Note: This story is sad for me to write. I personally don't know anyone that has lost a child from birth.
If this makes you uncomfortable to read you can skip this part of the book.
The next one I write it will be a happier type. I can promise you that. I hope you have a good day, and if you read this, it didn't put you down to bad.
Thank for you're time.
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You pushed with all you're might, grasping on to Colby's hand.
Sparkles started forming in yours vision as you gave more of you're energy to push you're baby out.
"Just two more Mrs. Brock." The doctor said, going back to you're area to see the baby. "I see the head, one more, you can do it." He spoke again.
"You can do it baby. Just one more." Colby squeezed you're hand, as that final push happened, you felt the baby exit you're body.
But.
It was quite.
No noise.
No cheers about the new born.
"Wheres my baby.." You mumbled, lifting you're upper half to see what was going on.
Doctors and nurses came rushing in and out . "Wheres my baby?" You asked more panicked. Colby's eyes were wide, filled with fear. "Colby?" You whispered tugging on his hand.
"Mr. and Mrs. Brock, we are having to do some testing, we'll be back soon with you're baby." You're doctor said, exiting the room.
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"Mr. Brock, can you please come here." The doctor poked his head into the room.
You layd there in silence. Only the TV was playing. The volume down low.
••••
Colby came in almost a hour later. His eyes red, you guessed from crying, his hair messed up.
Colby sat down on his chair putting his head in his hands again. "She's gone..."
You furrowed you're brows in confusion. "What?" You asked.
"She's gone.. She. Didn't make it." Colby cried, looking up at you. Tears streaming down his face again.
"She.. Died..?" You quivered you're lip, forming tears. Colby looked away nodding.
"The doctors said she had a small heart. She wouldn't of survived." Tears were now steaming.
•••••
It's been exactly one month sice you're small child died. You've gotten better, but it took some time.
••••
Hello.
I'm sad now.
I hope I didn't put you down.
Love ya.
❤
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Colby Brock Imagines
FanfictionColby Brock. The other 1/2 of Sam and Colby. The boy with big dreams and inspiration. ~ Imagines of this boy, giving love and hope to all the girls around the world. ~ The way his hair flops onto his face. And his cheeky smile, the grin that makes...
