Multiply - Ed Sheeran

Shirtsleeves

Ed was fast asleep. He had gotten Emily out of the bath, but she was shaking uncontrollably when he did. He loved her more than anything and anyone on the entire earth, but he almost hated that he did. She was traumatized by so many things that all those things were almost who she was. But at that exact second, she just wanted to be dead, and have it over with. She didn't want to go through worse. But most of all, she wanted to see her son again.

Ed awoke to hear noises in the kitchen. He turned over to Emily's side of the bed and noticed he wasn't there. His eyes grew wide and he stood up worriedly, rushing into the kitchen. He found a sobbing Emily, a knife clutched in her hand. "Emily!" He gasped. "Put that... Put that down. Now!" He told her. She looked up, tears falling down her eyes.

"I wanna see him. I wanna see my son." He walked closer to her.

"Emily, I do too. But, put it down." She shook her head. "Emily I will give you a son. I will gladly give you a son." He told her worriedly.

"I don't want a son. I want him. I want my son. The one that I lost. I want him. And I don't care what it takes-!" Ed stopped her.

"But I do! Emily, I love you more than anyone on this earth. I know losing him was hard. He was my kid too. But, Emily... I want you to put that down. Now." She shook her head.

"You weren't the mother." She told him sniffing.

"No, I wasn't. I was the father. That was just as special. He meant everything to me. He still does. And if I could see him I would. I know he is a touchy subject to mention, but I also know that you're... I know you're upset. I am too. But... Emily, he's gone. We lost him. He was torn from life." He told her.

She looked into his beautiful blue eyes. "Ed... I want to... I want to see him. And last night... I had a dream about him. It was... weird. I gave birth to him. I think." She told him honestly. "Ed, I'm scared. Honestly."

Emily and Ed laid in their hospital bed. it was January 2012. Both Ed and Emily were twenty-years-old. "I feel him!" Emily exclaimed as she gripped onto Ed's hand, baring down.

"One more push, Ms. Anderson." The midwife told Emily. Emily shook her head. "I'm gonna need one final push. You can do it."

"I can't do it. It hurts so much." She looked at Ed, crying.

"Emily, you can do it. One more, OK?" She nodded.

"It just hurts so much." She cried. He nodded.

"I know it, Emily. But he's coming, OK?" Emily nodded and sniffed. She looked at the midwife and pushed. Ed rubbed her hand gently.

"Good, good.One more." Emily felt a tear roll down her eye as Ed placed an arm around her as she leaned forward. His young face filled with happiness as the midwife had a grin on her face. "It's a boy." She announced, setting the little boy in Emily's arm. Ed and Emily stared at the little boy in her arms.

"He's perfect." She said to the little baby in her arms. Ed looked at the little boy, tears in his eyes as he stared at his son. "He looks just like you." She cooed.

Ed sniffed and nodded. "Yeah, he does. He's got your shade of blue eyes and my hair. Just like what we thought."

"You did?" He asked her. She nodded.

"Why couldn't that have happened?" She asked. He paused.

"I don't know." Emily put her hand over her mouth and started to cry harder. "Emily put the knife down." Ed walked closer to her. She dropped the knife by her foot and walked backward, away from Ed. He tried to put his arms around her.