Marcos and I are at his house talking and laughing, when his mom opens the door with a letter in hand and tears in her eyes. She didn't even have to say anything, the tears were enough for me to know what was going on, when I saw her tears, mine started to fall. Marcos didn't know why we were crying, until he read the letter, all three of us knew that Mrs. Gomeztagle and my nightmare was about to come true: Marcos was leaving for war, and may never come home....alive.
He gets ready to leave, on the way there Marcos and I are just holding onto each for it might be the last time we see each other. When we finally arrive, after a short 3 hours, we unload the car and say goodbye to eachother one last time. Marcos and his mom, hug and say goodbye. Marcos and I kiss and hug saying our last I love yous and goodbyes. All of us now have tears in our eyes. Mrs. Gomeztagle and I are still watching until he is out of sight. After a few weeks after he is gone I start to feel weird inside, so Mrs. Gomeztagle and I went to the doctors. She asked when was my last period. "I don't remember" I said. after a few minites all three of us were in a room and I was in a chair. Dr. Sharon, turned on the ultrasound and sure enough I was pregnent. Mrs. Gomeztagle was over joyed. It was still too early to tell if it was a boy or a girl. After my little visit, i got a call from Marcos, Mrs. Gomeztagle snatched the phone from me and practically screamed "KATIE"S PREGNANT!" there was a puse on the other end, followed by "Boy or girl?" I told him it was too early to tell and that i would be going back in a few months to confirm the gender. Mrs. Gomeztagle was racking up names like she was at a bowling alley rackign up strikes.
A month later after finding out I was pregnant, I was lookign at me and at a picture of Marcos and trying to figure out what the baby would look like. I was all but alone until Mrs. Gomeztagle brought home a crib, baby toys, baby clothes, and a blanket. "I'm not sure if the baby will be a boy or a girl yet" I laughed
"I know that's why i bought two of each on e for a girl and one for a boy"
I sighed "The things you do" after giving up what the baby will look like i decided to make dinner, when the phone rang
"hey," Marcos was calling more frequently now that he knew I was gonna have a baby"everything okay?"
"Yea, just lonely without u"
"hey can u hold the phone to ur stomach please"
"My stomach? W-Why?"
"I wanna talk to Marcos Jr."
"And what makes u think it's a boy?"
"Well I just thought ya know" I held the phone to my stomach and I could hear Marcos talkin to the baby "Hey there little one, u all nice and warm in ur mommy? I know I was"
"Just saying, u gonna be a good baby for u mommy? Are you?" Then he starts making baby noises
"The things u do, love" I sighed holding my other hand to my forehead
"hey u wanted to marry me"
"That's a mistake I don't regret" we laughed. "Well I better get going I gotta make dinner"
"What'cha making this time? more macorroni"
"No, ur fav"
"Awwww well I better let u get to making, i hope our little one likes it"
"I hope so too, he's gonna like it one way or another" we hangup and go to make dinner.
3 months go by and by now the baby starts to kick, i feel it whenever Marcos and I talk to him, yes I've made it a him. Mrs. gomeztagle and I, she has to go with me everywhere, arrive at Dr. Sharon's and we do another ultrasound. The baby IS a boy. "Oh won't Marcos be happy" I smiled.
"Maybe it'll look like him"
"Just hope he thinks differently"
Mrs. Gomeztagle places her hand on my shoulder "Don't be too hard on him. He wants to follow his father's/gandfather's steps"
"I know just wish the letter could have waited a while" after my visit, we get home with one missed call, Marcos. I called him back, saying the baby was a boy. I waited for a phone call back but nothing...... I finally hear from him three days later. and we decided on a name. Markos. His and my name in one, I decided to let Marcos choose the middle name. Of course he chose his own middle name, Antonio. I was fine with it, I was just counting my luck and hoping that he came home for the delivery.
My due date came. November 8th. but seeing as how the baby took on my stubborness, it decided to wait 2 weeks to come out... yup my child indeed. November 29th was the day he decided it was time to crawl out. Marcos wasn't there. but he watched from web cam and Mrs.Gomeztagle helped me through everything else, Marcos was there for the cheerleading. 5:45PM he came out. Markos Antonio Gomeztagle (I decided to put the II because his name and Marcos' sounded alike even thought it's spelled differently).
Marcos came home a few times during Markos' first 5 years, sure enough he did look like him. My hair color, but everything else (and half of the attitude) was full Marcos. Marcos only had 3 years left for his time. I felt that we could make it.
A year after Marcos' last visit, I received a letter... Marcos has been killed. After I closed the door, Markos came over, asking me why i was crying, Mrs. Gomeztagle was after him and she saw what had happened the same thing that happened the first letter that came for Marcos to leave, I didn't have to say a word, the tears falling from my face was clear enough.
"Markos.. go to your room, I'll speak to you in a few moments"
"Yes mommy" He bounded away
"What am I going to tell him? I can't just rush in and say 'ur father won't be seeing u next month'?"
"Do u want me to tell him?" She knew I couldn't look at him without thinking of Marcos.
"No, I will" I turned toward the last picture we took Markos and Marcos had the same trademark, a little patch of hair falling in between their eyebrows.
"I will come with you" We both went to Markos' room.
"Is daddy gonna be here next month?"
"No baby... He...." I couldn't finish the tears already started to form
"Honey" She held him close and tight startign to cry as well "your father won't be coming home at all"
"I don't understand grandma"
"He's... he's dead baby" I managed to say. I could see him start to cry as well.
"But... daddy can't die.... he's like superman nothing can hurt him"
"but superman has kryptonite that can weaken him, so he's able to hurt"
"You miss him, I know..." I tried to choke back my tears
"Honey don't fight it, we all know wat he meant to you" When she said that I collapsed on my knees
"Why him? Why? Why?"
"Every wife says that about their husbands"
"Mommy... I miss daddy" I held Markos from his grandma's lap
"I do too baby,I do too"
A few days later we all got dressed for the funeral, Mrs. Gomeztagle in her black lace dress from when her mother died, Me in my black velvet dress I've had, and Markos in his new suit. I drove us there. When we arrived, I saw Marcos, pale, beautiful, perfect, and dead in a dark mahogany coffin. Markos and his grandmother sat in the front, as I walked up to Marcos's corpse. I kissed his dead, cold, lifeless lips one last time, said my last I love you and goodbye to him. I was handed a folded flag, when I faced the crowed the guns rang and I felt myself shot and dead along with my dead husband. I heard them close the lid, and placed him in the ground. Still standing with tears falling and flag in hand I saw from far away beyond the crowd my husband, my baby, my soldier, my Marcos, watching and waiting for me. Leaning against a light post, in his uniform and gun strapped to his back, his eyes black as night, hair black as a raven, smiling with his trademark. a tuffed of hair falling in between his eye brows.
I love you Marcos, even in death. Nothing will tear me from you. Nothing.
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