fearless

Chapter 64: Sixty, Four.

It's only fitting to make this chapter include Four and Tris.
Imagine- John Lennon

"Somewhere, over the rainbow." I sing to a sleepy Hannah as I rock her to sleep in her room. I face away from the door; I face Hannah's crib.

She finally drifts off, and I kiss her forehead, laying her in the crib. I stare at her, my thoughts wandering as usual. That's my daughter- a piece of both Ty and I. We created her; made her.

It's a mind blowing thing, how any two people can make a whole other person. It's always made me think. "I didn't know that you could sing," Ty whispers softly from behind me. I turn, and see him standing directly behind me.

He strokes my jaw. "It was beautiful. Almost as beautiful as you," he leans down and fits his mouth to mine.

I pull away, and suggest going downstairs before we wake Hannah. I dim the lights in her room, stepping out behind Ty. We walk hand in hand down the stairs, to the couch in the living room.

We sit down beside each other, and I lean my head on his shoulder. "Tyler Pedrad," I look in his eyes. Sometimes, I just feel the need to assure Ty that I love him. As if he doesn't already know, anyway. "I love you so much." I wrap my arms around his muscular torso. His muscles flex, and he kisses my temple.

"I love you more than you could ever imagine as well." He smirks, and just as my lips connect with his, I hear a knock on the door. I stand up, groaning, and go to answer it.

My father stands outside as I pull the door open, and he heaves breaths in and out. "Maddie, Ty." He says, nodding at Ty, who nods in response.

"Maddie- your mother." He stops for a breath and I feel as if I might die in the suspense. "She's," his eyes water, tears forming. Ty comes to my side from behind me, and wraps an arm around my small body.

"She's in a-a coma." He leans against the wall, covering his face. "Damn it, she's only got a sixty percent survival rate; Damn it. I should have been with her." He cries, and I look at Ty.

He looks down at me as well, and all he does is hug me. I'm thankful for that. I don't want to speak now; I don't know what I would say.

I cry in his shirt silently, shaking and sobbing. There's a forty percent chance that my mother could die.

"Can we go see her?" Ty asks, speaking my mind as I sob continuously. "I- maybe. I don't know. They have her in ICU, but you might be able to slip in." My father replies.

Hannah screams from her bed, and I step away from Ty, who is deep in a conversation with my father, to get the baby.

"Mama!" Hannah bounces up and down in the crib, and I sigh, wiping my eyes. "Mama?" She asks sadly. I pick up the now quiet Hannah, and place her on my hip.

I walk back downstairs, and invite my father inside.

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"I shouldn't have let her go ziplining." My father cries as I set Hannah in the pack and play. She lays down, and I hand her the stuffed elephant. I turn around to sit down, and I see Ty's eyes make a quick jump up- I know exactly where they were looking.

My father looks at Ty, his teeth clenched and jaw tight. His eyes bulge as they glare in Ty's direction, and his fists are balled together, as if he's about to lash out on Ty.