Who Says |.l.t.|

Secret Scene- 26th December 2010

Lexi's POV.

It was 5 in the morning, and I didn't want to wake up Louis, who looked so peaceful, his face squished up against the pillow. Edward was squirming away in my belly, and I could see where he kicked out every now and then. If I strained my neck, I could just see the tips of my toes, but otherwise my feet were hidden by my baby mountain. I was lucky, and had only been plagued by a few stretch marks around my hips- cocoa butter had been my saving grace there. 

Louis moaned in his sleep, and thrashed his arms out wildly. I started, his actions catching me unaware, and tried to restrain him. Small drops of tears were falling from his eyes that were squeezed tight, and his forehead was creased in a frown. 

"Louis- Louis babe." I whispered, stroking his hair soothingly, but to no avail. Louis turned his head and buried it in his pillow, small whimpers falling from his lips. Worried now, I shook his shoulders gently, then roughly.

"Louis baby, wake up!"

Louis' POV.

Standing at the front of the church, my hands were shaking as the opened up the piece of paper in front of me. I didn't know why I was there, whether it was a wedding speech or a eulogy. Casting my eyes around, I saw masses of black. From the windows, flashes of cameras lit up the stain glass windows so they glistened like fancy fairy lights. I felt as though I should turn around, but every time I tried it was like my head refused to turn. My eyes looked down to the paper I had opened, and as if controlled by another read out the written words.

"Losing someone is always hard. That's something we all understand. But when that person means so much to you, it goes beyond hard. They go from being your strength to your weakness, within the space of seconds. And when you lose two-" 

I stopped reading, my heart thumping so fast I thought it would burst out of my chest. Two people. Their names were in the next sentence. My mouth was still moving, but no sounds were coming out. No, this couldn't be happening. I didn't believe it.

I swallowed thickly, inch by inch twisting my neck only to find this time it was not stopped. I didn't want to look. I really didn't. I knew what I would see would haunt me, forever. 

I saw the coffins first. One large, one small. I tried to stop myself from looking any further at the photographs that lay atop each coffin.

But I failed.

My first thought was how beautiful he was. My son. He looked so much like her. But he had my nose and mouth. But he can't be. That's not possible. No- no they can't both be dead. They can't. They can't. THEY CAN'T!

Lexi's POV.

"Louis!" I whisper yelled, as his eyes jumped open. "Lexi." he sobbed, clutching hold of me his body shaking. I hooked my arms around him so we could cwtch (cuddle in a specific way) and held him to my chest. "It's ok Lou. It's ok." I soothed, stroking his hair and kissing his forehead. At this point, Eddie began to kick out, and Louis cast his eyes over my belly where we could see the little nudges. His face broke out into a smile, as he moved to kiss the area Eddie was kicking. "He's alive." He murmured. I frowned a little, but didn't persue the subject. 

"Are you ok?" I asked softly, cupping his chin and tilting it up so I could kiss his lips. "Yeah." He whispered, smiling as he stole another kiss. He shifted up so he was the one cwtching me, and hummed softly. My eyes grew heavy, and in the comfort of his arms I let myself drift off. I was so nearly asleep when-

"Oh wait. I need to pee."