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1). My Joy

Jonah's pov -

Her cry rings throughout my entire head as I sprint with her in my arms. I have to make it to the hall. I have to... I have to.

Flashback*
Her laughter fills the air as we stare up past the amity trees towards the darkening sky. I look over and that smile won't leave her face. God she's so beautiful

"And how is my lovely doing" I ask, with her still smiling from ear to ear
"Oh, I am just lovely. You wanna know why?" She's beaming at this point, she looks so happy. A deep feeling of dread starts to rise from my stomach as I feel like I know where this is going. She's been trying to get pregnant for the past month. Not that I don't mind being so close with her but being a father is something I will never want.

"Yes Joy, why are you so lovely?" I manage to get the question out with a smile still on my face as she jumps on top of me.

"I'm pregnant!!!" She screams out and tears of joy start streaming out of her eyes. She's so happy. Her being pregnant is bringing her so much happiness that I can't help but feel a smile tug at my lips. In this very moment I know. I may never want to be a father but as long as I have her in my life, my never ending love and my only happiness, then I guess I'll be a father. Just for her, just to make her happy.

End of flashback*

I trip over my own feet and we fall to the ground with a harsh thud. Shit. She landed straight on her baby bump. Her cries grew louder to a point I didn't know was possible and people start running towards us. I hadn't realized we were this close to the main hall. Someone shouts to get an ambulance to take my sweet Joy to erudite.

Why did she want a baby so damn bad. Why did I love her too much and give it to her. This baby can't take her away from me. She's the only reason I have to live. I don't want this baby, not without her.

Linda, an ex erudite, rushes over and tries to calm down Joy, "sweetie your going to be fine, you just need to calm down and wait for help to come. Think happy thoughts, your baby is going to come today!" Joy automatically locks a hold on my hand as she tears her eyes away from Linda. "Did you hear her honey? Our little Rosey is going to come today!" With each passing word she continued to get more and more drowsy. I could barely make out the word today, when her head went limp and fell in line with the rest of her body.

"NO!" Is all anyone can hear. I keep screaming and sobbing as the love of my life is dying in my arms. Linda tries to take her from me but I won't let her touch her, she needs REAL help. I continue to not let anyone touch her when I feel a sharp sting in the back of my neck, almost like a tiny bee sting. Before I know it I fall to ground surrounded in blackness.

I wake up blind as all I can see is blinding white, light? Yes light. I start to sit up when I hear small but loud crying. Oh god, Joy! Where's Joy?!?

I look around more and see that I'm not attached to anything and realize they must have injected me with some strong peace serum. I go to stand up from my blue and white sheet bed when a nurse bursts through the door holding a small bundle in her hands. "Oh, Mr. Jonah, congratulations on a perfectly healthy baby girl!" I'm just about to pass her when I see all the blood on the baby. "Where's Joy? Why isn't she with that?" Her face drops. It seems like she didn't want to be the bearer of bad news.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Jonah. I was just about to start cleaning off the bacteria from the baby. I thought you might want to see her first before going in the delivery room." Her face continues to drop as she goes on, "your wife, Joy, we got her to come back to a conscious state before we had her begin pushing. She said that no matter what, Rosey will live. We tried to keep her with us but as the contractions and pushes kept coming she was loosing more and more blood. We wanted to give her a c-section but opening her up would have more of a chance of losing both Joy and the baby. We went with her wish. It seemed we couldn't keep both alive, even though we fought like hell to keep them both here. Again I'm so sorry."

She tried to hand me the baby but I couldn't hold that, that thing. The thing that took my love away. The thing that stole the oxygen from my lungs. How do I live in a world with no Joy? She scurried off to finish cleaning the baby as I fell back on top of the hospital bed. I just sat there, in a state of shock. I had no clue what to do or where to go. The shakes started to come and I got up and ran to the wall. I punched it so hard I left a mark from my knuckle. I hit it again and again and again until my fist started bleeding and a security guard had to come in and force me off my great opponent.

As the officer was trying to calm me down that awful noise filled my ears once again. The same nurse walked in and handed me the baby. I looked down at her tiny face and I tried to see Joy. Maybe just maybe this baby could have a sliver of her to keep me sane. As I keep looking all I can see is me. My blue eyes not her brown ones. Not her oval shaped face by my not oval shaped face. My nose that sticks out a little not her tiny little pixie nose. Why oh why must this be the child she wanted. The thing that killed her. She isn't a bundle of joy, she's the devil herself.

The words "her wishes" keep filling my ears and all I can feel is hate. It was her wish to keep this baby alive while killing herself in the process. If it wasn't for her "Rosey" she would still be here with me. I would still be happy.