After a while, they headed back to the hospital, the silence between them now filled with a sense of purpose rather than tension. As they approached the parking lot, they saw Jason standing there, holding Wyatt in his arms.
Travis paused, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked at Taylor, who gave him an encouraging nod. This was it. This was the moment.
He wheeled himself over to his brother and niece, his heart in his throat. Jason looked at him, surprised but hopeful, as Wyatt reached out for her uncle.
Travis took her in his arms, holding her close as tears streamed down his face. "Hey, my sweet girl," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I love you so much. Uncle Trav is so sorry he didn't tell you that sooner."
Wyatt wiped a tear from his cheek with her tiny hands. "I lub u too, Unc Travvy! But why u sad?"
Travis chuckled softly, his heart swelling with love. "Uncle Travvy isn't sad. He just missed you so much."
Jason's eyes filled with tears as he watched the moment unfold, the brother he thought he had lost finally coming back to him. Travis then turned to Jason, surprising him with a hug. "Thank you, Jase. For everything. For being the best brother when I was being... well, a shitty one."
Taylor, who had been watching from a distance, walked over and placed a hand on Travis's back, offering silent support. Wyatt peeked out from between her father and uncle, giving Taylor a shy grin. Taylor waved back, her heart swelling with affection for the little girl.
As she watched the interaction unfold—a father, a brother, a niece—Taylor felt an ache in her chest. It was the kind of tender, unguarded moment she used to imagine for herself, once upon a time. A future that had briefly flickered before being snuffed out, leaving behind an empty space that never quite seemed to fill. She'd been so close, so ready to embrace it, but then...
Reaching her office, the echoes of their laughter and joy lingered in her mind. She closed the door softly and leaned against it, her thoughts drifting back to a time when her own life had teetered on the edge of something beautiful. If just one thing had been different, would everything be different?
She pressed a hand to her stomach, a fleeting, automatic gesture. The pain of what could have been, of a future she had imagined and then lost, flickered briefly across her face before she quickly composed herself. It was a wound she rarely let herself touch—too tender, too raw—but today it felt closer than usual, as if watching Travis with Wyatt had stirred up the old grief she kept hidden away.
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