A Life Worth WantingBy Heidi H.
Disclaimers-These are not my characters and I am making no money off of them. Ratings Info-Sam/Donna, sequel to A Life Worth Living Note-There might be another follow up to this, I haven’t decided yet. Donna looked at the sonogram again. This was the first picture of her son. She knew in her heart that he would look like Sam. He would always be a reminder of what they had. She hadn’t contacted or seen Sam in months and today the divorce papers had arrived. Sam had cited irreconcilable differences for the dissolution of their marriage. He had made arrangements for her to get spousal support for several years. At least he wasn’t leaving her in the cold with no money and a baby on the way.
After he walked out, Donna moved into a smaller apartment in DC with no roommate. She was surprised that she hadn’t run into any of her former friends and co-workers at familiar haunts. These days, she was trying to avoid people because it was completely obvious that she was pregnant. Her alarm rang and she got up to take her second daily dose of vitamins that the doctor put her on. He was worried that the stress and her job would take its toll on the baby. Donna was lucky that she’d found a job. She was a sales clerk at a very nice outlet store. She was on her feet eight to ten hours a day which put undue stress on her and the baby, but a girl had to work to live and eat. The owner was completely understandable about Donna’s condition and her co-workers were very nice new friends. No one would ever replace her White House friends, but they had chosen to distance themselves from her and she moved on without them. The divorce papers were begging to be signed, but Donna didn’t know if she was ready for her marriage to be over. She had given it her all and in the end, her *husband* hadn’t been strong enough. Their love wasn’t able to overcome the obstacles. Donna wondered if she should even put Sam’s name on the birth certificate when the baby was born. She didn’t want to have to be the one to explain to her son that his father walked out on her because he wasn’t strong enough to believe in the power of their love for each other and that she hadn’t ever told his father that she was pregnant. Donna was seriously wavering on contacting Sam and telling him about the baby, but didn’t want him coming back to her out of obligation. She picked up a pen, signed the papers, and put the envelope in the pile of mail to take to the post office the next day. She was moving on with her and her son’s lives without him and *his* friends.