My Life Now. *Sequel to My Teacher and I*

Time Heals

*Kelsey's POV*

Ian has not been himself the past couple days. I don't blame him though, I mean, his kid just died so I guess he won't be the same. I don't know what to do. I don't think there is anything I can do. All I wanna do is make him feel better but there's nothing I can do to make that happen.

He didn't even know about his kid until just recently, and I think the kid was really growing on him. They were starting to spend more and more time together, and I think Adam actually called him dad a couple times, and I think that made Ian's heart melt every time.

I don't think he'll ever recover from this, his own flesh and blood, something he created, a piece of him, is dead. Gone from this world forever. I know if I was in his shoes I would probably never recover, what if he neglects our children that we have together? I don't know if I could handle that...

He hasn't been talking to me, it's like there is a stranger living in my house. He barely leaves his room, and when he does he doesn't talk to me, he walks right by me like I'm not even there. I know he's grieving, but he needs to talk to me, he can't keep everything bottled up like he does.

The funeral is tomorrow, and I'm not sure if Ian can handle it. He didn't take the death well, I don't know how he could possibly take seeing his own child's body, laying there, limp and lifeless, but I guess I'll have to just wait and see...

*Ian's POV*

I walked into the church with my head down, looking at the ground while Kelsey walked beside my rubbing what was supposed to be soothing circles in my back, maybe if the circumstances were different that actually would've worked...

I can't blame her for trying though, all she's been doing these past couple of days is trying to make me feel better, and I really admire her for that, after everything we've been through she's still here for me like she was when we first got together.

We sat down in the front pew, looking around I didn't see many people, but that was fine by me, I would rather have a small funeral anyway, less people to talk to, less people to pretend to be fine to.

The coffin was right in front of us. My son was in there. Well I guess you couldn't say my son anymore.. My son is in heaven, it's just his body here with us now.

His coffin was surrounded by many beautiful flowers, and next to him was Tammy standing in front of a microphone, about to make a speech of some sort. Once we were all seated and quiet she started talking.

"My son was probably the happiest little boy you would ever meet. He was always making new friends and was always kind and respectful to new people he met, along with the people he already knew. You would never see him being mean to anybody.. That would be the day pigs flew.."
She chuckled a bit, but then that small smile disappeared from her face and she went back to talking.
"He was taken from this world too soon, he didn't get to experience the things in life that he should have gotten the opportunity to. Like having his first kiss, getting his drivers license, graduating high school, going to college, finding love, getting married, and having kids of his own. All of that was taken away from him, and it angers me!"
She pounded on the podium in front of her.
"I'm sorry, I just miss my son so much I can't even put it into words. He was my life, my whole world. I don't know what I'm going to do without him, and his father. He had just met his father recently and they were starting to get close, he was taken away from him too."
She sighed.
"Sometimes life isn't fair... But eventually you will learn to cope, and move on. I love you son, and you will never be forgotten, I'll see you up there someday, my baby boy."

Hours later at home

*Kelsey's POV*

Ian didn't take the funeral well, we got home and he just sat down on the couch, and stared at the wall looking completely out of it. I don't think he knew what to do anymore, he lost a big part of him, that really can never be replaced.

I tried talking to him on the way home but just ignored my advances and stared out the window at the world passing by, I could tell he wanted to talk, but he just couldn't. He didn't know what to say, or even how to say it for that matter. He was confused, unsure of why this had happened, and how to even comprehend it, let alone cope with it.

I just hope he gets better so he can be the father that I know he is to our children, and come back to our family.

*Ian's POV*

I don't feel anything anymore.
I don't feel sad.
I don't feel pain.
I feel nothing.
I am nothing.
I am dead.

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Please read.
I am so sorry for taking so long to update I've had a lot on my mind, but I was able to get this really short chapter done for those of you who wanted it.
It's not as good as it should've been, and I know a lot of you will be let down, and I'm sorry about that. PLEASE KEEP ALL RUDE COMMENTS TO YOURSELF IT HURTS MY FEELINGS. But the future chapters will hopefully better because I will hopefully have more time to work on them. Thank you all for the support though, you guys are the reason I keep writing this. So I hope you like it somewhat, and I will update sometime hopefully in the next couple of months. No promises though.