After returning to our world, me and Savannah enjoyed the rest of our honeymoon before heading back to Massachusetts, where the doctors confirmed that Savannah was indeed pregnant and also that my cancer had gone into remission. They referred to the latter as a miracle, but I knew what had really happened. Shortly after our return, Savannah put out her latest album which dominated the charts and I even tried auditioning for the final season of American Idol a few months later. I didn't make it, but it was at that time that I decided to take up writing as an author instead. I found a good agent and got my first story finished that fall, ready to be published by next summer.
On Friday, December 18th, our daughter was born and we named her Ariel for her hair was as fiery red as that of one of our favorite Disney Princesses, Ariel. The name itself seemed particularly fitting in the sense that she was named after a princess and she was, herself, a princess by blood. Even with this little bundle of joy being brought into our lives though, I couldn't stop thinking about that nightmare that I had. Day in and day out, I was constantly haunted by it, uncertain of whether to believe it or not. But that's a story for another time.
To be continued...