“My Beloved”

Published June 13, 2012 by The Creative Outpost

I was 21-years-old and finishing up college when I became pregnant. I wasn’t prepared to have a child and neither was the baby’s father. It was the hardest decision I ever made, but I decided to give the baby up for adoption. When it was time to deliver, I braced myself for the heartbreak of saying goodbye to my baby girl. I had purchased a heart-shaped locket to give to her, so someday she would hopefully know that I did love her, when I made that difficult decision. I decided to leave the information regarding her adoption open to her new parents, so if she ever decided to find me it would be possible.

The day I delivered her was the happiest and saddest day of my life. She was so beautiful. She had a full head of dark black hair and a heart-shaped face. I had spent a lot of time selecting parents for my biological daughter. They were both educated, successful and more importantly kind and ready to be parents. I handed over my baby girl and gave them the heart-shaped locket with the inscription that I had put so much thought into that read, “My Beloved”.

Five years later, I had a successful career and was happily married. I had never forgotten my baby girl but trusted that I had made the right decision. Even with my current success and stability, I still believed I had made the right decision. I often wondered if the parents would contact me someday. My husband and I discovered that we could not conceive a child. After much thought it occurred to me that this was also an opportunity for an unprepared mother, a child that needed a loving home and for a mother that wanted a child.

We contacted an adoption agency and went through the lengthy process. There were several times we were expecting to bring a baby home but things always fell through. Our adoption agent called one day with an unexpected suggestion. She had a five-year-old girl who had lost both of her parents and needed a home. She knew that we wanted a baby, but wanted us to consider adopting an older child. It didn’t take long for me to realize that this was the blessing we had been waiting for!

We got together with the agent and finalized everything. It was a difficult story she shared with us. The little girl’s family had adopted her when she was a baby and had been killed in an accident leaving behind their daughter with no one to care for her.

The day had arrived. We waited anxiously and excitedly for the little girl’s arrival. It was time, the doorbell chimed and we went to meet our daughter. She was beautiful. Long black hair with a heart-shaped face. It was as if God had sent this beautiful child to me to fill the hole in my heart. That’s when I saw a shimmer peeking out from around her neck. What could the odds be of this little girl wearing a heart-shaped locket? I asked her timidly if I could look at the beautiful necklace. Her little face lit up with this request and with hands shaking I reached forward and opened the tiny locket. There inside was the inscription I had so thoughtfully written five years earlier, “My Beloved.”


16 comments on ““My Beloved”

  • This I liked! The one where the husband died…well, it was well written, but sad endings are the bane of my existence. 😉 I think I’ll send Shaya over to read it. She’ll love it. The more tragic a story is, the better she likes it. 😀

    You’ve inspired me, though, Chris. I’ve never been one to put short stories on a blog. I started a novel once [got about 15,000 words into it, if you can believe it!] but got bogged down in second guessing myself. Ended up writing myself into a corner I didn’t have the energy to get myself out of. Short stories might be perfect for my attention span! Heehee.

    Seriously, though, I did enjoy this story quite a lot. Keep it up!

    • Shelbi and Messy. If you like writing short stories you could consider self-publishing them as ebooks at http://www.smashwords.com

      It’s completely free to do and you can make them available for free as well. Smashwords will do a formatting check and then push them out to Barnes and Noble, Apple store, Sony store and a couple of others (but not Amazon).

      I have done three myself already and made them available for free. Currently working on a three-story compilation that I will be putting up within the next month or so.

      • Thank you for the idea of self-publishing them as an ebook. I have really been enjoying writing the short stories. What are the titles of your stories, so I may check them out? I did manage to figure out some of the issues I was having with my title not showing up. I had chosen the wrong format, so the title of “My Beloved” was not showing up. I also figured out that when you make a change to a post that does not involve the text you have to change something in the actual text for the update to take effect. The spellcheck issue I am having is when I am commenting on the forums, and I am wondering if it is my laptop. I am sure it is all operator error! lol I will keep experimenting to try and figure it out. Thanks for your help 🙂

      • My three books are free and are here – http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/mcargill

        The one called Diary of a Dork is different to the others. It’s a collection of short, humorous articles I wrote and is similarish to some of the stuff on my blog. The other two are ‘normal’ fiction stories. There are versions for all ereaders (Kindle, Kobo, Sony, etc.) or you can get the PDF version.

        Shelter from Thunder is the shortest one, about a boy in WWII. Slaughter in Barnaby Close is a horror story.

        Messy – if most of the stories you have written are of about the length of My Beloved then that is, I think, known as ‘flash fiction’. You would need to put lots of them into one book really. You will need to come up with a cover of some kind as well. At first I just used MS Paint to make some (rather awful) covers but updated them over Xmas to what they are now.

      • Michael- I read Shelter from Thunder. I loved it. I was there the whole time with Sam. If you can imagine this, we have a small airport here in town and while I was reading the story some small engine planes were flying above my home. My father was 50-years-old when I was born, and he served in WWII. I consider it a real honor that you complimented my work.

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