Chapter 9-…Or Did He?

…Or did he really go somewhere else.

Elliot sitting on a bar stool at O'Malley's. He was the only one there besides the bartender at the end looking half asleep.

Bartender: What'll it be?

Elliot: The good stuff.

Bartender: Sure man.

Elliot: Damn!

Bartender: What's your story?

Elliot: My fiancé and I are having a baby but there are some complications and I don't know what to do.

Bartender: My wife and I went through the same thing.

He pointed up to a picture of beautiful blonde woman. Elliot looked at the picture like he was in a trance.

Bartender: That's her. She died shortly after our youngest son graduated from high school ten years ago. I haven't had a drink since.

Elliot: I'm sorry about your wife.

Bartender: Go home to your fiancé. She needs you the most right now.

Elliot: Thank you.

He left the bar and went straight home. He opened the door and saw Olivia crying on the couch.

Olivia: Elliot, I'm sorry.

Elliot: So am I.

He looked in to her deep brown eyes and her into his big blue eyes. She smiles and wraps her arms around him. He holds her tightly in his arms. He kisses her sweetly.