Adopting twins; Zalfie.

Chapter 2

Alfie's POV:

Numbness. It's all I could feel as I held my love's hand and she pushed out little Evelyn. It was a traumatic birth, with multiple midwives running around, and Zoe screaming like I'd never heard anyone scream before. Our princess was born still. She passed before she could even open her eyes. I'm certain they were piercing blue, though I'll never know. I held her hand and stroked her small, blonde locks before they took her way. There was nothing they could do to save her. As much as I wanted to hold my precious Evelyn and tell her that I loved her, my priority was Zoe. She was losing a lot of blood, and the nurses worried that she too, wouldn't make it. But Zoe is a fighter, and she prevailed. We mourned our little princess together afterward. Holding each other and crying. Although she was never able to take her first breath, or flutter her eyelids open, she was still our baby girl. And we named her Evelyn Tracey Deyes. Her middle name was a tribute to Zoe's mother, who had been a saint to us throughout the pregnancy.  

Zoe's POV:

Months passed, but it never got easier. Each day my heart ached for Evie. I longed to hold her in my arms, to kiss her forehead, to stare into her eyes and tell her how much she was loved. I spent a few days in hospital, though I wanted to stay for longer. I dreaded returning home without my Evelyn. The house seemed too quiet, and I felt lost in it. Evelyn's room stayed empty and unused, whilst mine was constantly occupied. For a while, I didn't want to leave my bed. What was the point? There wasn't a baby that needed me to look after them like there was supposed to be. She wasn't here. She never was and she never will be. And I missed her. A few weeks after her passing, was her funeral. It was just a small gathering; us, my parents, Alfie's parents, Poppy, Sean and Joe. There wasn't even a service, we all visited her grave. No one spoke, we just stood there, silent tears falling. 

Evie passed in May, but it wasn't until August that I made a video about it all. I explained to my viewers that there were some complications during birth and that our angel didn't make it. I told them about the funeral, and that we're continuing to honour her in every way we can. I showed them my little 'E' tattoo on my wrist and promised that when I've healed enough, I'll return to YouTube. The response was amazing. Everyone was so understanding and considerate. It was hard to look at the comments though, it made me too emotional. Although I knew how difficult everything was still going to be, I knew that we'd be okay.