Michael's POV
The ride back to the house after the plane ride was quiet. When we got home I helped Cote with the bags. "I can't believe that happened." Cote slid down the wall next to the door. She looked down at her now flat stomach. "He's gone Michael." she said pulling her knees into her chest. I slid down next to her. "Kinda hard to believe."
"Yeah." then there was a knock at the door. I stood up and looked through the peep hole. Mark and Lauren. I opened the door. "Hey how was Rome." Cote stepped out from behind me. "No." Lauren gasped. Cote nodded and put her hands on her stomach. Lauren came in and hugged her. Cote started to sob violently into the red heads shoulder. Mark put his hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry Michael."
"Thanks." I finally calmed Cote down and we went and sat in the living room. I rocked Cote in my arms and her sniffles died down. "so what happened...?"
"He had a syndrome the blocked his feeding tube. He couldn't survive."
"We decided that we would have named him Charlie." Cote said. "Are you going to try again soon?"
"No, we might just be a married couple for a year, then try again."
"That's smart. Just give you two some time." Cote nodded and nudged her nose against my cheek. We talked for awhile then they left. Cote smiled at me. "I love you."
"I love you too."
Ok so...major writers blocks happening with this story. So u though I'd post this little bit.
