Married to The Fame

Chapter 17

Nicole's POV:

Two months since it happened. Two months. Our little boy is growing strong. He is out of the hospital. The healthy, now big boy that managed to survive what his brother unfortunately couldn't, James. I wish that the man he was named after was here, to see him. He would be like a grandfather to him. And of course, also Ethan and Audrey.

James smiles every time I come to feed him. I rush like crazy to manage everything. Georgia helps of course. I don't know what I would do without that woman.

As for Diane... she hasn't gone out the bed since she gave birth to him. Doctors said my wife is suffering from PPD. Postpartum depression. I come and leave food on the table next to her, sometimes she eats it, but most of the time she doesn't. I've never seen her in this state. My own wife is not speaking to me. And she hasn't looked at James. Losing one of her sons was too much for her.

I brought the food upstairs and sat beside her. I put my hand on her blonde, beautiful hair and kissed her on the forehead. I didn't even bother to speak, knowing she wouldn't. Any other day I would, but today I was just tired.

I got up after I kissed her and went downstairs to feed the twins. They ask me every day about Diane. Audrey especially. She can't bare now knowing where her Mamma is. As for Ethan, he keeps his distance, but still asks.

They were so noisy that I barely managed to hear James crying and screaming. I quickly ran, realising he's been crying for quite some time as the screams were getting louder.

Finally at the door of the bedroom where Diane and James were and the crying stopped. What?

"I'm so sorry, I didn't hear because..." Behind the closed door, I couldn't believe at the sight before me. Diane was holding our son and swinging him around. After two months, she got out and held him. She was smiling like crazy and so was I. Hell, even James was smiling.

"He has your eyes." She looked up at me with tears threatening to fall and I couldn't help but smile even wider.

"I know." I got closer and kissed her on the cheek tenderly.

"I'm so sorry, Nicole. You lost a child too. I was just being sellfish."

"Stop. It's okay. You needed to grieve."

And so we held our youngest baby and looked at him like the most precious thing in the world. Only he shared the spot with his brother and sister.

"I love you." Diane muffled out.