Missing Pieces of My Forever-Heart by Janet Grosshandler Read Free Book Online

we’d be back together because we were meant to be with each other.  Was she right?
     
    There were issues.  His parents weren’t very happy with his decision to be with me again.  He was forced to have regular weekly meetings with Father Tim. I guess he was grilled about what we were doing.
     
    And we were being good. Honest! We held off on getting into alone situations that could get out of control, but we couldn’t stay away from each other.
     
    My car was an issue.  He didn’t have one.  His parents forbade him to drive mine or even be in mine a lot.  When we were, it was too tempting to climb into the back seat and get all hot and heavy.  
     
    So we set rules and boundaries.  We followed the “Father Tim Routine” we called it.  Jame would see him on Sunday nights.  On Monday through Thursday no night dates, just school and phone contacts.  It was fine. We were both busy seniors.  The Friday and Saturday date nights had to be kept under control because there was always Father Tim’s talk on Sunday night.
     
    College applications, Jame’s basketball college visits, the stress of keeping up good grades and all our activities were time consuming. My family already told me that I had to go to an in-state college, so I applied to several of them as a journalism major and held my breath hoping to get accepted to my first choice.
     
    Several colleges heavily recruited Jame.  Some were close to home, others really far away. He promised he would stay close by so we could see each other on weekends.  Villanova or Fordham looked pretty good so far.  His dad was pushing for colleges in Texas and California.  I prayed those wouldn’t work out.
     
    Senior year flew by and we got closer and closer.  Could high school love be this deep? This long lasting? It sure felt like that.   But we had a couple of close calls.  
     
    One time we went to my house after school.  My parents wouldn’t be home until after work and we had a few hours to be alone. We ended up in my bedroom after promising we wouldn’t, but teenage hormones ruled.  It felt so good and so right with Jame, his long, lean body crushing mine and the breathless kissing and touching. 
     
    The clothes came off and being totally naked with Jame for the first time was pure heaven. We were both eighteen now and it was getting harder and harder to be “good.”
     
    “I don’t want to stop,” Jame moaned into my neck, as he lay nestled between my legs.  
     
    “I don’t want you to,” I breathed back.
     
    “Oh God, this is torture.”
     
    “I know. I know.” 
     
    We went on like that for a while, but the fear of Father Tim that was drilled into us prevailed. We used hands and kisses to satisfy our urges.
     
    After the heavy breathing stopped, we cuddled and talked.
     
    “I don’t want to have to stop anymore. Forget Father Tim.  We’re old enough now. I’m going to get some condoms and we’ll be really careful.”
     
    “You mean it?  We’ll be safe, right?  Jame, I do not want to get pregnant. It would ruin all our college plans and our life together later on.”  I was thrilled and scared at the same time.  
     
    “We’ll be really careful.  But I want to be inside you so bad.  I think about it all the time.”
     
    “You have to promise me one thing.”
     
    “I promise.”
     
    “Ha, you don’t even know what I’m making you promise!”
     
    “It doesn’t matter.  I promise you anything you want.  I love you, Cath.”
     
    “And I love you too, Jame.  SO much it hurts so good. You know what I mean?  So here’s the promise.  Think about it- it’s a biggie.”
     
    “OK, Jeez, just say it.”
     
    “If for some reason I do get pregnant, you’ll marry me.  We would get married, move somewhere else, get jobs, maybe go to college part-time but we’d be together.  I can’t do it with you unless I know that.”
     
    “Of course I would marry you, Cath.  How could you think anything else?