From Above
Just sixteen months ago my husband and I were sitting on the porch in my sister Josephine's backyard. She's the second eldest, and I'm the baby; one would think that doesn't make a difference in an octuplet set yet it had in my family. We're all the same age give or take some minutes, with the same birthday, but things worked about as normal as any other halfblooded family.
The other siz were there too, we were having a BBQ. Lots of fun, that day. My neice and nephews were having a blast; by nine o'clock that night the Quadruplet toddlers were out like a light.
That was also the day Heath and I told my family about the baby that would be joining us in five short months. Together we talked alot about it. How it would change things, the pros and cons, and over all we only saw the blessing in this surprise. I've never ever been one to plan much of anything a head of time unless necessary. What's the fun of living off a schedule? None at all thankyou very much.
We decided not to find out whether the baby was a girl or boy, for that would take away the fun of being surprised on the day he or she was born. Next we discussed possible names before deciding his or her name would come on it's own when the time was right and it was meant to be.
I've always been a big believer in signs, not to mention I believe random isn't just apart of someone's behavior but a way of life.
I think that has alot to do with how Heath and I came to be. See, my brothers, sisters and I attended Beauxbatons when we were younger. Heath was my brother Jack's best friend since they met in first year, and up. He's kinda shy when he doesn't know you, keep that in mind.
At the age of fourteen, one day during the summer no different from any other, Heath came over to stay a few days to hang out with Jack.
By this point I was thinking I had developed a crush on my brother's best friend without realizing it till now, so I decided to chance it and try something. Jack was upstairs doing merlin knows what, probably last minute packing. Heath waited in the livingroom; he was leaving in a moment and Jack was going with him.
I did something I had never done before. I went over, and hugged Heath goodbye. I know I shocked him more than myself. It took everything in me not to laugh when I saw the lightest blush reaching his face. Jack came down and chucked their bags into the fireplace, only to climb in after alongside Heath. Now this was the moment of truth, if he looked at me before they left it was a sign.
The boys threw floo powder in, and as Jack spoke clearly of there next destination a pair of green rimmed, blue eyes locked with my dark brown ones. Heath smiled at me, then they disappeared, leaving behind quickly dying lime green flames in they're place.
We were married at twenty-four years old, and had been dating since 7th year. It was sort of funny, thinking back. I had been incredibly upset because I had managed to become friends with him, but realization set in; I would never be anything more than his best friend's sister.
When he caught up with me that particular day he wouldn't leave me alone like I told him to, Heath knew something was bugging me terribly. I had told him he would never understand, and his response was "Make me understand then," What did I do? I kissed him.
One year and three months ago is when it happened. We were in San diego, california visiting another brother and sister of mine. We needed something from the grocery store, and could have easily walked there since it weren't far. Heath volunteered to drive there (because apparating infront of a bunch of muggles is a big no-no,). We expected him back within twenty minutes. Within the first ten the loud alarming sound of urgent sirens speeding down the street sent up a red flag inside my head, immediantly my heart felt like it fell out of my chest. Ten minutes passed, and we found out Heath went home... to the ulimate home in the sky.
There had been construction going on in a new place, big building that was being worked on right off the side of the road. Something large had come down without warning, and crushed the car my husband was driving.
It was more hard than I can ever explain, going through the loss of the one I loved. For months it felt like someone took my heart and soul with him. I was afraid, how was I going to get through this and raise a baby on my own without messing up? The last thing I wanted was to disappoint anyone, especially Heath from his resting spot.
The last two weeks before the bab was to be born, I started thinking. Stressing and being in that depressed state of mind wasn't healthy for either of us, and Heath wouldn't have wanted that. An old friend from school use to tell us what she had always been taught "Everything has a reason, and happens for a reason."
This meant it was his time to go. I'm unbelieveably lucky, because I did have those years with him, and soon our baby would have been born. I had my family there for me, not once failing to support and encourage me, and even hold my hand whenever I asked.
To this day the baby is eleven months old, almost a full year. The name is Chandra Arunima Moniz-Henry, and she is my beautiful baby girl. She didn't have the chance to meet her father, but she'll know everything about him; most importantly Chandra will know her daddy loves her forever and beyond, and that he will always be watching over her from above.
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This is in the point of view of Lola Moniz, I apologize for it being so short
I wrote it in a notebook so I can never tell how it'll end up on here.
