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Jay Halstead & Hailey Upton - Chicago PD
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On a crowded street in 1944 - bonus chapter
Summary - The four walls of Uptonâs General Store were all Hailey knew although she longed to see what else life had to offer. When a handsome soldier walks through the door, she thinks he might just be the answer to the life she wants to have. But it was 1944 and the country was at war. Would fate smile on her or would her heart be another casualty of the war?
Chapters - 16/16
Notes - and with this chapter, this story has come to a close. Thank you all so so much for reading along and I hope you enjoy this final snippet â¤ď¸ AO3 Link
He knew he had been cheeky, pushing the boundaries of what was acceptable in society by asking for her to send a photograph. They had only been on one date, had only shared one kiss. It didnât matter that he knew he loved her, knew he wanted to marry her and to make her his, he still felt like he might have crossed a line.
In his response he had apologised and said he hoped he hadnât caused offence and that night he had prayed twice over that she would forgive him and respond to his letter just as quickly. It was her letters that were keeping him sane over here. The things he had seen, the things he had to do. Well, dreaming of her blonde hair, her pretty blue eyes and the way her cheek dimpled when she smiled - those are the things that Jay chose to focus on instead.
Those were the things that were going to keep him safe and let him keep his promise. His promise that he would come home to her and she would someday be his wife.
As Jay lay there, or more accurately, sat with his back propped against the densely packed mud, his friends tucked in close on both sides, he realised he hadnât actually told her that he planned to marry her if, no, when he returned to home soil. He had thought it was a given. He wasnât the type of man to kiss a girl and then not want to follow it through. Heâd never kissed a girl like that before in his life.
Sure, in school, they had played spin the bottle in the school yard, tucked behind one of the old classrooms that was never used. So Hailey hadnât been his first kiss. That had been a slightly mousey girl called Ally, and their lips had barely touched. But he intended for Hailey to be his last kiss.
He smiled morosely at himself as he realised that no matter which way this war turned out for him - that statement would be true.
When he closed his eyes and tried to ignore the sounds of the bombs or the echoes of the screams of those who would never make it home to their sweethearts, pictures in their pockets or not, it was Haileyâs face that swam through his dreams. It was her lips that sang him to sleep.
âââââââââââââââââââââââââ
Post deliveries were both a highlight for the boys in the trenches but could also bring heartache.
There would be those overjoyed that a loved oneâs letter had finally arrived, and those whose eyes would fall to the ground when told there was no post for them. There were those who had brothers, dads, uncles or friends in other platoons or other battalions who were waiting for news, and those who would receive a photo from their sweetheart and beam from ear to ear looking like a love sick puppy.
And then there were those who would receive the letter no one ever wanted too. The âDear Johnâ letter.
One of the boys, Isaac, who usually bunked down a couple of people over from Jay and his buddy Mouse had received one two weeks prior. They had all read it, heâd passed it on as soon as he had read the words. It was curt, blunt, and broke the man's heart in two sentences flat. Isaac had barely spoken since. Jay prayed he would never receive one, that his and Haileyâs love could overcome the distance and pain that war would bring.
Todayâs mail package looked a little smaller, fewer letters and fewer smiles on their faces. He wasnât expecting a response from Hailey just yet, he doubted she had even received his letter yet. That didnât stop him being hopeful that his name would be called and an envelope shoved into his hand.
It wasnât his turn to smile however, it was Mouseâs. And as much as he was desperate to read Haileyâs newest thoughts, he was pleased for his friend. If they didnât share in each otherâs joy over here, well, it was one of the quickest ways to spiral.
âShe wrote me back!â Mouse exclaimed as he tore the envelope open. âI only wrote on the off chance.â
âTold you she would,â Jay said with a smile as he thumped him on the back. âItâs the uniform, the ladies love it.â It was a forced joke, an old tale with only a hint of truth to it. If any of their ladies could see them now, they wouldnât nearly be so smitten.
