One Last Kiss {Book Three}

Chapter 10

~Brendon's Point of View~

Her words hit me like a brick. I've only known about this for two days. Two fucking days, and now its already gone. And I wasn't there for her and to support her through this. All the stress that this had been causing her, turned something wonderful and amazing into something that no longer existed. That we could no longer look forward to.

"It's all my fault." Hannah whimpered into my chest.

"Babe," I lift up her chin and push a strand of her brown hair out of her face, "it's not your fault. Maybe..." I hold her a little tighter in my arms, trying to think of any solution to bring her up spirits. Though I didn't think there was anything that could compare to the awful feeling in your chest of never meeting your child. "Maybe it's not what we think."

A few moments past and Hannah pushed herself off of me, back onto the cold tiled floor of the bathroom. An occasional sniff from her nose and her red eyes, told me she was trying her best not to continue crying.

I reached back out to her, to hold her close again. There was a slight chill that ran through my body from where she was no longer resting against me. I wanted to hold her and tell her everything would turn out okay. Whether or not it would. She needed it. And honestly, I needed it to keep myself from breaking down. But I was trying to stay strong, for the both of us. And it hurt my heart when she refused my touch.

"You need to go and finish your show." It came it in barely a whisper.

"Hannah, I'm not going to leave you like this." I slid myself closer to her as she was inching away from me. "I can postpone this show, I can't however, postpone my wife when she needs me."

And here it was. The first sensation of my eyes getting watery. I was falling apart at the seems.

Hannah turned her head towards me and let a small, sympathetic smile form on her lips. She reached a shaky hand over to my cheek and wiped away a tear that had formed.

"Go finish your show." She said again. "Your fans are probably wondering where you are. Just...can you get Kat in here?" She gives me pleading eyes.

"Yeah." I slowly stood up from the ground, not taking my gaze off of her. "I'll go get her."

I took in a deep sigh and walked out of the bathroom. The thought of leaving Hannah alone in there saddened me. Though she said she wanted Kat in there with her, I still wanted to be the one to comfort her. But she wanted me to finish the show. And that's exactly what I'm going to do.

"Where the hell did you go?" Zack snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Hannah needed me." I replied, looking at him. "How were things out here?" As I asked the question, I looked around for Kat. And I soon spotted her and got her attention. She nodded after my motion for the bathroom and she made her way into that general direction.

"Surprisingly well actually." He took a quick look at his phone before turning his attention to the stage. "Dallon took control quickly and he's been having the crowd sing. They're all still confused as to what happened though. You might want to make an appearance."

"Where are we with the set?" I asked as Dallon was talking with the crowd.

"They finished Let's Kill Tonight a few minutes ago." So that means... We only have a few songs left to play. Damn, I didn't think I was in the bathroom with Hannah that long.

I grabbed my microphone and stand from the side of the stage. Who put it here, I have no idea but it worked perfectly for what I was about to do next.