In the following weeks, Dean and I found a little blue house only a few blocks away from George and Violet. Dean used the money he had been saving and purchased it. While Dean and George gradually moved the furniture and such into the house, I worked on making curtains for the windows and a new table cloth. The day we left for good, Violet gave me a beautiful beige and crimson braided rug to put in front of the fireplace in the living room.

Later that day when Celia was napping, I starting to arrange and put things away. Dean was outside mowing the lawn. By the time he was finished, our house was really starting to look like a home. I cooked dinner, and after listening to the radio for a while, Dean and I went to bed early. We were both exhausted and there was a lot left to do to finish moving in.

I was comfortable snuggling up to Dean in the middle of the night when I felt something splash on my face. I looked up and saw a wet spot on the ceiling with water slowly dripping through. I shook Dean gently and showed him the ceiling. The two of us got out of bed and he slid it over against the other wall. As he was crawling under the quilt, a drop of water slid down his nose. He sighed as I did everything I could to keep from laughing. He moved it yet again to the other wall, and after waiting a moment, we determined it safe. Not so much as a minute later, water was dripping down Dean's face. I burst into laughter as he scrunched up his nose. He looked angry for a moment, then started laughing himself.

"So much for the roof!"

He laughed. I smiled and we moved the bed against the last wall. This time, it really was safe.

The next day we got the last of the things out of the boxes and almost everything was in it's place. It was really nice to be in a place of our own. Not there was anything wrong with living with George and Violet, it was just a nice change to be alone with each other. There was a strong feeling of happiness and romance between Dean and I, despite the dripping roof. After things were put away, Dean went up on the roof to fix the leaky spots. While he was out, I started working on dinner. I got the chicken out of the icebox and sat it on a plate to unthaw. I started on mixing the marinade while that sat. I had the kitchen window open, and the most wonderful breeze was blowing the curtains gently. I smiled as I inhaled the smell of freshly cut grass that was swirling around the neighborhood. When I opened my eyes, I was just about to turn and I heard a scream and saw something fall past the window. I ran outside and, sure enough, Dean was laying on the grass. I ran over and knelt down beside him.

"Dean? Dean! Are you all right?"

He groaned and replied,

"Yeah, I'm okay brown eyes, I'm okay."

But when he tried to get up, he didnt make it very far. I told him to stay there and I would run and call Dr. Rosen.

Later that night, Dean was laying in bed with his ribs wrapped tightly. He had gotten himself a few fractures. I brought his dinner in on a tray and softly cuddled next to him as he ate. A few times, my swollen belly bumped him and his face would go pale for a second. I felt so bad, so I rolled over to the far side of the bed. There we sat silent with a large space between the two of us. All of a sudden, I started to cry. Dean looked over at me in complete and utter surprise.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

I sniffled.

"I. . . I don't know. I just felt bad that I hurt your ribs." I sobbed to him. He gingerly put his arm around me, despite the pain, and told me that it was fine. I sniffled a bit more before getting myself under control. After he had finished eating, I took the tray and the dishes into the kitchen and washed them. Just as I was drying the last dish, someone knocked on the door. I answered it and there stood George and Violet. Oh! I was so very happy to see them. As soon as I saw them, before we said anything, I started to cry again. Violet took me in her arms and comforted me. Finally, I showed them upstairs to see Dean. While they visited with him, I got Celia ready for bed.

As soon as George and Violet left, Dean was sleeping like a baby. I couldn't sleep. I wasn't feeling well and I was still shook up from the events that afternoon, so I went downstairs on turned the radio on. Soft swing music whispered in the background as I laid down on the couch. I laid there, staring into the dark and thinking about how worried I had been that afternoon. To some, Dean falling off of the roof may seem slightly comical, but to me it hadn't been comical at all. I could've lost my husband and my one true love. Even though it was over and he was fine, the thought still haunted me. Obviously I had been more exhausted than I thought because, soon, I was asleep there on the couch.

Time passed quickly. Dean's ribs healed beautifully and soon the baby came. Our house was as bright and happy as ever it could be. I had Dean and my two little girls to brighten every aspect of my life. It is most easily compared to a prism. A prism in the dark casts no rainbows. But with my family providing the light, the prism that was my life showered me in the warm light of it's rainbows.