Daddy's still here.

Mommy's still here

Bonus chapter- so this bonus chapter twists my whole book, "daddy's still here" to if Jason had passed away and Abbie had to live without him.

Hope you guys enjoy this bonus :) maybe if you guys like it as much as "Daddy's still Here" I'll put up more bonus chapters.

I don't think Jason or me expected for the outcome we got. We were prepared for the worst, for either our baby or me to die.

But it didn't happen.

Our beautiful baby girl is alive and well.
And I'm doing just fine.

The moment Jason held our baby, I fell even more in love with him which I didn't think was possible. He really is my everything and more.

He is my hero, my night in shining armor, my hot rock star.

For us to be able to love each other like this, it has to be fate, doesn't it?

That's the only way I can even begin to describe our love; it must have been written in the stars and planned out by the gods for us to meet and have each other in our life's forever.

"Love, I'm going out to get some ice-cream. Do you want your usual?" My heart sings with the sound of his voice even.

"Yeah." I say while smiling, carrying out daughter into the living room with me as Jason pulls on his jacket.

He has more cravings than I do, which makes me wonder who is more emotional.

He smiles at Maddie and kisses her face with small pecks all over her cheeks making her coo at him.

Then his eyes turn to me and it feels like I'm home.

His arm slowly slides around my waist and he lays his head on my shoulder.

Leaving lingering kisses on my neck, in every place he knows I love.

"I love you." His voice is a whisper, a whisper for only me to hear and sigh in complete bliss.

"I love you more." I taunt back, freeing one hand to run it through his hair.

"That's not possible love." He looks into my eyes and it feels like he can see right through me.

He loves all of me. My soul, my body, every inch of me was made for him; just like how everything he is was made for me.

It's always scared me on how easily something can happen to destroy your happiness. The overwhelming fear of me dying while giving birth was one of them. Jason didn't know what to do with himself when we first found out I was at a high risk.

I stare back into his eyes, how did I get so lucky? Yes we had our problems, but they were in no comparison to what we could over come while we are together.

"Be careful." I say, leaning my forehead against his, he smiles at me boyishly as if to get into mischief.

"Careful is my middle name baby." He teases and I laugh, shaking my head at him.

He connects our lips and it's as if I'm whole, whenever he is near I feel whole, but physically being close with just a simple kiss is like being of the same adam, no one can split us apart unless they want an explosion.

"I'll be back, I love you my girls." He waves to us as he leaves, my voice drifting in the space as the door closes.

"Please be careful." My heart aches and worries.

The unknown to horrifying to imagine as he is out in the world without me.

I probably sound like a crazy wife, but it is scary; every time he leaves the house, what if he doesn't return?

There is always that chance. There is always the equation forming when the minutes tick by and your thinking of all the possible things that could happen.

That day.....was the last day I got to see his smile, the last day I got to kiss his lips, to feel his touch, to hear his voice.

He was gone.

When the police showed up at our home, my world crumbled underneath me.

Their words just a blur, my soul barely able to comprehend that I'd never touch is hair, see hi sleeping next to me, goofing around while making breakfast.

"We are sorry Miss, but your husband was killed in a head on collision with a truck that ran a red light." His voice is hollow as if he doesn't even care.

Anger bubbled within me, how can he not care?! He is telling me my husband is dead......

I don't remember what happened after that exactly, I could only hear Maddie crying in her crib and I left to get her.

I don't remember saying goodbye to the police men or closing the door.

I just went to my daughter and cradled her in my arms as I sunk to the floor crying. Sobbing uncontrollably as my heart shattered over and over again as my brain had to go in circles.

About how he just went out, he will be back.
But than I realize all over again that I wasn't dreaming that, it wasn't my imagination.

He is gone.

People come to the house, dressed in black a after we put his casket in the ground, but it still didn't register with me that he was in there.

They told me it was for the best that it was a closed casket funeral, because of the damage that was done.

My Jason, my husband, the father to my baby is gone.

And I didn't get to even say goodbye.

As I lay in bed with my black dress still on, I stretch out my hand in the comforter, hot tears never slowly to clear my vision.

"Jason..." I whisper as if he is just in the bathroom brushing his teeth.

I sob, "I love you."

Letting my body curl into a ball, I grip the comforter that still smells of him and muffle my agonizing sobs and whales as I try to grasp reality.

How can he be gone?

I could touch him and kiss him, just 4 days ago.

I could hear him teasing and telling me he loves me, just 4 days ago.

Our life were perfect just 4 days ago.......