ran as fast as I could to my wife and tried to forget Annie, but I never could. I stayed a faithful, loving husband from that point on. I recommitted myself to our marriage and our vows. In retrospect, I would make a different choice today. I wouldn't have deserted my baby. I would have found some way to do right by all parties involved," he admitted.
"How do you figure Madelyn is your daughter?" I asked him.
"I know she is. Not only does she look like her mother, but she looks just like mine as well," he replied picking up a framed picture from his desk and handing it over.
I took the picture and studied it in great detail. I had to agree, Madelyn did resemble the woman in the picture a lot. "I believe she is your daughter," I said giving him back the picture. "Madelyn was her only child," I added.
"A blood test would prove what I already know in my heart," he said.
"When will
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