Plot: you and Matt had a baby 1 year ago, 6 months after birth the baby has brain cancer... Now only 3 days ago did your son die from the sickness
Your pov
I sat in the nursery rocking chair slowly rocking back and forth
As I looked out the window to the backyard with a great view of the playground Matt built
There was a small knock on the door as it slightly cracked open
"Y/N I made you some lunch will you please come eat" Matt says with sorrow and worry in his voice
I ignored him and continued to rock slowly
"Y/N please it's been 3 days you need to eat, you need to get up and move around this isn't healthy" Matt urged walking into the room and crouching in front of the chair
"It's been 3 days" I whispered still keeping my gaze on the playground
"3 days since our baby died Matt! You know what I need! I need him! I just don't understand!" I cried falling out of the Chair and onto the floor as I cried into my hands
"I know y/n I know" Matt whimpers pulling me tightly into his arms
"He's in a better place now y/n he won't have to be in pain anymore he can be free" I continued to cry gripping onto his shirt and burying my face deeper into his chest
"It's so unfair!" I cried louder
"I'm so sorry y/n but it will get better we just need to take it one day at a time" Matt soothed kissing my head and rocking me back and forth
"One day at a time" he repeated as the room filled with more cries of sorrow and misery for our lost son
{5 years later}
I heard my sons cries echo through the house
Rolling my eyes I walked up the staircase with a white laundry basket clutched to my hip
I set the basket by the door before walking into jaxons nursery hearing his cries settle down as he fumbled around in his crib
"There's mammas big boy!" I beamed with joy laced in my voice
He giggled kicking his feet in the air and banging his teddy bear into the crib bars
"How about daddy takes you outside to swing" I said smiling as I picked him up out of the crib listening him only babbled on response
Right on que Matt walked into the nursery with A wide smile on his face
"Hi jax! You ready to go play?" He said taking him out of my arms and running down the stairs making airplane nosies that only made jaxon giggle loudly
I felt tears in my eyes as i sat down in the rocking chair and glanced outside at my three boys playing in the yard
One was a giggling baby only 11 months old
Another was my amazing husband who was pushing jax in the baby swing
Lastly was my baby who laid to rest under the willow tree in the back of the garden
More tears rolled down my cheeks
As I took everything one day at a time
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