âShe said sheâs been thinking of me,â Mouse muttered as his eyes skimmed quickly down the page. âSaid the streetâs not been the same without me.â
âI bet itâs a hell of a lot tidier without you loitering on the corner,â Jay scoffed but Mouse was too enraptured by the words on the page to hear anything Jay was saying.
âSheâs been thinking of me,â Mouse repeated, his eyes glazing over with a love struck shine as he clutched the letter to his chest.
âBetter get you home in one piece then Mouse,â Sergeant Platt said as he walked past them. He was a stern leader but he wanted the best for his men and Jay would follow him into battle come what may.
âPreferably as good looking as when I left Sarge,â Mouse chirped as the rest of the team laughed. It was easy to forget where they were when they were laughing and joking, they could have been boys in a school yard. But later that day when the fighting would resume, there would be no forgetting it. Jay didnât think he would ever forget it. This was was becoming a part of him whether he wanted it to or not.
âââââââââââââââââââââââââ
âHalstead!â Jay turned his head quickly, it was mail call and his name being called could only mean one thing. âLetter for you.â
Jay accepted it with a small smile. He was normally over the moon to receive post, it was always from Hailey but this time, after his possible overstepping, he was concerned for what it might contain.
âIs it from your girl?â Mouse asked from his usual position, on Jayâs right hand side. They stuck together like glue now. Their unit was smaller now, Isaac hadnât put his helmet on when they went over the top. Jay believed he might have forgotten on purpose but he kept that thought to himself. He wouldnât taint Isaacâs memory for his family with a hint of cowardice. Although Jay thought it had more to do with the letter he had received rather than the horrors of the war. A battlefield wasnât a place for a boy with a broken heart.
âYeah,â Jay breathed out, his fingers brushing over the now familiar loopy writing of Haileyâs pen.
âWhat are you waiting for you muppet,â Mouse nudged him.
âNothing,â Jay said, delicately opening the envelope so heâd be able to slide the letter back into it.
As he unfolded the writing paper, his heart skipped a beat. There, looking back up at him was a smiling picture of his love, his Hailey. Frozen in time in a black and white image, but her eyes were just as bright even from the page.
âDamn Halstead,â Mouse puffed, glancing over Jayâs shoulder. Privacy and the trenches were two things that didnât go together. âHowâd you get a girl that looks like that to agree to walk out with your ugly mug?â
Jay ignored him, focusing on Haileyâs words instead but his gaze kept dancing back to the photograph.
My dearest Jay,
There was no offence taken at all, I simply had not found a way to get a photograph taken, but with a little help, please find it enclosed. I hope this is what you wanted and it makes you smile.
Of course you have my heart, I hope it keeps you safe over there.
I miss you more than I ever thought a heart could miss someone.
I pray each night that youâll come home safe, to me.
Yours forever,
Hailey.
He hadnât offended her, and she had sent him a photograph.
It was the greatest gift he ever could have received.
âLook everyone, Jayâs girl isnât imaginary after all!â Mouse exclaimed loudly and for once Jay was grateful for the layer of grime that coated his face to hide his blush.
There was a chorus of cheers from his friends and neighbouring units - a moment shared.
Jay knew it now, he knew in his next letter he needed to lay it all out. Tell her that he intended to marry her. He couldnât keep it within him any longer. A girl like Hailey deserved to know how he truly felt.
He lifted her picture to his lips and kissed it softly before tucking it safely into his breast pocket, right atop his heart. It was where she lived anyway. Whoâd have thought the girl he met in the general store would go on to mean so much to him. Someday that girl would be his wife. He tucked that thought away with a smile, when he got home, he would ask her in person to marry him. And if her letters were anything to go on, he didnât need to pray sheâd say yes. He already knew it.
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On a crowded street in 1944 - bonus chapter
Summary - The four walls of Uptonâs General Store were all Hailey knew although she longed to see what else life had to offer. When a handsome soldier walks through the door, she thinks he might just be the answer to the life she wants to have. But it was 1944 and the country was at war. Would fate smile on her or would her heart be another casualty of the war?
