Find Me

29. Ache

Hero pov:

It's been seven months, Josephine doesn't seem to be doing too good. Her stomach has grown larger than we thought it would, but other than her abnormal amount of pregnancy sickness, things have been going good for us. It's been a easy going few months. Jo ended up not getting the role but she is convinced that getting rejected a few times is apart of the experience. Dan hasn't bothered us and we are to be wed a few months after Jo gives birth, she wanted to have both our children there-

*BAM*

Startled, I quickly set my journal down on the side table by the couch I was sitting on and rush upstairs, almost tripping on the way up.

"Jo!" I shout frantically as I slam open the bathroom door. There lays Jo on the floor, eyes closed and naked while the shower runs. "Dammit, Jo, please please be alright, baby," I mumble to myself, wrapping a towel around her before lifting her up in my arms and setting her on our bed.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"Yes, my fiancé is pregnant and has fallen and is now unconscious!" I yell into the phone frantically.

"Sir, I need you to stay calm, what is your address? I'm sending a ambulance now." The lady attempts to keep me calm.

I pace the room, "31 Lake street. Please have them hurry," I sob into the receiver unable to control myself.

The calm woman replies, "don't worry, sir, they are getting there as fast as they can." I can't help but wish in that moment, the world would stop turning.
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I hold Jo's cold hand as she lays asleep in the hard hospital bed, the nurse told me that Jo was fine, while Jo told me that she had just lost balance trying to get into the shower on her own. She should've asked me to help. This is Jos biggest problem, she thinks that she's a nuisance when she isn't. I want nothing more than to be completely consumed by her and take care of her.

But now she's asleep, being pregnant and knocking yourself out seems really tiring. "Mr. Finnes-Tiffin," a male voice calls from behind me.

I look over my shoulder to see a older man dressed in a doctors coat standing there with a clip board in his hand. "Yes?" I ask.

"A moment outside please," he tries to hide it but I can tell something is wrong. Soundlessly, I follow him out into the hall that smells strongly of rubbing alcohol.

"What is it?" I ask a bit impatient, just wanting to get back to Jo where I know she's safe.

He clears his throat and looks down, "uh, I don't know how to say this, but your fiancé... she's dying."
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"Why are you so gloomy? It's such a nice day!" Jo exclaims while holding one of her hands outside of the car window, giggling at the feeling of the sun and wind on her small hand.

I look over at her from the drivers seat, memorizing the way her blonde hair is blowing all around her, her skin glowing gold and her eyes as blue as the ocean. She's happy, really happy. And her bump looks so cute under her baby blue sun dress.

It's been a week since the hospital incident, and I haven't been able to bring myself to tell my beloved of her fate. But I know this is something I can't keep from her, I don't want her to hate me.

"I'm not gloomy," I scoff and playfully roll my eyes, looking back at the road.

"Whatever," she giggles, "what did you pack? I'm hungry," she tries to reach to the back where the picnic basket is but I gently swat her hands away.

"No, no, pretty girl, wait till he get to the park." I scold.

She groans loudly as she throws her head back, "but the falls are so far awayyyyy."

I place my hand on her thigh that has gotten delectably thicker throughout pregnancy. "You can wait five minutes-"

"Daisy can't though!" She rebuttals, using our daughters planned name to help her case. I give her a side eye and she groans even louder, seeing that her words aren't working on me. "You're impossible," she grumbles in her seat and pouts.

Quickly, I pull over to the side of the road and grab her face in one of my hands, squishing her chubby cheeks together before landing a big wet kiss on her pink lips.

This. This I will miss every day she's gone.
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Her giggles and the sounds of a rushing waterfall fill my ears as she skips across stones, holding a bundle of flowers in her hands. I sit watching her from my face on some large stones setting out her favorite foods. But before she can notice I take out my phone and capture the most gorgeous scene anyone could ever see.

My angel.

Note from author:

The story is close to the end, don't hate me please.

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You know you love me xoxo,
Zoë