The Mistake {•COMPLETED•}

8.Devestation

2018 proofreading GOD THIS IS SO FREAKING BAD LET ME FIX IT.

Chase pov

"I'm gonna get ya," I smiled chasing after my giggling children. "Daddyy," Maddie cheered when I scooped her up twirling her in the air before I could do the same with Jr. a scream interrupted our play time.

Balls of lights raced to the top of the stairs in the door way of Bree and I eyes bedroom.

"What is it," I questioned stupidly.

"Dammit Chase what do you think..my frikin' water just broke," Bree grumbled out waddling to the closet and grabbing the baby bag.

"Crap," I shipped the kids off to there grandparents house.

"Let's do this babe," She nodded a pained expression temporally panted on her face.

30mins later Bree's Pov

It had already been a stressful thirty minutes waiting to be dilated enough to push. This baby was obviously taking it's time. "This is the third one no way it would take this long i'm barely dilated," Bree sighed she being stressed was not good right now but she was in labor so what the heck.

"Your contractions are 8 minutes apart maybe the baby doesn't have speed," Chase clicked around on his tablet.

"God," Bree gasped as the contraction finally hit.

40mins later

Wailing was heard bouncing off of every wall in their house.

"Let me scan her," Chase beamed down at his brand new little bundle of joy. His eyes turned from hazel to blue then back to hazel shock written all over his face.

"No," he whispered still clutching the baby for dear life.

"Chase what is it," the smile wiped clean of his wife's face as she saw the devastation on his.

"She's not bionic..no chip...no power...Bree our baby is going to die,"his eyes were burning.

"W-what? No we just got her,what does her not being bionic have to do with anything" tears slipped freely from her eyes, so fast Chase was sure she was unaware they were.

"A human body isn't stable for a person born into bionics."

There was silence. Bree was in denial how could her precious daughter be ripped from them so fast,AT ALL.

"How long," she asked not looking anywhere else but then the baby in her arms.

"Two days," he chocked out from behind her.

"God," she whispered leaning down to kiss the small cheek then sobbing on to it lightly not to disturb her slumber or hurt her.

Chase didn't want to leave his daughter but he sure had to get the hell out of there. As he walked out of the house he thought everything over the more he thought the angrier he got.

"DAMMIT," he roared punching the brick and smashing the cemented blocks out of there place then sliding down the front door balling his eyes out.

5-2-16 / 9-13-18/ 4-20-19

I'm confused as hell with what I wrote and fixing this is going to be a bitch.