Chapters - 16/16
Notes - and with this chapter, this story has come to a close. Thank you all so so much for reading along and I hope you enjoy this final snippet â¤ď¸ AO3 Link
He knew he had been cheeky, pushing the boundaries of what was acceptable in society by asking for her to send a photograph. They had only been on one date, had only shared one kiss. It didnât matter that he knew he loved her, knew he wanted to marry her and to make her his, he still felt like he might have crossed a line.
In his response he had apologised and said he hoped he hadnât caused offence and that night he had prayed twice over that she would forgive him and respond to his letter just as quickly. It was her letters that were keeping him sane over here. The things he had seen, the things he had to do. Well, dreaming of her blonde hair, her pretty blue eyes and the way her cheek dimpled when she smiled - those are the things that Jay chose to focus on instead.
Those were the things that were going to keep him safe and let him keep his promise. His promise that he would come home to her and she would someday be his wife.
As Jay lay there, or more accurately, sat with his back propped against the densely packed mud, his friends tucked in close on both sides, he realised he hadnât actually told her that he planned to marry her if, no, when he returned to home soil. He had thought it was a given. He wasnât the type of man to kiss a girl and then not want to follow it through. Heâd never kissed a girl like that before in his life.
Sure, in school, they had played spin the bottle in the school yard, tucked behind one of the old classrooms that was never used. So Hailey hadnât been his first kiss. That had been a slightly mousey girl called Ally, and their lips had barely touched. But he intended for Hailey to be his last kiss.
He smiled morosely at himself as he realised that no matter which way this war turned out for him - that statement would be true.
When he closed his eyes and tried to ignore the sounds of the bombs or the echoes of the screams of those who would never make it home to their sweethearts, pictures in their pockets or not, it was Haileyâs face that swam through his dreams. It was her lips that sang him to sleep.
âââââââââââââââââââââââââ
Post deliveries were both a highlight for the boys in the trenches but could also bring heartache.
There would be those overjoyed that a loved oneâs letter had finally arrived, and those whose eyes would fall to the ground when told there was no post for them. There were those who had brothers, dads, uncles or friends in other platoons or other battalions who were waiting for news, and those who would receive a photo from their sweetheart and beam from ear to ear looking like a love sick puppy.
And then there were those who would receive the letter no one ever wanted too. The âDear Johnâ letter.
One of the boys, Isaac, who usually bunked down a couple of people over from Jay and his buddy Mouse had received one two weeks prior. They had all read it, heâd passed it on as soon as he had read the words. It was curt, blunt, and broke the man's heart in two sentences flat. Isaac had barely spoken since. Jay prayed he would never receive one, that his and Haileyâs love could overcome the distance and pain that war would bring.
Todayâs mail package looked a little smaller, fewer letters and fewer smiles on their faces. He wasnât expecting a response from Hailey just yet, he doubted she had even received his letter yet. That didnât stop him being hopeful that his name would be called and an envelope shoved into his hand.
It wasnât his turn to smile however, it was Mouseâs. And as much as he was desperate to read Haileyâs newest thoughts, he was pleased for his friend. If they didnât share in each otherâs joy over here, well, it was one of the quickest ways to spiral.
âShe wrote me back!â Mouse exclaimed as he tore the envelope open. âI only wrote on the off chance.â
âTold you she would,â Jay said with a smile as he thumped him on the back. âItâs the uniform, the ladies love it.â It was a forced joke, an old tale with only a hint of truth to it. If any of their ladies could see them now, they wouldnât nearly be so smitten.
âShe said sheâs been thinking of me,â Mouse muttered as his eyes skimmed quickly down the page. âSaid the streetâs not been the same without me.â
âI bet itâs a hell of a lot tidier without you loitering on the corner,â Jay scoffed but Mouse was too enraptured by the words on the page to hear anything Jay was saying.
âSheâs been thinking of me,â Mouse repeated, his eyes glazing over with a love struck shine as he clutched the letter to his chest.
