Solangelo Mpreg Oneshots

Unfinished Not Unloved

Nico's POV:

Everything was white. White walls, white windows, white furniture, white sheets. Everything. No one is to blame for me having cancer. There's nothing I can do about it and I have only six months to live. My two kids don't understand. Will brings them here, but they can only stay a little while before my tiredness sets in and they leave.

Will comes every day, but it's not enough. I can't help it. I want more. I want to be in my bed with my husband surrounded by our kids. My youngest is 7 months old. During one of my prenatal check ups they noticed that I had a tumor in my lung.

It turned out to be cancerous but I wouldn't terminate the pregnancy. Will argued with me about it because he didn't see why I should risk my own life. I brought the baby into the world naturally after they said anesthesia may put me to sleep forever.

My oldest doesn't understand. I don't want her to try to understand. She's too little for me to try and tell her that I'm dying. She just turned 5 and she's a little ball of sunshine. Each time she comes she asks when I'm coming home. I can't bring myself to tell her that I will never come home again.

"Mommy!" Iridiana said, launching herself at my bed.

Will caught her before she could hurt me and gently set her on top of the mess of tubes and machinery. Our son was nestled in Percy's arms. I noticed that he was there. He sometimes visits with Will especially if Will is having a hard time.

"Hey baby," I said hugging her tight.

Each time I would hug her and tell her how much she meant to me. I would smother her with kisses and she would laugh and laugh. She would say I always told her that I love her. It's true, but it didn't change my sentiment.

"Hey sweetheart. I brought Percy with me. Doctors said you have had better oxygen levels this week. That's a good sign," Will said.

Always the doctor.

"Mommy, when will you come home? I want you to tuck me in at night," Iridiana said.

"Sweetheart, I want you to be good for daddy and Uncle Percy. I want you to listen to them always. They are going to take care of you," I said.

"I don't want them to tuck me in. I want you to. I don't want to be with daddy and Uncle Percy! I want you!" She wailed.

Tears gathered in my eyes as she begged me to stay with her.

"I don't want you to leave," Iridiana said.

"My beautiful baby. I'll never leave you. Every time you are looking up at the night sky and you see a star I will be with you. You just have to remember that I'll always be here. I don't want to leave but I have to," I said.

Will started to cry and he exited the room quickly as to not alarm our daughter. Percy's eyes had misted over too.

"I want you to stay with me," she cried.

"I want to stay also baby," I said.

"Then why won't you?" She asked her eyes filled with confusion.

"I want you to know that I wouldn't ever leave you unless I have to. Sometimes we have to leave each other even when we don't want to. Grandpa will take good care of me. I promise," I said.

Percy handed Ben to me. He didn't understand and I know he never will. I kissed his head and held both of my babies close as I cried over them.

I knew they wouldn't understand, but there wasn't much I could do. I told Percy to take good care of them even as Iridiana threw a fit about not wanting me to go.

I couldn't help but wonder what she would be like in the future. I'll never be able to watch her fall in love for the first time, walk her down the aisle, or see her become a parent. I've lost all of that and I never will be able to see it.

"I have a present for you baby," I said.

I handed her my locket with a picture of our family in it. It had been done before I went into the hospital. I put it on her and she held it with her small hand.

"Will I ever see you again?" She asked suddenly.

"This is the last time baby, but I'll always be with you even if it's not physically," I said.

"I'll miss you," Iridiana said.

"And I will miss you most," I said.

Will took her off of me. I'm not sure when he came back in, but he kissed me and promised to visit the next day alone.

Except he wouldn't keep that promise. I know he wouldn't. I'm too sick and I know that the minute I fall asleep I will never wake again.

So I sit here and I continue to write knowing that at some point I will succumb. This note from me will never be finished. I will never be able to include in it everything I hope to say and convey through words.

Words cannot describe the love I feel for my son and my daughter. They can't convey the sadness I feel at leaving them so young. As for Will, he was my first and last love but I hope I'm not his. I hope for him to live long but not lonely. I hope he will give each of the kids the opportunity to live and grow with a loving household even if I'm not in it.

I want them to know that I want to walk them down the aisle. I want to see them have their fairytale endings. I want to see my daughter and son dressed up for prom. I want to see them graduate and start their careers.

I want them to have the life I never had. I want them to live in this world of monsters and be the demigods I know they are. They will be lights in this darkness. I can already see it in the sweet ways that my babies go about their everyday lives.

I have nothing but adoration for them. They are my favorite people and they deserve everything good that comes their way. They will be whisked off their feet to find someone that they never knew they needed but did.

They will move on without me and that's okay. It's okay that they will move on because that's the way of life. They will have to move on. I want them to because I love