Trinity

Chapter 18

Hayden's POV

I lay asleep as loose thoughts begin to come apart in my head. My mind is somewhere else, and my body is giving out. The pain is slowly fading away as I go numb. I am falling into darkness. I succeeded in carrying a baby for nine months and now I am just leaving it behind. It was a girl, and a girl needs her mother in life. I will not let the complications of life wash over me like the ocean. I won't be swallowed. I feel prickles of pain from head to toe like pins, and I know I can't stop what's coming. I very faintly hear my mother, father, and doctor talking. "Name...her...Heaven," I softly say, pushing open my heavy eyelids a crack. I see my crying mother come toward me, and she kisses my cheek. Her pale, soft, skin is now red and flushed. She takes my face in her hands and says "Hayden, I love you very much and I promise I'll see you again," over and over again. My father walks over to me and says, "Hayden, you will always be Daddy's Little Girl, okay? Be brave, Hayden. I know you can do it." I see flashes of me and my mother playing peek-a-boo when I was younger in my head. I also see me and my dad playing in the swimming pool when I was little. I remember Trinity and I softly tell my parents to make sure she knows I love her. I let myself slip away with my last words being "I love you."

Mum's POV

I watch as my lifeless daughter goes to the place she will now watch over us. I rest my head in my hands as I think of all the best memories I had with her. At least I know no one can ever take my memories away from me, and the way she felt in my arms when she was first born will never go away. She was the start of our family, and now she was leaving us behind. She left us peacefully with good thoughts in her head. I cry and cry as I look at her lifeless body. I know that now she has two legs that will never run again, two beautiful blue eyes that will never shimmer in the light again, and two hands that will never feel again. She has one child that will live on, and I respect that. It was all fate, and I will have to cope, but now is my time to mourn. I cry for my daughter, I cry for her passing. It was meant to be like this, and I have to respect that.