âBetter get you home in one piece then Mouse,â Sergeant Platt said as he walked past them. He was a stern leader but he wanted the best for his men and Jay would follow him into battle come what may.
âPreferably as good looking as when I left Sarge,â Mouse chirped as the rest of the team laughed. It was easy to forget where they were when they were laughing and joking, they could have been boys in a school yard. But later that day when the fighting would resume, there would be no forgetting it. Jay didnât think he would ever forget it. This was was becoming a part of him whether he wanted it to or not.
âââââââââââââââââââââââââ
âHalstead!â Jay turned his head quickly, it was mail call and his name being called could only mean one thing. âLetter for you.â
Jay accepted it with a small smile. He was normally over the moon to receive post, it was always from Hailey but this time, after his possible overstepping, he was concerned for what it might contain.
âIs it from your girl?â Mouse asked from his usual position, on Jayâs right hand side. They stuck together like glue now. Their unit was smaller now, Isaac hadnât put his helmet on when they went over the top. Jay believed he might have forgotten on purpose but he kept that thought to himself. He wouldnât taint Isaacâs memory for his family with a hint of cowardice. Although Jay thought it had more to do with the letter he had received rather than the horrors of the war. A battlefield wasnât a place for a boy with a broken heart.
âYeah,â Jay breathed out, his fingers brushing over the now familiar loopy writing of Haileyâs pen.
âWhat are you waiting for you muppet,â Mouse nudged him.
âNothing,â Jay said, delicately opening the envelope so heâd be able to slide the letter back into it.
As he unfolded the writing paper, his heart skipped a beat. There, looking back up at him was a smiling picture of his love, his Hailey. Frozen in time in a black and white image, but her eyes were just as bright even from the page.
âDamn Halstead,â Mouse puffed, glancing over Jayâs shoulder. Privacy and the trenches were two things that didnât go together. âHowâd you get a girl that looks like that to agree to walk out with your ugly mug?â
Jay ignored him, focusing on Haileyâs words instead but his gaze kept dancing back to the photograph.
My dearest Jay,
There was no offence taken at all, I simply had not found a way to get a photograph taken, but with a little help, please find it enclosed. I hope this is what you wanted and it makes you smile.
Of course you have my heart, I hope it keeps you safe over there.
I miss you more than I ever thought a heart could miss someone.
I pray each night that youâll come home safe, to me.
Yours forever,
Hailey.
He hadnât offended her, and she had sent him a photograph.
It was the greatest gift he ever could have received.
âLook everyone, Jayâs girl isnât imaginary after all!â Mouse exclaimed loudly and for once Jay was grateful for the layer of grime that coated his face to hide his blush.
There was a chorus of cheers from his friends and neighbouring units - a moment shared.
Jay knew it now, he knew in his next letter he needed to lay it all out. Tell her that he intended to marry her. He couldnât keep it within him any longer. A girl like Hailey deserved to know how he truly felt.
He lifted her picture to his lips and kissed it softly before tucking it safely into his breast pocket, right atop his heart. It was where she lived anyway. Whoâd have thought the girl he met in the general store would go on to mean so much to him. Someday that girl would be his wife. He tucked that thought away with a smile, when he got home, he would ask her in person to marry him. And if her letters were anything to go on, he didnât need to pray sheâd say yes. He already knew it.
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On a crowded street in 1944 - bonus chapter
Summary - The four walls of Uptonâs General Store were all Hailey knew although she longed to see what else life had to offer. When a handsome soldier walks through the door, she thinks he might just be the answer to the life she wants to have. But it was 1944 and the country was at war. Would fate smile on her or would her heart be another casualty of the war?
Chapters - 16/16
Notes - and with this chapter, this story has come to a close. Thank you all so so much for reading along and I hope you enjoy this final snippet â¤ď¸ AO3 Link
He knew he had been cheeky, pushing the boundaries of what was acceptable in society by asking for her to send a photograph. They had only been on one date, had only shared one kiss. It didnât matter that he knew he loved her, knew he wanted to marry her and to make her his, he still felt like he might have crossed a line.
