#bright echosmith

Were you dazzled by the same constellation?

“Life is good and that's the way it should be..” - Bright by Echosmith

A cover that could make your life brighter!

Haven’t had the opportunity to share my latest cover, Bright by Echosmith! 

SAM BIERMAN // AMANDA DAVIDSON - BRIGHT [ECHOSMITH COVER]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_T5o5ITaE80

(Happy 4th of July. Happy Owelia. Sweetness for my loves.)

“Do I get a hint about where we’re going?” Amelia wanted to know.

Owen knew she didn’t like surprises.

He took one hand off the steering wheel to reach for hers.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, linking their fingers.

She looked down at their hands together.

“Yes,” she answered without hesitation.

He knew it was the truth, even before she said it.

She turned her body toward him and curled into the seat, resting her cheek against the seatback so she could watch him drive. A muscle in his jaw moved as he breathed. Amelia wanted to kiss him there. Instead she held onto his hand without letting go.

As the car moved along the highway, gentle vibrations traveled up from the road through Amelia’s body. She grew sleepy. Her eyes were closing when she felt a flutter inside her, like tiny wings whispering a secret. She remembered this sensation - from before - from years ago.

Owen saw her move her other hand to her stomach.

“Are you okay?” he worried.

She watched his face before she said the words, knowing they would change him. “…I feel her.”

A smile crept up his cheeks slowly, with awareness. It lit up everything, like the sunset. It made her feel powerful, magical even. It was better than surgery.

“Amelia…” was all he could say at first. His glance passed from her stomach to her eyes and then quickly back to the road. He squeezed her hand tighter.

“It’s hard to believe she’s real, but she’s helping me believe.” Amelia said.

Owen wanted all of this. He had waited so long. “How does she… feel? Can you tell me?”

She thought for a moment. “I’ll show you.”

She leaned toward him and fluttered her eyelashes against the side of his neck. Then she kissed him there lightly before pulling away.

“Like a butterfly,” he said.

With tears in her eyes, Amelia nodded.

***

Traffic was heavy as they pulled off the highway. The road led to a park where there would be a fireworks display tonight. Owen left the flow of traffic, steered them down a side street, and parked the car.

Not wanting to wait another second, he turned toward Amelia and held her face in his hands. He kissed her softly, thinking of the flutter. He rested his forehead against hers and they stayed that way for a while, just breathing.

“So, you brought me outside of Seattle to kiss me in the dark? We could have done this at home in bed,” she teased.

“As much as I’d love to just stay here and kiss you, we do have some other plans too.” He reluctantly let her go and reached behind his seat. He pulled out a blanket. Then he opened the car door and stepped out into the evening. Amelia followed.

The sun was below the horizon, and the sky held a faint tinge of pink fading to blue. The night was warm.

Owen led them down a driveway toward a tall chain link fence. As they approached, Amelia could see beyond it was a football stadium. The field lights were off, and the school was clearly closed for the summer. At the end of the driveway, the gate was shut tightly with a padlock and chain.

“I used to come here on the 4th of July when I was a kid. This gate was always open then, and people would go down to the field.” He pointed to the other side. “The park where they launch the fireworks shares that fence with this stadium. I came here the first summer after I moved back to Seattle, and I learned that the school keeps the gate locked now. But I spent enough time here as a kid to know another way in.”

“This is a little bit Mission Impossible, eh Mr. Hunt?” Amelia played with him.

“Just a little bit.” Owen smiled as he took her hand again.

He led her along the fence line though the landscaping. They curved around the stadium. At the far corner, he squeezed through a gap between the fence and a shed.

“In another month or so I won’t be able to fit through here,” Amelia mentioned as she followed him, “You can’t suck in a baby.”

“Well then, it’s lucky for us that fireworks happen in July not August or September.”

As they walked onto the field, the air was filled with the fragrance of crushed grass.

Owen laid out their blanket, and they lay down together. The sky was clear, and the first stars were already visible.

“I’ve always watched fireworks over water, whether it was in New York, Boston, Baltimore, LA, or Seattle. But I like this already,” she said, moving close to him.

“I’ve heard enough explosions to last me a lifetime,” Owen shuddered slightly, “But this is good. I’ll never get tired of this. This makes me remember the summers when days were long, and I still wanted to grow up.”

Her fingers found his this time.

“I think the universe is on my side Heaven and Earth have finally aligned Days are good and that's the way it should be...”

A firework exploded huge above them. Amelia’s mouth dropped open. She had never watched from so close to the launch.

“Oh my God, Owen. Are you sure this is safe?”

“I’d never put you in danger,” he assured her. He rolled onto his side facing her and rested his free hand on her stomach.

As more fireworks exploded above them, he slipped his hand under her shirt, and his touch settled on her belly. Her skin was so warm there.

She covered his hand with hers and slid her thumb underneath so they were linked. He thought for the millionth time that she was the softest thing he had ever felt. 

Then he felt something even softer – as the baby fluttered under his hand. Owen gasped. He propped himself up on his elbow and looked into Amelia’s eyes to make sure he hadn’t imagined it.

“Our butterfly,” she said.

“…And I see colors in a different way You make what doesn't matter fade to grey Life is good and that's the way it should be…”

Owen kissed her gently, without moving his hand. The baby fluttered again, and he was overwhelmed with emotion. Amelia watched Owen’s tears reflecting the colors of the sky. Their next kiss deepened, sealing this moment, holding it in.

“I never want to let go,” he told her.