You sat back in the passenger seat staring out of the window but only classifying figures by species; nothing was specific or bolded in your subconscious. A long drive was ahead of you between your car and the miles to the old bricked house you grew up in. An eager hand touched yours and brought you back to reality, as you looked at his angelic face, only a seat away from you, you couldn't help but smile.

He wasn't perfect but he was a breathing sculpture of man. In an instant your smile dropped once again realizing the complicated road ahead. He was your parents' worst nightmare and they hated meeting him every jolly man holiday. But this was important, that all had to change now. His hand moved over your belly and you covered it with yours. This was the start of a new beginning and nothing could stop your love. Not even the accelerating vehicle that was now flipping outside your window, its figure becoming too specific too late. And this wasn't even the beginning or the end.