Heartland: All I Need Is You

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I turned away from the motionless body with chords flying all around her. The machine to the right was flat lining. There was no more life left. She only lived for 72 days.

Amy had already left the room. She told her finally goodbyes right before the machine was turned off. I stayed so she wouldn't have to die alone. I silently walked out of the room as tears fell from my eyes. A doctor and two nurses walked in to remove the body to begin its way to the funeral home.

My Mira only lasted for 72 days. I started crying harder when I saw Amy broken down in a waiting room chair. I sat down beside her and held her in my arms as we both cried. As I held Amy my mind went back to that day when the doctor had told Amy that there was no way we could have kids. Amy only wanted to give me a family. We kept trying until a miracle happened. When we went to the doctor to see if it was true, the doctor informed us that the baby might not make it. Something was wrong. All during the pregnancy Amy was sick. So sick she couldn't even leave the loft.

Finally it was time for the baby to arrive. Everything went great and there was nothing wrong with our healthy baby girl. She had beaten all odds against her. As we sat there holding our baby girl, Amy said that we had had our Miracle and that was enough.

Then things started turning for the worse. Mira, our little Miracle, started refusing her bottle. We tried everything, every formula, but nothing would make her eat. Then on a stormy night one week after her birth and a day refusing to eat, Mira woke both of us up gasping for air. We quickly got up and rushed her to the hospital. By the time we got to the hospital, my little Mira was purple in my arms. She spent the next two weeks in the hospital where the hospital doctors were running test to find out what was wrong with my little Mira. As a result of all the testing, all the doctors did was put a feeding tube in and put her on oxygen. The doctors told us that we needed to take her home and make her as comfortable as possible. She wasn't going to make it much longer.

So we took her home. Everyone at the ranch pitched in to help. We temporarily moved back into the ranch house into Amy's old room. We spent every waking hour with Mira either celebrating another birthday, Christmas, or thanksgiving with her. She was as happy as any dying baby would be. She wasn't in any pain because of the pain medicine she was on, but she never cried. She always had that precious smile on her face.

Then on her 67 day, she fell straight from okay, to the worst. We knew she wasn't going to pull through this time. Amy and I had put her down for a nap and watched her as she slept while we were getting set up for another birthday celebration. As the hours went by, we grew concerned. She wasn't waking up. I tried to wake her up, but she didn't move. We quickly loaded her in the truck and rushed her back to the hospital where she was put on life support. And sadly on day 72 the nurses came to Amy and me saying that she wasn't going to wake up, and they handed me a clip board. The paper on the clip board was permission to pull the plug. For me to end her precious life. I turned to Amy as she began to cry. I simple said that she wouldn't be in pain any longer, and I signed. Amy walked into the room, holding my little girl and telling her finally goodbyes. This would be the last time I would see the two girls, who I love the most, together.

Now as I look back, I dried up Amy's tears off her face, asking her if we can go home. She simply nodded her head, as we walked back to my truck. What both of us needed right now was the comfort of our family back at the ranch.

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The pink little casket was lowered into the ground as the people dispersed. I watched as my little Mira was disappearing from my view and from my life. She will never be forgotten, I won't have that. That night after Mira died, Amy kept telling me that we'll try again. I had to keep reminding her that one miracle was enough, and that I needed her here with me. Once Mira was completely in the ground, Amy told me again that we'll try again. I took her face into my hands and told her,

"You are more important to me alive than dead. I don't want to keep trying. What if next time I would be burying both another kid and you because of complications? I don't want that. Now we can always adopt or I can just keep filling the barn full of horses to keep you happy. I'll do anything to keep you around. I love you."

She begins to stand on her tiptoes with two streams of tears rushing down her face as she reaches up to kiss me. What I just said was the truth. It was really only I ever wanted.

I have always wanted her.

"Are you sure Ty?" She questions as she pulls away from me.

"I'm positive. Now let's get home."

A/n: thanks for reading!! This fanfic will be maybe three chapters total, but either way i hope it brings a couple of tears to your eyes.
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