𝘜𝘴 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦

66.

Erik's P.O.V.

I sat on the brand-new cuddler chair in the nursery with my head down and a small, plush bear in my hands, unable to stop myself from doing this every night after that day. 

I could have had another son. 

My beautiful wife could have been 21 weeks pregnant now. 

Fuck. 

I have never cried this much in my whole life. I feel like I am drained of tears and cannot hurt more. 

Bullshit. 

Here is another tear. Here is another dose of severe, surreal pain that burns a hole in my heart. 

No matter how often I remind myself that it was out of my or Lauren's or anyone else's control, I just cannot believe it. 

I cannot believe that I am not going to hold my son, that I will never know whose features he could inherit, that I am not going to tell him how much I love him and forever adore him, that he is his mum's and dad's everything no matter what.

"My world."- spoke Lauren soundlessly, her soft hands laying on my cheeks, lifting my face up. 

"Is it even possible to move on?"- I almost whispered, fucking incapable of believing that one day I won't hurt this much. 

It feels like this agonising, killing pain will always be here.

"We will never move on."- replied Lauren, caressing my cheeks, wiping my tear away as her own trailed down her cheek. 

"But Damian will always be in our hearts, we will never ever forget him and that's what will get us through. We will live for him and forever honour him in every way we can."- said my wife as I gazed into her teary, hazel eyes, seeing the hurt and sadness that stretch out for miles, yet here she is. 

Being my hope, my strength, my angel and my saviour.

"What will we do with the room and everything here?"- I asked, gently sitting her on my lap, hugging her tight to myself. 

"Nothing. It will stay this way."- responded my angel, tenderly resting her forehead against mine, and I smiled gently, liking the plan. 

"I love you, my sweet flower."- I spoke softly, cupping her little cheek in my hand, wiping her tear away. 

"I love you, my heaven."- whispered Lauren, delicately kissing me, making everything seem like it will be fine. 

It will be fine as long as we are together.

The following day, 11:20.

Aidan's P.O.V.

I kissed Mel's tiny palms, smiling as my angel giggled and beamed, the two of us chilling together at home while Charlotte and Elody are at the Academy for a few classes and a bit of work. 

"It should be a crime to be so sweet and cute."- I murmured, peppering my baby girl with kisses as she is laying on my lap, so beautiful and irresistible. 

"Oh, that must be a delivery man."- I said more to myself, remembering that Char and I ordered a few unisex things for our baby: sheets, a few onesies and decor items. 

I scooped my baby in my arms and headed to the entryway, opening the door with my free hand. 

"Erik, hi."- I said warmly, hugging my brother tightly as he hugged me back, patting my back ever so lightly. 

"Hi, baby bro."- responded my elder brother with a heartfelt smile that I missed seeing on his face.

"What's up, little men?"- I spoke with a smile, hugging my nephews as they beamed at me, hyper and cheery sweetnesses.