Two moms one dad

Chapter 13

Miranda's pov

I shakily held my dad's hand. A coma. This is going on the third week. I heard mama Ruth-Anne and mama Alex talking. It horrified me to think he did this because he thought I hated him. "I don't hate you dad. I swear please wake up!" I beg, shakily squeezing his lifeless hand. The white bandage was wound tight around his head. I stand up, tears rolling down my cheeks. I run out the door and speed off in my car. I need him to wake up!!!

Alex's pov

I had a miscarriage three days ago. Oh how I wish he'd wake up. I pace the small room, biting my fingernail while he lays in a coma. Ruth walks in, on the phone. "Please answer!" She shouts beggingly. "Who-" "Miranda! She sped off an hour ago and I can't reach her. I hug her tight, fighting back tears. "It was a huge mistake contacting him." I shakily say, watching him. "I'll say." She says with a sigh. I watch the steady rise and fall of his chest. The gleam of sweat on his face. His fisted hands and the blood I didn't have the courage to clean off. "This is our faults, Alex." I nod, in tears and walk back to the bathroom with a wet washcloth. I clean the dried blood off of him. "Please Jason wake up. I promise if you do we'll never bother you again." I cover my eyes as tears rush down my cheeks in a nonstop torrent of sadness. Ruth-Anne hugs me tight.

Miranda's pov

I can't believe I wrecked my beautiful gold beetle. I woke up in the hospital but it was super dark and empty. "Hello?" I squeak shakily. I get out of bed and walk down the dark empty hallway. Shadows seem to distort and grow bigger. It freaks me out. I hear footsteps. I turn around. My heart nearly stops. "DADDY!" I screech running to him and throwing my arms around his neck. "I... I th-thought you hated me." I sigh and shake my head. "I was mad and confused. And I don't want you to leave dad!" Tears well up in his eyes as we hug even tighter. "I want us to be a family." "We will princess." We break out of the embrace, just now realizing yet again, I've got no clue where we are or what's going on! "Daddy where are we?" "I don't know." He says, having a relentless grip on my hand. "I do know that I'm in a coma and if you're here that means you are too. All we've got to do is figure out how to wake up." I look up at him scared. "D-Daddy.. I... I'm s-scared." He hugs me. "Don't you worry, baby girl. Daddy's here. He'll always be here and he'll always protect you. I need you to be brave for me honey." "We've gotta wake up." "We will. Together." He smiles and holds a hand out to me. I return the smile reluctantly and scared. I take hold of his hand. "That's my girl."