The Feeling Of Love (Shyland Fanfic) COMPLETE

Chapter Fifty-Four: Funeral Talk

Ryland's POV 

God, the last few days have been very slow. Life has been slow. It's too quiet in the house, without hearing Shane chase Rylee threw the house, both of them giggling away. Or to hear Shay and Rylee swimming in the pool. Or Rylee playing with Shay's old GI Joes on the coffee table when we were all watching tv. Or hearing him snore. His snore was adorable.

Shane has been affected the worse. Sure, I'm non-stop sobbing, so is Shay, but Rylee and Shane were best friends. Spent every waking hour with one another, even in the worse of times.

Shane has been carrying around Rylee's stuffed Teddy named Monster, and won't let go of it. I understand, it's his way for him to grive..

"Shane, honey. I know we just lost our son but we need to plan a funeral or something."

"No." Shane hugged the teddy bear tighter, letting out a sob.

"We need to! We can't just let him sit in the morgue! And plus, he loves the family. He loves being center off attention, and this would be perfect!" Shane looked at me with his red puffy eyes still drenched in tears.

"I-I know. I never thought that I.. would have to bury my own child." He sobbed more, almost sounded like screams. I held him close to my chest, rubbing circles on his back. "Ryland.. every time I fall asleep I have a dream about having another baby. For months. And now I kinda understand why."

"We're not getting a replacement child!"

"I'm 45, Ryland! I'm the older one and all I wanted was my DNA to live on after I die, and that was caused by the really bad accident! Don't you see? This is the accident! Not Rylee, but him gone!" I thought about it for a second. He was right. All he's wanted for the past what; 19 years all he's wanted is for his legacy to live on. Through grandchildren and great-grandchildren. He really has a point..