Unconditional Love [part 1]

Unconditional Love [part 5]

You had woken up to see Chris sitting by your bedside. A cup if Starbucks in his hand and his phone in the other. His eyes were still red.

“Chris.” You whispered.

He put down his coffee and stuffed his phone in his pocket. “Hey baby.”

“I… I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying that. This wasn’t your fault. Please stop saying that.” He begged.

“I hurt…”

“Well they just tore you open to…” He trailed off, avoiding saying what you both knew he was trying to say.

You nodded.

“Ange and the guys, they came back to visit you.”

“They did?”

“Yeah we did. We even brought you Chipotle.” Balz smiled as he set the bag on your table.

“Thanks guys.” You grinned.

“You just went through hell and you’re still smiling.” Ricky grinned. “You’re strong.”

“I’m not.” You whispered.

“We’re your gothterage.” Balz smiled. “We won’t let you fall.”

“Chris… Did you see him?” You asked.

“I… Yes.”

You felt tears running down your cheeks.

“I… I wanna see him.”

“Baby, no, you don’t. You aren’t-“

“I wanna see him.” You snapped. 

“I don’t think that’s best.” Balz said as he looked down.

You sat up and nearly screamed from pain. 

“Look, I am the mother of that baby! Let me see him! Now! DON’T YOU EVER DENY ME THE FUCKING RIGHT TO SEE MY CHILD!”

You threw your feet over the edge of the bed and attempted to stand up. You gasped and shrieked in pain.

“(Y/N) WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Chis asked as he reached for you.

You snatched your arm away. “Don’t fucking touch me. I will see my baby!”

Balz went to wrap an arm around you to hold you up but you pushed him back.

“Let me go!” You snapped. 

Angelo stood in the doorway with his arms crossed. You knew there was no way that you were gonna be able to get passed him.

“Back to bed Kid.” Angelo said. 

He scooped you up and carried you back.

“Stop this shit! Fuck you all! Fuck all six of you! I want to see my son!” You cried. 

“Mommy…”

You heard Willow whisper and she climbed into your bed. You wrapped your arms around her and held her close even though it hurt. 

“Mommy, please stop crying.”

“I can’t baby.” You sobbed as you held her close. 

You began to twirl your fingers in her hair.

“Daddy… Mommy is upset.”

“I know.” He whispered. “I know.”

“Help her Daddy.”