You nearly drop to your knees at the slight in front of you. You clams your hand over your mouth to hold the sobs back. Luke lays there, with more tubes connected to him than you can count.
One machine is breathing for him, and one measures his heart beat, but you have no clue what the rest of the machines around him are doing.
Tears stream down your cheek as you slowly walk over to the side of his bed. You take in every detail. Every bruise. Every cut. Almost every visible inch of him is wounded in some way. His left arm and leg are both in casts.
You don't want to touch him, afraid that if you do something bad will happen. At the same time all you want to do is throw yourself into him and hug him tightly and never let him go.
He lies there perfectly still, other than his chest rising and falling at a steady pace. The nurse leaves and closes the curtain behind her. You stare at him for a few minutes, and then decide to talk to him.
"I don't know if you can hear me, but I have a surprise for you." You take a deep breath, feeling awkward talking to someone who may or may not be able to hear you.
"I was actually kind of hoping that I could surprise you at the airport when you got back home, but I guess that didn't work out." You smile a little bit, now that the words have begun coming out they feel as natural as if Luke were awake.
"The boys really liked the surprise I think. You're gonna like it even better though."
Carefully, as if one wrong move could shatter him into a million pieces, you gently lift his good hand and set it lightly on your swollen stomach. You leave it there for a while without saying anything.
"That's our baby," you whisper. More and more.Tears pour out of your eyes.
"That's our baby," you repeat as you take his hand in yours.
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Both of their eyes are closed
FanfictionThere was a piece of him living within me. A baby that I just wish I wouldn't have been too stubborn to tell him about. What if it's too late? What if he never knows?
