22. Chapter 22

My Sweet Posie,

Yesterday was my birthday. I almost forgot it because Beth went into labor.

My son is here.

He wasn't born on my birthday. The little guy came kicking and screaming his way into the world two hours too late for that, but he's here now.

I'm so excited that I finally got to meet him, but it feels like this cloud is sitting over my head because I couldn't share it with you – not in the way I wanted. There's only these letters that you never answer anymore. I don't even know if you read them. Maybe I should stop sending them. Maybe it isn't fair of me to keep trying. I messed everything up and took away your hope. I know that. Evan has told me as much.

Still, I feel like these letters are the last bit of hope I have that one day it will all work out. That you'll forgive me for a moment of weakness that took our future away. It would be different now, but there's still a chance we could have a future. That's what keeps me going. That's what keeps me writing to you because I don't know how to give you up even though it feels like you're already gone.

I can't believe I have a son. I wish you could be here to meet him. Even though I know how selfish that sounds. There's no doubt in my mind you'd fall just as in love with him as I did, despite the circumstances of how he got here. That's because you have that huge, beautiful heart of gold. I miss it. I miss you.

Yours Always,

Max