What If

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TORM'S POV

  Mama ran out of the room and the doctor stayed and talked to me.

TORD'S POV

I didn't know how I felt towards tom. More attracted to him due to him being our baby's donor. Or upset with him being the donor.

"Thomas?"
"Hm?"
"You don't have to do that, we can find another donor-"
"No, if another donor comes around, I guarantee that they will be normal. Call me selfish but that isn't who he is. He is a Ridgewell, he will have Ridgewell eyes. He is unique, I want him to stay that way."

'God I wish we were fucking making out right now' I thought to myself.

"But what about you? You'll be blind!"
"I know. I called my father's military base, ((blue army)) and they have these goggles that will allow me to see."
"Thomas, that isn't your father's army anymore."
"I refuse to call it mine. I'm taking claim in my father's work."
"Whatever Thomas.."
I looked down at my feet. I don't want him to do this. What if something went wrong? What if it accidentally killed him!?

I didn't realize I said that all out loud. Tom lifted my chin and spoke kindly.

"Tord, it's going to be fine. I'm going to be fine."

"But what if-"

"No, Tord. No what ifs. I promise everything will be okay."

"...fine.."

He planted a kiss on my head. It made me feel safe for some reason. But I love it.

Isabella

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