Alaskan Bush People One Shots

The One I Have Left

Bam POV 

The family and I were standing above a grave. I watched as the small coffin was lowered down into the ground. My wife, Allison, was holding tightly to my hand as we realized that our child was dead. She had been playing in the woods when a spider bit her. Sarah was quiet and loved to listen to me playing my violin. She loved reading books with her mother. She was our miracle. We were told that we couldn't have children but then our Christmas wish was granted when we found out Allison was pregnant. I think back to the day that Sarah was born. It was the best day of life, besides the day I married the love of my life.

We walked back to our cabin and we didn't speak a word. My wife hadn't shed a single tear and I knew she would break down eventually. Allison went straight back to our room as she stripped out of her black clothes. I unbuttoned my shirt when I noticed her face was emotionless. "I'm here if you want to talk." She stopped in her tracks as she turned to look at me. "I'm fine." "You're not baby. We just buried out daughter and I know you will feel better after you have cried." "I'm going to take a nap; do you want to join me?" "Sure baby." She put on one of my tank tops and climbed into bed beside me.

We did the same routine every day for the next few months. I tired talking to Allison but she never would say much. She still hasn't cried and I knew it was killing her inside. She wasn't eating or sleeping. I had to do something to make her cry.

Allison POV

I didn't want to feel a thing as I went through each day. I wanted to keep my mind busy with chores around Browntown. I didn't think about Sarah until I was laying at home in bed. I would have nightmares about her death. I had to relive it every night in my dreams. I had finished my chores for the day when I sat down on our bed. Bam was drawing something as I took off my shoes. "How was your day?" "Fine." I knew what he was trying to do and I wasn't going to give in. "I'm sick and tired of this!" He jumped out of bed when he stood up looking at me. "You haven't cried one single tear since our daughter died. I feel like you don't care that she died at all!" I was taking back by that statement when I stood from the bed. "I do care about our daughter." "You sure as hell don't act like. Can you even acknowledge me when I talk about Sarah? Can you be here for your husband as we grieve for our daughter? Can you show any sympathy?" He threw his hands in the air as he spoke. I was taken back by his comments. Then I realized that he was right. I had let him down as my husband because I hadn't been there for him during this difficult time. I was fighting back tears when I turned away from him. I couldn't hold my tears in anymore when I leaned on the wall. The tears were going down my face as I yelled. I slid down the wall as he walked over to me. "I'm right here baby." He took me into his arms as we cried together for the daughter we had lost.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there you." He took my face into his hands when he looked at me in the eyes. "I don't want you to be sorry. I wasn't there for you either and I blame myself for that." "I don't know if I will ever want to try again for another baby." "If the rest of our lives are just the two of us, then we will make it our lives work to keep her alive in our hearts." I leaned in to kiss him as he kissed me back. I may have lost one of the loves of my life but I have to spend the rest of my life protecting the one I have left.