In his response he had apologised and said he hoped he hadnât caused offence and that night he had prayed twice over that she would forgive him and respond to his letter just as quickly. It was her letters that were keeping him sane over here. The things he had seen, the things he had to do. Well, dreaming of her blonde hair, her pretty blue eyes and the way her cheek dimpled when she smiled - those are the things that Jay chose to focus on instead.
Those were the things that were going to keep him safe and let him keep his promise. His promise that he would come home to her and she would someday be his wife.
As Jay lay there, or more accurately, sat with his back propped against the densely packed mud, his friends tucked in close on both sides, he realised he hadnât actually told her that he planned to marry her if, no, when he returned to home soil. He had thought it was a given. He wasnât the type of man to kiss a girl and then not want to follow it through. Heâd never kissed a girl like that before in his life.
Sure, in school, they had played spin the bottle in the school yard, tucked behind one of the old classrooms that was never used. So Hailey hadnât been his first kiss. That had been a slightly mousey girl called Ally, and their lips had barely touched. But he intended for Hailey to be his last kiss.
He smiled morosely at himself as he realised that no matter which way this war turned out for him - that statement would be true.
When he closed his eyes and tried to ignore the sounds of the bombs or the echoes of the screams of those who would never make it home to their sweethearts, pictures in their pockets or not, it was Haileyâs face that swam through his dreams. It was her lips that sang him to sleep.
âââââââââââââââââââââââââ
Post deliveries were both a highlight for the boys in the trenches but could also bring heartache.
There would be those overjoyed that a loved oneâs letter had finally arrived, and those whose eyes would fall to the ground when told there was no post for them. There were those who had brothers, dads, uncles or friends in other platoons or other battalions who were waiting for news, and those who would receive a photo from their sweetheart and beam from ear to ear looking like a love sick puppy.
And then there were those who would receive the letter no one ever wanted too. The âDear Johnâ letter.
One of the boys, Isaac, who usually bunked down a couple of people over from Jay and his buddy Mouse had received one two weeks prior. They had all read it, heâd passed it on as soon as he had read the words. It was curt, blunt, and broke the man's heart in two sentences flat. Isaac had barely spoken since. Jay prayed he would never receive one, that his and Haileyâs love could overcome the distance and pain that war would bring.
Todayâs mail package looked a little smaller, fewer letters and fewer smiles on their faces. He wasnât expecting a response from Hailey just yet, he doubted she had even received his letter yet. That didnât stop him being hopeful that his name would be called and an envelope shoved into his hand.
It wasnât his turn to smile however, it was Mouseâs. And as much as he was desperate to read Haileyâs newest thoughts, he was pleased for his friend. If they didnât share in each otherâs joy over here, well, it was one of the quickest ways to spiral.
âShe wrote me back!â Mouse exclaimed as he tore the envelope open. âI only wrote on the off chance.â
âTold you she would,â Jay said with a smile as he thumped him on the back. âItâs the uniform, the ladies love it.â It was a forced joke, an old tale with only a hint of truth to it. If any of their ladies could see them now, they wouldnât nearly be so smitten.
âShe said sheâs been thinking of me,â Mouse muttered as his eyes skimmed quickly down the page. âSaid the streetâs not been the same without me.â
âI bet itâs a hell of a lot tidier without you loitering on the corner,â Jay scoffed but Mouse was too enraptured by the words on the page to hear anything Jay was saying.
âSheâs been thinking of me,â Mouse repeated, his eyes glazing over with a love struck shine as he clutched the letter to his chest.
âBetter get you home in one piece then Mouse,â Sergeant Platt said as he walked past them. He was a stern leader but he wanted the best for his men and Jay would follow him into battle come what may.
âPreferably as good looking as when I left Sarge,â Mouse chirped as the rest of the team laughed. It was easy to forget where they were when they were laughing and joking, they could have been boys in a school yard. But later that day when the fighting would resume, there would be no forgetting it. Jay didnât think he would ever forget it. This was was becoming a part of him whether he wanted it to or not.
