Sweater Paws {michael clifford}{completed}

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"I'm gonna miss you so much." Michael's voice shook as he spoke, holding his son in his hands, the hands that seemed to have looked like they belonged to an old man, rather than a man who was only in his twenties. Their baby just smiled up at him, not knowing or understanding what was going on. Story's heart broke at the sight of this. "What if he doesn't remember me?" Michael said looking at his wife. "Oh gosh Mikey. Don't say that. I promise you he will know who you are, he'll know how much you loved him. He'll know how many nights you stayed up watching him sleep, so you were sure he was real and that he wouldn't disappear. I promise you that he will always know how much you love him." Tears shone in Story's eyes as Michael looked at her. He sighed and handed Luke to Story, "I'll be right back." She aid to him, kissing his cheek, which burned from fever. There was no coming back from this, she thought, it isn't how it was with he. Where the doctors had been wrong about her condition. No. This was real, and he was going to die. The doctors said that it was going to happen any day now. "Cal, could you take him? Michael's upset again, and I just need to be with him." Calum nodded, taking the wiggly child from her grasp. "Go, be with your husband." Calum felt for Story, pretty soon she wouldn't have anyone but a small child to come home to. No husband to help with the baby, or cook crappie dinners that she loves, nothing.

She'd no longer have hope.