A Broken Forever

By: Megan Noelle

First and foremost I want to dedicate this to my sweet daughter, Peyton. Writing some of the moments in this book made me want to do nothing more than squeeze you tight. To say, I love you, and never let go. You’re my Teeny, my Buggy, and you’ll always be my baby.

Secondly, I’ll like to dedicate this to all the mothers, fathers, and families that have ever experienced the loss of a child. Everything in this book I wanted to portray as truthfully as possible. Losing a child is never a light topic and I wanted to show truth to let others see how strong these individuals are. I could never truly imagine how difficult that would be and want to show the utmost respect for anyone who has ever had to say goodbye to their little love.

Last but not least, I want to dedicate this book to Eileen Robinson. You have been…my lifeline through this. You started as a fan of my work but now you will forever have a place in my heart. Every single thing you have done for me has touched my heart and soul and none of it will ever be forgotten. Thank you for supporting me and always being there for me.

We waved goodbye to my family through the bay window as I climbed into the passenger seat. I twisted in my seat to watch the man of my dreams secure our sweet baby Allie’s car seat into the base. Watching Stefan’s eyes carefully focused on the buckles, ensuring everything was tightly in place, was one of the most heartwarming sights I had ever seen. Nine months ago we both laid eyes on our little girl for the very first time, and everything had changed for us. I never thought I could love anything as much as I loved Stefan—until I met her. Allison Rose Harrison was perfect, and all the best parts of Stefan and me. The love between us blossomed as I saw the way he watched and protected Allie.

People had always said the two of us would never last.

What they never realized was that it had been fate from the moment we turned the corner and ran directly into each other. We met during his senior year, my junior year, and were immediately drawn to the other. From the moment we met we never spent a day apart. It didn’t matter our age—this was love. Our love was silly, sweet and so incredibly passionate. The way our eyes locked in a heated gaze always caused my skin to tingle with even the slightest touch. Every moment was wonderful; it didn’t matter where we were, it was always just us.

The following fall after I turned eighteen, we were married, despite the none-too-quiet protests from his family. It wasn’t long after my high school graduation I found out I was pregnant; nine months and four days later our sweet little Allie joined our world.

The whispers of doubt about our young and small family never died while our love continued to grow. Being a wife and mother was a regular challenge, but that didn’t matter because Stefan and Allie made everything worth it. As long as I had Allie and Stefan by my side, I knew all would be okay.

Stefan covered Allie’s legs and arms with a soft pink blanket before pressing a kiss to her forehead. She stretched for a moment but continued snoozing away—not that I blamed her. All my family loved her and spent the duration of the night passing her from person-to-person. I had no doubt Allie would sleep soundly the entire drive home. Stef reached a finger up to tap the tip of my nose before shutting the door and taking his seat behind the wheel.

I took one more look at Allie’s chubby pink cheeks, button nose and pouty lips. An angel— that’s what she was. When Stefan was back I twisted myself to look at him as I leaned my shoulder into his.

“Did you have fun tonight, beautiful girl?” His smile grew across his lips, as did mine.

“It was wonderful.” Leaning down, Stefan placed a soft peck to my lips before starting up the car.

My eyes remained on him as he reached across, pulled his seatbelt into place and adjusted the heat.

“Stefan, are you okay to drive right now?” I had no doubt that we wouldn’t be in the car if he wasn’t okay, but what kind of wife would I be if I didn’t ask?

“I didn’t have anything alcoholic to drink tonight, Greyson Rose.”

My lips grazed the shoulder of his jacket. “I know, Stef, but towards the end you were dozing off a little.” He shrugged his shoulder with a smile.