Affection 》》

Breeze

Connor's POV
~Warning: Major character death~

I hummed softly to myself as I made my way down the cereal aisle. My humming ceased when I scanned over the colorful boxes of sugary breakfast, sighing when I couldn't find the Lucky Charms, Troye's favorite cereal. What kind of walmart doesn't have Lucky Charms? "Guess this'll have to do." I mumbled when my eyes landed on his second favorite, Cocoa Puffs. After tossing two boxes into the cart, I left the cereals and entered the baby care aisle three, numbers down.

Troye and I have been together for 3 years now, and just a little over a year ago we decided that we're ready to start a family. Both sides of our family know about this so all we have to do now is wait for Anne, who is carrying our baby girl, to deliver. She should be out in about two months. We both agreed that it'll be best for her to have a biological connection with one of us so Troye's sperm was used to fertilize the egg, since it was him who first suggested it. When the time comes for us to have a second child, which will happen in a few years, I'll use mine.

Our house is a 3 bedroom- 2 story so there's a room for our upcoming baby, Troye and I, and our future baby. We hired- well, more like our close friend Hannah and her wife Ingrid, who own a home decorating company begged us to let them decorate her nursery so we had to let them. The theme is "Cotton Candy Dreams" so her walls are a soft pink with little blue clouds, along with the bedsheet/pillow in her white crib. With a baby blue carpeted floor and milky colored dressers, it brought huge smiles onto our faces when the newly transformed nursey was revealed. They were paid for their hard work, of course.

Entering the isle, I immediately spot the shelf of bottles and bottle warmers. We have just enough bottles, along with clothes, tiny hats and booties, diapers- everything that's needed to care for an infant. I heard a some babies like their milk at a certain temperature so it's good to be ready. I place the box into the cart and grab a bottle brush at last minute, before exiting the isle.

After a few more minutes of shopping, I'm stood at check out line. There's a family with quite a lot of food being rung up so I take out my phone and send Troye a text.

To: My Love 💘💜

At check out right now. Call me when you're almost home? Love you baby xxx

I keep my phone in my hand and lean against the cart as I wait for the family to finish ringing their groceries so I can begin putting my items on the belt. Soon enough, they leave and I load my items onto the belt, then get my card ready to pay.

"Hello, how are you?" the cashier greets me happily.

I return the smile as I search my wallet for my card. "I'm doing great! and you?"

"Good. Your total will be $54.98."

I swipe my card and enter the code. Once done, she hands me my receipt with a "Have a nice day!"

From check out- to car park, everything is fine. It's not until my phone starts ringing as I'm putting my bags in the trunk, that things go to complete shit. The caller ID is for Good Samaritan Hospital. I saved the number when my neighbor got admitted for a stroke and I wanted to check up on her.

Why are they calling me?

Taking a shaky breath, I hit 'answer'.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Is this Connor Franta? Spouse of Troye Mellet-Franta?" a soft toned woman speaks. She's speaking way too careful, like she's about to tell me the worst news that I'll ever hear. (It will be.)

My heart clenches at his name. No, no this can't be good.

"Y-yeah that's me. What's going on? Is he okay?" I rush out, my hands beginning to shake.