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1 Week Later

I sat next to Harper's bed as I sighed. Harper has only been getting worse since she was born. She had a feeding tube in now along with her breathing tube. Maddox and I got discharged a couple days ago but I couldn't bring myself to leave Harper alone so Fergal, Maddox, and I were staying at the hospital.

"Here you go, love."

Fergal said as he handed me a box of food from the hospital cafeteria.

"Thanks."

I said as I looked up at Harper.

"She's going to end up like Mia. Don't lie to me Fergal. You know it's true."

I said as I looked at the tiny baby.

"Don't say that. She's going to be fine."

Fergal said.

"You said that about Mia."

I said as I looked at him.

"Can we please not talk about Mia?"

Fergal asked.

"No. Because Harper might end up like Mia. So we have to talk about what the fuck we're going to do if our baby girl ends up dead!"

I said to him.

"Shut up Pamela! Stop fucking saying that! You don't know what's going to happen! So please shut the fuck up!"

Fergal yelled in my face. Then he stormed out of the room. I sighed as I looked over at Harper.

"Please fight. Please fight so your dad and I stop fighting."

I said as I rubbed her hand. But I know the fighting wasn't going to stop. Because Fergal and I were both stressing about Harper and nothing was helping it now. And I had no idea if he was even coming back...