Why'd You Leave Me?[ A Bensler FanFic]

Chapter 33

I fell asleep in the rocking chair in Tucker's room, when I finally got a call from Lark. I heard the phone ring, and I groaned. I was still sore and didn't want to walk all the way to my bedroom to grab my phone. But then I remembered that it might be Lark.

I stood up and walked quickly into my bedroom, and grabbed my phone and answered it before the caller hung up.

"Hello?" I spoke, my voice hoarse from sleep.

"Harper?" Lark questioned, and I smiled softly.

"Hey, babe. I was sleeping." I yawned.

"Oh, sorry. I can try and call back later." He replied.

"No, please!" I exclaimed, and he chuckled.

"I heard that we have a son." He breathed.

"Yeah, we do. He is amazing." I spoke, smiling softly as I listened to our son's breathing as it came through the baby monitor.

"I'm sorry that I just called. We've been doing a lot of moving around lately, and the message just came in."

"It's fine, Lark." I breathed, my voice cracking.

"It isn't fine, Harper. I should've been there. I hate myself for not saying no. I wanted to be there for you."

"Lana stepped up. She and my parents are helping a lot. Tonight is weird though. I told them to go back to their hotel, and Lana her apartment, and now I'm here alone with our son."

"I wish I could be there." He whimpered, and I wiped at a tear that ran down my cheek.

"Lark, Tucker is going to be through all of his fussy newborn stuff when you get home. He will be a lot more fun." I joked, and he laughed.

"Are you taping every little thing?" He asked, and I laughed.

"Well, Lana asked if I wanted the birth taped, and I said no right away. Then I am making sure I tape some stuff about him. He smiled for the first time last night." I smiled.

"He did?" He breathed.

"Yeah, surprising since he is only two weeks old."

"I can't believe he is two weeks old." He breathed, and I smiled softly.

"Lark, he is the spitting image of you. So you have to come home." I breathed.

"Why is that?"

"Because if you die, our son is going to be the death of me. I can't watch him grow up looking like you, if you can't be here."

"Alright, I won't die, Harper. Now, I have to go. I love you and Tucker. Get lots of pictures and videos." He laughed, and I frowned.

"I love you too, Lark. We both do. I'll get some of the pictures ready and send them to you in a care package. We will be anxiously awaiting your arrival home."

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I was scared when my parents went back to Manhattan. Lana was working more, and I was alone with Tucker more. Yeah, I'm his mother and should be fine with taking care of him, but it was scary doing this all alone.

When Tucker turned 4 months old, someone knocked on my door late at night. I climbed out of bed, my arms still wrapped around Tucker's body, since he had fallen asleep on my chest, and I had been too tired to move him, and I didn't have the heart to either.

I walked towards the front door and shifted one hand away from my son's body to open the door.

"Mrs. Thompson?" One man asked, and I felt a lump grow in my voice.

"What happened?" I breathed.

"We got word from over seas, your husband has been shot." The other one spoke, and tears welled in my eyes.

"Is he alive?" I whimpered.

"Yes, but he is in critical condition." He stated.

"Thanks for telling me." I whimpered, and one shifted in his spot, while the other looked at me.

"Mrs. Thompson, on orders of our Captain, we are here to escort you to a plane leaving for Germany."

"What?" I questioned.

"Several other men were shot, and due to the circumstances with this, he is allowing all of the families to visit their men."

"Oh, okay. I need to pack, I can do that quickly."

"And, do you know where Miss Thompson is?" He questioned.

"I'll call her."

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Within a few hours, Lana and I were sitting together on a plane, on our way to an American hospital in Germany. Tucker was sleeping in Lana's arms, and was surprisingly calm. He hadn't stirred, which I was more than thankful for.

I called my parents and Amanda. Telling them about what had happened, and that Lana, Tucker, and myself were going to see Lark.

I prayed the whole way, hoping and praying that Lark was still going to be alive when we arrived.

There were two vans waiting to take us to the hospital. We put our things into the van before getting in. I sat with Tucker's carrier on my lap, since there was a lot of people that had to fit into the two vans.

We got there, and a few soldiers waiting out front.

"Alright, I'm Marshall. I'll be taking those to the ICU. Here is the list." He breathed, and when he went through it, I let out a small sigh of relief.

"I'm Larson. I'll be taking the rest of you to the recovery wing. Now, follow close behind, this hospital is large and it is easy to get lost in."

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In one hospital bay, Lark lay. He was as pale as the sheets he was laying on. I swallowed hard and walked over to it. Lana was now holding Tucker's carrier, and stood back so I could have a moment with him.

"Lark." I whispered, and he groaned in his sleep.

"Harper." He yawned. He was still asleep and thought he was just dreaming.

"Lark, love. Open those beautiful eyes of your's. Lana, Tucker, and I are here. This isn't a dream." I whispered, and he slowly opened his eyes.

They were unfocused for a moment, but once they did focus, he started to cry.

"Harper." He sniffled, and I kissed his forehead.

"Hey, baby. Don't cry. You are going to make me cry." I laughed slightly, as I leaned down and kissed his lips.

"What are you doing here?" He questioned, and I smiled.

"A few men came to my door last night. Told me that you had gotten yourself shot, again." I replied, and he kissed me gently again.

"You said Tucker and Lana are here?"

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