âââââââââââââââââââââââââ
âHalstead!â Jay turned his head quickly, it was mail call and his name being called could only mean one thing. âLetter for you.â
Jay accepted it with a small smile. He was normally over the moon to receive post, it was always from Hailey but this time, after his possible overstepping, he was concerned for what it might contain.
âIs it from your girl?â Mouse asked from his usual position, on Jayâs right hand side. They stuck together like glue now. Their unit was smaller now, Isaac hadnât put his helmet on when they went over the top. Jay believed he might have forgotten on purpose but he kept that thought to himself. He wouldnât taint Isaacâs memory for his family with a hint of cowardice. Although Jay thought it had more to do with the letter he had received rather than the horrors of the war. A battlefield wasnât a place for a boy with a broken heart.
âYeah,â Jay breathed out, his fingers brushing over the now familiar loopy writing of Haileyâs pen.
âWhat are you waiting for you muppet,â Mouse nudged him.
âNothing,â Jay said, delicately opening the envelope so heâd be able to slide the letter back into it.
As he unfolded the writing paper, his heart skipped a beat. There, looking back up at him was a smiling picture of his love, his Hailey. Frozen in time in a black and white image, but her eyes were just as bright even from the page.
âDamn Halstead,â Mouse puffed, glancing over Jayâs shoulder. Privacy and the trenches were two things that didnât go together. âHowâd you get a girl that looks like that to agree to walk out with your ugly mug?â
Jay ignored him, focusing on Haileyâs words instead but his gaze kept dancing back to the photograph.
My dearest Jay,
There was no offence taken at all, I simply had not found a way to get a photograph taken, but with a little help, please find it enclosed. I hope this is what you wanted and it makes you smile.
Of course you have my heart, I hope it keeps you safe over there.
I miss you more than I ever thought a heart could miss someone.
I pray each night that youâll come home safe, to me.
Yours forever,
Hailey.
He hadnât offended her, and she had sent him a photograph.
It was the greatest gift he ever could have received.
âLook everyone, Jayâs girl isnât imaginary after all!â Mouse exclaimed loudly and for once Jay was grateful for the layer of grime that coated his face to hide his blush.
There was a chorus of cheers from his friends and neighbouring units - a moment shared.
Jay knew it now, he knew in his next letter he needed to lay it all out. Tell her that he intended to marry her. He couldnât keep it within him any longer. A girl like Hailey deserved to know how he truly felt.
He lifted her picture to his lips and kissed it softly before tucking it safely into his breast pocket, right atop his heart. It was where she lived anyway. Whoâd have thought the girl he met in the general store would go on to mean so much to him. Someday that girl would be his wife. He tucked that thought away with a smile, when he got home, he would ask her in person to marry him. And if her letters were anything to go on, he didnât need to pray sheâd say yes. He already knew it.
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Jay Halstead in every episode [x]
2.02 â Get My Cigarettes
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CHICAGO FIRE
6.06 'Down is Better'
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I love you, Stella Kidd. I love you so much.
CHICAGO FIRE 12.06 'Port in the Storm'
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You should have had the pilot radio me. I thought about it, believe me. Iâm just glad you came home.
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On a crowded street in 1944 - Epilogue
Summary - The four walls of Uptonâs General Store were all Hailey knew although she longed to see what else life had to offer. When a handsome soldier walks through the door, she thinks he might just be the answer to the life she wants to have. But it was 1944 and the country was at war. Would fate smile on her or would her heart be another casualty of the war?
Chapters - 15/16
Notes - I canât believe weâve reached the epilogue of this little story, the bonus chapter will be posted on Wednesday đŤśđť AO3 Link
Hailey Halstead was now a married woman.
She woke up every morning with Jayâs arm around her waist, his warm body pressed against her back in their double bed tucked into the corner of their small bedroom. Every morning Jay would get up and make her a cup of coffee exactly how she liked it and would bring it to her in bed with a gentle kiss to her lips in greeting.
