All the young French woman could do was watch her two-year-old sleep soundly in her crib. It was soothing to her. Like nothing in the world mattered other than this moment. She smiled and very gently brushed her fingers against her daughter's cheek.
She could hear the door slowly push open, followed by the feeling of her husband putting his hands on her shoulders. He looked over and formed a smile as well. The look of seeing a baby sleeping so soundly had the same effect on everyone.
“I could watch her all night… just… sleeping,” she said softly.
Her husband, Ray, rested his head against her shoulder and gently swayed back and forth with her. The moment was so peaceful and he wanted it to stay just like this forever. Things never went the poor man’s way. Although he went through so much, he came out the other end with a life he could have never dreamed of.
“Come on, Emily,” he said while taking her hand into his, “we need to rest. We’ve got work tomorrow and as much as I’d love to just stay here and watch Kora sleep, we need some rest.”
Emily sighed and nodded before departing herself from the crib. The couple left the room and left the door just a crack open.
“Is Milo still asleep?” Emily asked tiredly.
“Yea, he’s out like a damn light,” Ray chuckled. He then noticed that Emily’s expression was troubled. “What’s the matter?”
The young mother bit her lip and pressed the palm of her hand against her forehead, shivering. She seemed scared like she’d seen a ghost or a murder.
“Sometimes… I get scared that something might happen to this beautiful family.” She leaned against her husband as he wrapped his arms around her, trying to console her. He’d worked too hard to get where they were at and he wouldn’t let anything happen to it.
“Nothing is going to ruin what we have,” he whispered, “I promise.”
Emily frowned and buried her face into his bare chest. She could smell his fresh scented body wash on him, which made her feel nostalgic for some odd reason. All she could do was just hug him tighter.
“You can’t promise that,” she replied.
“I know… but I can try.”
Emily nodded and looked up at the tall man before kissing his lips gently. “That’s all I want.”
The couple stood to hug each other for a little while longer before returning to their bedroom and getting back in bed.
“Ray?” The French woman whispered.
“I was just wondering… what do you think happens to someone after they die?” She wondered. “I know you’re not religious or anything like that, but I’m curious as to what you think.”
Ray laid in bed quietly while his wife had her arm around him with her head on his chest. The same sent began to make her sleepy.
He wasn’t sure how to reply. Both of his parents were Catholic, but that didn’t mean that he believed in the same things. It wasn’t until he was he started middle school that he began to drift away from the religious practices. He began to hate what religion stood for and resented it. Ironically, he ended up marrying a Catholic woman and have two kids with her. It wasn’t until he met her that his views on religion loosed up and he was more ok with it.
“That’s a hard question to answer,” he said while staring up at the white ceiling. “It would be easy to just say that you come back as a ghost or an angel. Or that you just die. But what I think? And this might sound kinda stupid, but I think that you come back as… something. Like, reincarnation.” Ray chuckled and shook his head. “I know it sounds stupid but it’s fun to just think of coming back as someone or something. Like a part of you lives in it. Whether you come back as a person, even if you don’t look similar to them, or to come back as a flower or a bird. It seems like it would be nice… right?”
Ray looked at Emily and noticed she was passed out sleeping. He smiled and ran his thumb over her cheek gently. Her expression was more relaxed and it put Ray at ease knowing so.
“I know I can’t promise you a lot of things. But, I can promise you this; To always love this family no matter what.”