She Loved Him and He Died

14. Is This The End?

The two still sit there, completely entranced by the lives they have made themselves. Two pairs of green eyes are wide with wonder as they stare up at their parents.

"What are we gonna name them?" Hero whispers, afraid to disturb them from their peaceful state.

Jo bites her lip nervously, she wants the boy's names to be perfect. Then she gets a idea, "Beauregard and Faulkner? After your middle names, but for short we can call them Beau (pronounced: Boe) and Fall?" She looks at him questionably.

He smiles and dimpled smile then looks down and then back at her, "I love that and I love you." He leans in and kisses her, but quickly pulls away and turns his back to her. A series of loud rough coughs erupt from him. When he turns back to her with a light smile, Jo frowns at the sight of blood on the corner of his lips that he doesn't notice is there.

"Hero," she sighs and reaches to the bed side where some napkins lays. Jo grabs one then starts to gently wipe his mouth. Soon enough he realizes what she is doing and why, he sighs as well.

"Let's not talk about this today. It's their day." He pleads and looks down at his sons.

"Yeah, and any day will be your day." She angrily whispers to herself.
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1 month later;

The two stroll down the sandy pavement on their way to the beach, Jo pushing Hero's wheelchair while he holds the two boys lovingly to his chest.

Hero knows. He just knows what today is.

Jo does too, but she doesn't want to except it. He's been especially clingy, touchy and lovely. As if this is the last time he'll be able to.

Jo locks the wheels to his wheelchair once they get to a good place at the beach and she sets up a foldable camping chair next to Hero and takes a seat with a huff, her lady part still giving her a bit of pain from her birth. "You alright?" Hero's now especially gruff voice asks with concern.

She chuckles a bit, "yeah, the girl down there is just a bit sore still." Jo takes Fall from Hero and leans back into the chair. "It's beautiful out today," she points out. Not wanting to talk about anything sexual with him, they haven't done anything since their honeymoon and she knows that they won't ever again. For one, Jo isn't fully recovered and two, Hero just doesn't have the energy anymore, even if he were to just lay there while Jo does the work, his body wouldn't have any energy to produce any release for him. Jo knows this and so she doesn't even ask to, she knows how unfair it would be for her to get full pleasure and not him.

"Not as beautiful as you, my love," Jo smiles at her husband who has grown even paler than ever.

"Oh stop it," she giggles, making the most out of this childish moment, wanting it to feel like a happy day instead of a sad one.

He reaches over and taps his finger tips lightly on the side of her stomach, tickling her and making her laugh wildly. "Stop, Heroooo!" She squeals. He does but then grabs the side of her face to make her lean towards him and he gives her such a youthful kiss full of love.

When their eyes open, Jo's are red and teary. "This is the end, isn't it?" She asks, with such a heavy chest.

He simply nods his head without a sound. "It is."

Knowing that there is nothing that she can do, she simply nods her head and smiles at him.

(A/n: this is the moment where I have to pause writing and sob a bit truthfully. Deep breaths reader, you got this)
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It's nighttime, and here Hero lays in bed with drooping eyes and Jo sits above him with his head in her lap, her fingers running through his hair. "Deep breaths, love. I know it hurts." She whispers to him.