He would head out to work with his brother and would be out all day until the sun had set. They were setting up a clinic in one of the poorer neighbourhoods of the city to provide some much needed healthcare to those in need. The aftermath of the war had left a lot of families struggling when the breadwinner hadnât returned from the front so the Halstead brothers had decided they wanted to make a difference to their community.
They had a little money put aside that their mother had left for them when sheâd passed and much to Haileyâs surprise, Oscar had gifted them some money for a down payment on a storefront as well. Her suspicions about him being a good man were true and he was trying to make a name for himself in the city out from under his fathers prying gaze.
It was slow going to get the inhabitants of the area to trust that Jay and Will had their best interests at heart, that they wouldnât be reporting people to the authorities or charging extortionate fees for simple procedures. They couldnât offer the same as a hospital but Will had taught Jay everything he knew from the Medic Corps and both had seen more than their fair share of injuries in the war to be able to help and patch up those who needed them to.
Hailey was incredibly proud of her husband and would stroll down to the storefront, still missing a sign as costs were being invested elsewhere, with lunch for the two men everyday. Will would welcome her with a warm smile and a loud call of her name and Jay would appear from the back and give her a kiss in greeting and introduce her proudly as his wife to anyone in the waiting room. She left everyday with a smile larger than when she walked in the door.
She herself had started on a typing course. The local college had seen a drop in their course subscriptions so had offered a discounted offer for their part time course and Hailey had been the first name on the list. Jay had held her hand as she went to sign up, his pride evident from the smile on his face.
She supported him and he was her biggest cheerleader. It was everything Hailey had ever dreamt about.
Her relationship with her father had evaporated, if he saw them on the street he wouldnât even acknowledge her.
At first it had been painful . Hailey had cried herself to sleep in the arms of her husband on multiple nights until she realised that it was a waste of her tears. He was a waste of her tears. She had given her father years of her life and when she had asked him for support for her happiness, he had turned his back. It was his loss.
Jay was her family now.
She still saw her mother, she came round for tea twice a month, usually when her father was out at meetings but Hailey assumed he must know what his wife was doing. Hailey was grateful to still be in touch with her mother though and the smile she wore when she entered Haileyâs apartment was one of genuine joy and happiness.
Life wasnât always easy and money could be tight on occasion but getting to share her life with Jay meant the worries didnât concern her as much as they might. They were together and they could face whatever cards they were dealt. They had survived a war, separation and an engagement with another man. They could survive whatever else was thrown their way as well.
And if they ever needed to be reminded, tucked into a box in the back of the wardrobe were the letters they had written to each other during the early days of their relationship. They got them out on occasion, along with the photographs that were now starting to gain numbers in the box as well. The first one was the portrait that Mr Richards had taken of Hailey to send to Jay, its edges were frayed and torn but Jay still said it was his favourite picture of her - it was the one that had kept him safe. There was a photograph of them both alongside Will out the front of the clinic on opening day. There was one of the wedding photographs in the box, the one of just the two of them, the loving look they were giving each other radiating even from the still image. The one of them both alongside Will and her mother was framed on the mantelpiece. Mr Richards had given them to them as a wedding present.
They would fill the box with more pictures; of memories and moments they would share together. And one day when they were old and grey, theyâd get them all out, perhaps surrounded by their children and grandchildren and tell them all about how they had fallen in love and about the life they lived.
Hailey had never imagined she could be this happy but everyday she still dropped to her knees and prayed alongside her husband that they would continue to be this happy together. God hadnât let her down yet and she didnât imagine he was going to now - he had brought her love home to her after all.
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On a crowded street in 1944 - Epilogue
Summary - The four walls of Uptonâs General Store were all Hailey knew although she longed to see what else life had to offer. When a handsome soldier walks through the door, she thinks he might just be the answer to the life she wants to have. But it was 1944 and the country was at war. Would fate smile on her or would her heart be another casualty of the war?
