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Della, talking to Mitsou in TCO The Blushing Pearls scene: Mitsou: “How do you talk to him (Perry)?”
Della: “What do you mean?”
Mitsou: “I am in trouble and I need his help, but I don’t know if he would help me.”
Della: “Don’t worry, he will help you. I will talk to him for you.”
Yeah, Della, we know you have him wrapped around your little finger…. 🙄🤣
😍 Perry and Della truly are the most romantic OTP in history.
Look at the picture I stole from Pinterest!! I have only seen this picture once before, but isn’t it lovely?
I would never fall in love again until I found her
I said I would never fall unless it's you I fall into
It All Faded To Black Part 2
Dedicated to @goldenteadust, @muir2244-blog, and @nicoles-story-corner
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Della stared at the doctor in open mouthed shock. Paul looked as though he were about to flatten the man for being so heartless. The next thing Della knew, she was standing in the doorway of Perry's hospital room.
"I'll be out here if you need anything," Paul touched her arm gently.
She nodded, went in, and sat in the chair by Perry's bedside. The great white bandage that was wrapped around his head and covering his dark, wavy hair startled her. His eyes were closed and the color was gone from his face. Except that his chest rose and fell from breathing, he did not even look alive.
"Perry?" Della said softly, but of course there was no answer.
Della sat up as straight as she could in the chair. She was Della Street, after all, and Della Street could calmly get through all kinds of situations - she stopped and her shoulders drooped.
She wasn't Della Street, she was Mrs. Mason and the man lying in the bed was her husband. No tears would fall, and Della almost wished they would.
She slid her hand into his.
"Please be all right, Perry!" she whispered, "Ritchie, Tommy, and I need you!"
Della silently sat there, holding his hand, until the nurse told her it was time for her to leave.
"We'll take good care of him, don't you worry!" the nurse promised.
Della walked to the door and her heart filled with sudden terror. She hadn't prayed about it! She turned and hurried back to Perry's side.
"I said that it was time for you to leave!" the nurse said firmly.
"Dear God in heaven," she prayed earnestly, ignoring the surprised nurse, "I give to You my husband and his injury. You know what's best for him and for us. Tomorrow is his birthday. Please heal him, dear God, and let him come home! You are the God of miracles and I ask that You would give us one" she took a deep, shaky breath, "But not my will, but Yours be done."
She looked down at Perry's face. Nothing had changed. She bent down, kissed his hand, and walked past the nurse who had her hands on her hips. Perry was in God's hands and that was the best place for him to be.
Paul took her arm.
"Do you want me to take you home?" he asked.
"Yes, thank -"
"Mrs. Mason!!" the nurse came running after them, "Your god heard your prayer! As soon as you left the room, he opened his eyes and started talking! He's asking for you now!"
Happy tears sprang up in her eyes and she turned her head to heaven.
"Thank you, dear God!" she cried out.
The doctors were amazed at Perry's recovery. He went home two days later.
Mr. Reed, the nervous man who punched Perry in the face and caused all of the trouble, turned out to be the murderer. He had killed the wrestler because he suspected him of having an affair with Mrs. Reed.
When Perry asked him he had gotten along well with the wrestler, Mr. Reed had hit him.
"Let's just hope it doesn't take another punch in the face to find the killer next time," Perry gingerly touched the bruise on the back of his head.
"What Did You Say?"
Dedicated to @muir2244-blog, @goldenteadust, @organanation, @nicoles-story-corner, and @madgecrabtree
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Perry rapped his fist on the end table, waiting impatiently for the person on the other end to pick up.
"Hello, Paul?"
"Perry," Paul sighed, "I should have known. Who do I need to look into this time?"
"Nothing like that. Look, it's time-"
"It's time?!?" there was a thump on Paul's end.
"It's time and I am taking Della to the hospital. I can't get a hold of Gertie, and I need you to tell her we won't be in."
"All right. And Perry? Congratulations!"
"Thanks, Paul."
~~~P+D~~~P+D~~~P+D~~~
It was six in the evening when they got to the hospital. Della was taken back and Perry was directed to the waiting room. Four other men were there waiting: one was sitting calmly in the corner reading, two others were pacing nervously, and the fourth was biting his finger nails. Perry sat down to wait, watching the others, amused.
Three hours ticked by. The calm man was now the father of a chubby cheeked little boy. He looked at his new son with pride. The two men who were pacing were actually brothers, and both of their wives were there at the some time. They passed out cigars when the nurses brought out their babies.
The last man sat waiting, now busy shredding the cigar he had been given instead of chewing his fingers to the bone.
"First time?" Perry asked.
"No, my third. How about you?"
"My first."
"Really? How do you stay so calm?"
"I'm too busy watching everyone else be nervous to be nervous myself," Perry smiled.
"Mr. Mason?" a nurse walked in to the waiting room.
"Yes?" Perry was on his feet instantly, his heart pounding, "Did she have the baby?"
"Look to the window," the nurse smiled.
Not one, but two nurses stood at the window, each one holding a tiny baby!
"Congratulations, Mr. Mason, you are the father of twins!"
"What did you say?"
"Two fine, healthy boys, sir!"
Perry stood before the hospital window, absolutely speechless. Twins! He never thought that he would be the father of twins! He thought his heart would burst!
Perry was finally taken back to see Della.
"Della?" he called her name softly.
She turned her head to face him. She had the biggest smile on her weary face.He bent down and kissed her. She grabbed hold of his hand and held it tightly.
"Aren't they just perfect, Perry? And two of them! Wasn't that a wonderful surprise?" Della gushed.
Perry nodded and gently brushed some stray curls off of her forehead. Her blinks were very long, her exhaustion evident. She kept talking:
"The youngest one, he's going to be full of mischief. The older one hasn't fussed at all," she stopped for breath and Perry took advantage of this.
"You should rest now."
"But we need to name them!" Della said.
"Tomorrow, Della. You've had a long day."
"Oh, Perry, isn't it all so wonderful?" Della asked.
"Perfect! You must rest now, Angel. Perry loves Della very, very much."
"Della loves Perry very, very much."
And he kissed the new mother.
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