This one shot it's a direct sequel of the short story, showing a small glimpse of your husband and child after your death. The time that went by in between the two works is flexible as his injuries and how fast their healed wasn't stated at all.
This was written before the story and original posted on ARA.
With tired steps he continued walking in circles around the empty ward. The bed was neatly arranged, all the little welcoming sights he was used to seeing everyday were now tucked in a brown box next to the door. Simply put: It was lifeless, only the beige walls gave him the reassuring feeling that he was in the same place, that he never left it.
Oh, how much he hated it.
Sleepless nights spent on the wooden chair that now was gone too, all the books he had read once were decorating the plain floor, now gone from his sigh. Those conversations he had with himself at the break of dawn were just a piece of what they had left him: bitter memories, along with the most precious treasure one could've ask for.
"Are you ok daddy?" the little girl tugged on the hem of his dress shirt looking with curious eyes. "Aren't you happy we are going home?"
Shaking away the feeling of fatigue, he easily got on his knees and fixated the muffler around his daughter neck, a genuine smile covering his exhausted interior. She just looked at him with a questioning expression when his hands rested on her small shoulders.
" I am good sweetie, why don't we go and get mama's flowers now?"
Her face lit up at the sudden suggestion and jumped happily, laughing in response at her father. He just scooped her in his arms, soft giggles filling the whole room.
It was making him whole again.
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"Thank you" he bowed and with one small movement got the lilies away from the clerk and gave them to the little girl. She bowed too, smiling from ear to ear in pure happiness and took her father's hand.
"Let's go daddy! I don't want mam to wait too much for us".
They were walking in silence, only her skipping making a difference in the calm and quiet movements of the falling snow. It was one of those moments when he let himself get lost in his thoughts, only to be awaken by her happy giggles. She was truly an energetic and sweet child, stubborn but calm. A true mixture between the two of them.
Finally, they both stood down on the cold blanket of snow, a silence plastered between the two. With few movements, she arranged the lilies in the white vase. It was brightening even more the lovely scenery, the flowers petals slowly moving with the breeze's direction.
Just like that, he found himself lost in the photo attached to the grave. You were smiling softly at him, kind eyes being framed by the rather long hair you once had and a small flower crown was resting on your head.
And when she called him once again, he found himself lost in his daughter's eyes full of love.
Just like he used to get lost in the love he has for you