Chapters - 15/16
Notes - I canât believe weâve reached the epilogue of this little story, the bonus chapter will be posted on Wednesday đŤśđť AO3 Link
Hailey Halstead was now a married woman.
She woke up every morning with Jayâs arm around her waist, his warm body pressed against her back in their double bed tucked into the corner of their small bedroom. Every morning Jay would get up and make her a cup of coffee exactly how she liked it and would bring it to her in bed with a gentle kiss to her lips in greeting.
He would head out to work with his brother and would be out all day until the sun had set. They were setting up a clinic in one of the poorer neighbourhoods of the city to provide some much needed healthcare to those in need. The aftermath of the war had left a lot of families struggling when the breadwinner hadnât returned from the front so the Halstead brothers had decided they wanted to make a difference to their community.
They had a little money put aside that their mother had left for them when sheâd passed and much to Haileyâs surprise, Oscar had gifted them some money for a down payment on a storefront as well. Her suspicions about him being a good man were true and he was trying to make a name for himself in the city out from under his fathers prying gaze.
It was slow going to get the inhabitants of the area to trust that Jay and Will had their best interests at heart, that they wouldnât be reporting people to the authorities or charging extortionate fees for simple procedures. They couldnât offer the same as a hospital but Will had taught Jay everything he knew from the Medic Corps and both had seen more than their fair share of injuries in the war to be able to help and patch up those who needed them to.
Hailey was incredibly proud of her husband and would stroll down to the storefront, still missing a sign as costs were being invested elsewhere, with lunch for the two men everyday. Will would welcome her with a warm smile and a loud call of her name and Jay would appear from the back and give her a kiss in greeting and introduce her proudly as his wife to anyone in the waiting room. She left everyday with a smile larger than when she walked in the door.
She herself had started on a typing course. The local college had seen a drop in their course subscriptions so had offered a discounted offer for their part time course and Hailey had been the first name on the list. Jay had held her hand as she went to sign up, his pride evident from the smile on his face.
She supported him and he was her biggest cheerleader. It was everything Hailey had ever dreamt about.
Her relationship with her father had evaporated, if he saw them on the street he wouldnât even acknowledge her.
At first it had been painful . Hailey had cried herself to sleep in the arms of her husband on multiple nights until she realised that it was a waste of her tears. He was a waste of her tears. She had given her father years of her life and when she had asked him for support for her happiness, he had turned his back. It was his loss.
Jay was her family now.
She still saw her mother, she came round for tea twice a month, usually when her father was out at meetings but Hailey assumed he must know what his wife was doing. Hailey was grateful to still be in touch with her mother though and the smile she wore when she entered Haileyâs apartment was one of genuine joy and happiness.
Life wasnât always easy and money could be tight on occasion but getting to share her life with Jay meant the worries didnât concern her as much as they might. They were together and they could face whatever cards they were dealt. They had survived a war, separation and an engagement with another man. They could survive whatever else was thrown their way as well.
And if they ever needed to be reminded, tucked into a box in the back of the wardrobe were the letters they had written to each other during the early days of their relationship. They got them out on occasion, along with the photographs that were now starting to gain numbers in the box as well. The first one was the portrait that Mr Richards had taken of Hailey to send to Jay, its edges were frayed and torn but Jay still said it was his favourite picture of her - it was the one that had kept him safe. There was a photograph of them both alongside Will out the front of the clinic on opening day. There was one of the wedding photographs in the box, the one of just the two of them, the loving look they were giving each other radiating even from the still image. The one of them both alongside Will and her mother was framed on the mantelpiece. Mr Richards had given them to them as a wedding present.
They would fill the box with more pictures; of memories and moments they would share together. And one day when they were old and grey, theyâd get them all out, perhaps surrounded by their children and grandchildren and tell them all about how they had fallen in love and about the life they lived.
Hailey had never imagined she could be this happy but everyday she still dropped to her knees and prayed alongside her husband that they would continue to be this happy together. God hadnât let her down yet and she didnât imagine he was going to now - he had brought her love home to her after all.
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