Kallie and Jeff -- Conclusion

Kallie decided it was time to get ready. She needed out and away from the house. She needed to be busy with the sights and sounds of other people, people she didn’t know, around people she didn’t love. Once she gathered herself together she went down to the coffee shop for breakfast. ‘Surely a big plate of French toast, bacon, and orange juice and coffee will make me feel better’, she thought to herself.

Kallie did feel better after breakfast and decided to do some window shopping and headed over to Soft and Sexy, her favorite lingerie store. I’m going to find the perfect little something to surprise Jeff when he comes home, something a little naughty and a little n-i-c-e. ‘Oouu, this is per-f-ect!’ Kallie thought to herself. With her purchase boxed and wrapped, she left the store smiling and humming her favorite song, No One, by Alicia Keys.

Once home Kallie decided that she would keep a diary of her thoughts, memories, and dreams of her love for Jeff. Then once Jeff was safely home, she would plan a nice romantic dinner. The diary would be a present to Jeff, and she would be the desert. Smiling at the idea, and feeling a bit aroused, she started going through old pictures of the two of them together. She worked on this project every night, and each night Jeff would come into her dreams, laying down soft memories of the two of them entangled once more.

Months slowly passed and no word from Jeff. Kallie knew this was normal; however, deep inside she sensed something was terribly wrong. Her dreams became different. Jeff appeared more distant, he began to reach for her; yet, they could never touch.

Finally one evening Jeff came to her in her dream once more. It was June 1st, their second wedding anniversary.

She met Jeff at the airport, falling into his arms he whirled her around. His body was hard, and she wanted him as they kissed. Finally home, Jeff picked her up and carried her into their home, laughing and kissing. Once inside Kallie gave him the diary. His eyes filled with tears as they looked together at each page and Kallie read the verses she had written for him.

“Oh Kallie. I love you so much. Thank you for giving me our book of memories. During this past year, I have forgotten so much—but never you. I will never forget you.”

He leaned towards her, as Kallie moved the book onto the coffee table. Leaving the book open to the last page they looked at together. Like the intensity of the ocean waves, they explored their depths, opening crevices that had been unexplored for too long, and just like the tides they swept away the old pain, and love was renewed.

A few hours later Kallie and Jeff went upstairs to their bedroom where Kallie had Alicia Keys’ song, No One, playing softly in the background.

“Wait here for just a moment, I’ll be right back.” Kallie whispered.

A few moments later, “Jeff, hun, close your eyes.”

“Why? I want to remember seeing you as you come through the door. Just one more time. Please?”

“Okay. Are you ready?”

“For you, always,” Jeff softly said smiling.

The bathroom door opened slowly as Kallie stood there in the darkness with only the moon filtering through the sheer curtains. The glow, accenting her curves, and highlights in her light hair, her image brought tears to Jeff’s eyes. Slowly standing, be began walking towards her. Gazing into her eyes, he leaned down kissing her lips, sliding his fingers under the straps of her barely there camisole; as it silently fell to the ground.

Kallie awoke the next morning, refreshed, until she realized that once again, it was only a dream. A very vivid dream. Lying on the floor outside the bathroom door was the camisole she remembered Jeff seductively removing. Walking downstairs she stopped in disbelief. There on the coffee table was her diary, still opened to the page where she and Jeff left it the evening before.

A couple of months later she noticed changes in her body. Her breasts were becoming tender, more than usual. Certain smells made her feel sick, and she was tired constantly. She decided to go to the doctor as the symptoms became regular.

“Well Kallie,” Dr. Foreman said, “Congratulations.”

“For what?”

“You are two to three months pregnant.”

“What? That can’t be. I haven’t been with anyone. I’m waiting for my husband to return from Iraq.”

“Well, immaculate conception is not an option here Kallie. You must have been with someone.”

“No doctor. You are wrong! Jeff is the only man I have been with. And he’s been in Iraq for the past twenty-seven months.”

“Kalle, I want you to take these prenatal vitamins every morning. No caffeine, alcohol or cigarettes. Get plenty of rest, eat well and get some exercise. I also suggest you think about telling the father. Make sure you begin scheduling your upcoming appointments.”

“Dr. Foreman I swear to you, I haven’t been with anyone!” Kallie’s face was tear-stained.

“Kallie, please take a few moments to get your nerves under control and wash off your face. If you need someone to talk to, I can recommend some doctors to you. They can help you deal with your situation—mentally.”

Kallie washed her face, took a deep breath and left the office. Once home she walked into the kitchen and made some tea—then she heard a knock on the door. Standing there at the door were two men in uniforms.

“Mrs. Kallie Green?”

Trembling, Kallie softly responds, “Yes.”

“May we come inside for a moment? It’s about your husband Jeff.”

Robotically Kallie lets them in, offering them a seat on the couch.

“We regret to inform you, your husband's plane went down in Iraq a year ago. We haven't informed you sooner because we have been trying to locate his plane. His remains have been found and they are at the morgue on the base.”