The same roof 3|| HEROPHINE

sixty-four: Langford-Tiffin

♫-Can't Take my eyes off you
by Ms. Lauryn Hill

꧁ Hero's POV ꧂

Here I am in a hospital room.
I feel my arms getting a bit cold while the only colour I can see around me is white.
I look down and I see that I'm the one in the hospital bed.

The first thing I do is move my feet. Thank God I can move them.

What the hell is happening and why am I here?

"Oh thank God, you're awake." my mom runs once she opens the door and sees me with my eyes open.
"Oh, thank God." my mom says with her voice cracking almost on the edge of a breakdown, while she's hugging my head.

What the fuck happened to scare my mom to death like this? Wait. Where is Josephine? Where she is? Is she safe?

I look at my hands and I have some scratches and I notice the pain that my mom's hug is giving me.

No fuck. NO. Did I had a accident?

Goddamn, did Josephine was with me in the car?

What about our baby? Is she alright?

"Mom where is Jo?" I ask already gasping with tears on the edge of my eyelids.
"Is she okay?" O ask her almost yelling at her because of her hesitance.
"Where she is? Mom tell me the truth!!" I schema at her and she grabs my shoulders so tight that I feel pain.
"She is more than fine son! Calm down!" my mom finally yell at me and my heart stops for a bit like he need a second to process my mother's words.

She is more than fine.

"What about our baby girl?" I ask her with my breathe fluctuating in the air while my lungs are bagging for oxygen.

My mother eyes softens when I mention my little daughter and I don't know if is a bad or a good thing.
I have no time to ask her to give me answer that the door opens and the door opens.
Here she is a little copy of mine and Josephine's.

A little angel with brunette hair like mine with some blonde highlight, my eyes and lips and fortunately she got the little nose of her mom and not my longs nose.

"Daddy!" she yells running with her arms already coming for a hug.
"Here is my princess." I say while my mom helps her to climb up and sit on the hospital bed right next to me.

I see Josephine making her entrance in the room with her concerned stare the same that our daughter has right now.

I glare at Jo and I pull myself even more wanting go for a kiss and she understands it so the first thing that she does is placing her lips on mise.

Every time is like the first time. I inhale her scent while her lips are inviting my body with a sense of pleasure that i feel only when I get to kiss her.

I feel something cold like ice and when she stops kissing me and slowly let her hands slide away from my cheeks I see sparkle.

A ring. Ring that she's wearing not in the usual hand.

"Are you hurt dada?" the little voice asks while the only thing that i can do is stare at my daughter while I can't even swallow my saliva or breathe.

The ring.

Are we married?

I look at Jo and she smiles at me.

Did I hit my head again? Fuck no. I can't have forget my daughter delivery.