Father Josh

Home

~Josh's POV~

It's raining when we finally arrive back. Not just a light drizzle either. Thunderstorms are rolling through the area. The deep bass of thunder pounding and the bright streaks of lightning streak across the sky.

Vik lays huddled in Simon's arms. The cast preventing him from moving much, and he wouldn't any way. He couldn't. My baby is confined to a plaster prison.

He looked so pitiful in the hospital bed. His little form barely covering any of it. The IVs trail over him, multiple ones which scared me. No human beings' face should ever look the color my baby's did.

They said he was a miracle. They were very blunt about that. That he shouldn't be alive. Both legs broken, multiple cracked ribs, a few broken, and various cracked places in his face.

He shouldn't be alive.

Another loud roll of thunder causes Vik to whimper out and shuffle, which causes him to whine even more in pain.

"Shh, baby. It's okay. Papa's got you."

Simon rocks him slightly, moving to stand under the umbrella I've opened. We move slowly as not to jostle him too much. Silently, we open the door, climb the stairs, then unlock our own door.

And after two weeks

Vik is finally

Home.