Free!

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Alex pov
Its been the best god damn 24 hours of my life and I haven't let go of both Ella or Bay. You cant even blame me. As we get towards the door of Ella's mums house, my dad comes from the corner and I freeze at the fact the he is here.

"What on the earth" i stop myself as he shifts around and then says "I had to come and see you, it would've been nice hearing of you. You know." I roll my eyes and Ella grabs Bay of me before they enter the house and I stand outside with my father.

"Okay that was bullshit-" "language Alexander" "why are you actually here." I cross my arms and he sighs looking down at me. "It's all backfired at work, and I'm down here to see my family so then I can refresh my mind and then go back with a new mindset." I take in a breath and exhale it.

"My mum and Eden have been having a great time down here dad, have you ever thought about us and not just yourself." I question him, "of course I have" i huff "no, no you haven't. I don't want to be down there dad. I want to stay here, mum and Eden want to stay here. If you want to go then go. We cant stop you." "You want me to leave my family, is that what your trying to make me do."

I hesitate before continuing. "We never really see you anyway, but thats not entirely what I meant, just stay down here dad. You can find a better, more advanced job and we can all get along again." I break, but don't cry, never in front of my father.

He walks over to me and embraces me into a hug. I at first, snub it but then take it and hug him back. "Okay" he says in a misty tone.  It's that, right there when I find out that he is only human. He does care, he does love us.

—

It's been some time and of course, we have spent it by school work, beach days, roaming around Evergreen and with family. My dad is back at his old job and seems a lot more happier.

Eden and my mum are more chatty and less sluggish and I'm just enjoying life. Me and Ella went to an orphanage today, it's been my thing since Ella and Bay were in that plane crash. Today, I show Ella the kids that I've made friends with down there and that they helped me.

Ella found her way to a baby, a fragile newborn who I know by as Brody. "He was transferred here a week ago" i said as i walk over to her. She embraces him with such a smile that it makes me think of something magical.

"Whats his name" "Brody, fun fact I actually named him. For a while now I've been wanting to keep him but of course I would of needed your consent and-" she cuts me off.

"Yeah, yeah no let's keep him. He's two cute. If I had it my way I'd take all these kids home with me." I laugh, what she doesn't know is that I would definitely do the same thing.

We adopted Brody. Now a family of four and with my money saved up, I managed to get another perfect doable apartment the day after.

Plain white walls, windows surrounding the hole building with draped down grey curtains. The green plants give the apartment its colour, as well as the dark wood and the grey sofa set.

We got rid of the other apartment, that i didn't even live in for awhile but Ella and Bay did while i was away.

However this apartment, the new one, its perfect and it's just what we needed. Settling in the night after we got it, both kids in bed, and me just sitting on the sofa to wait for Ella. She never makes it.

I wait a little longer then five more minutes before getting anxious and worried. As I make my way towards the bedroom, I see her hand shake uncontrollably hard on the floor. I run in, seeing that she is having a fit i comfort her as much as I can, without breaking myself.

—-
(Two months later)

I don't know what to do with myself. First shes all happy and looks healthy, then she's crying and hurting and fitting and scares me.

This past two my months have been nothing but that. So today, we're going to the hospital after I forced her to. I just want to make sure that she is definitely okay.

As we get there, her hand in mine and Bay and Brody with my parents. She lets out a breath and chokes it back in.

—-

Hours and hours later, obs have come back and the doctor looks down at us sympathetically. Mostly at Ella, as her face falls and my smile fades.

"Ella has stage four bone marrow disease," the doctor blurts out to us as Ella lets go of my hand.