Breaking The Unbroken

Chapter 67

*9 Months Later*

Lyric's POV

"She's so beautiful. I still can't believe it." Harry whispered, rocking my daughter in his arms. I smiled at the two of them but caught sight of Jamie glaring at me from the corner of the room.

"Harry, it's been 2 months since the baby was born. We don't need Lyric any more." She scoffed. Harry glared at Jamie before looking back down at the baby.

"And how could I bring myself to kill little Natalia's mother?" He said softly.

"Jamie, if you have a problem you can always just leave. Harry and I don't need you." I sneered. Jamie growled and stalked towards me, pulling a pocket knife out.

"I'd watch how you talk to me bitch." She hissed.

"Jamie! Go get my medication from the pharmacy. Maybe you can think about your anger issues while you're gone." Harry ordered. Jamie looked at me one last time before leaving. Harry kissed Natalia on the head before placing her in her crib.

"She's magnificent and so are you." He said looking at me. I walked next to him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"You're so good with her. You treat her like she's your own." I commented before placing a quick kiss on his lips. Harry smiled before a coughing fit took his breath.

"Harry, hey, what do you need? Talk to me." I said quickly. He pointed to his oxygen tank in the corner of the room and I brought it to him, letting him get some air. Harry took 4 deep breaths before taking off the mask.

"I don't have long here Lyric, and I want to give you a part of me: a child." He wheezed.

"But Talia is so young." I frowned.

"I don't think I'll make it to her first birthday, beautiful. It's not about Hydra, or my father, or even the world. It's about you. The one that got away. The one who always kept slipping through my fingers. Here, I finally have you all to myself and I had to take you to Siberia to do it. I can't leave you without knowing you'll remember me." I took an uneven breath before nodding.

"Tomorrow. It's gonna happen tomorrow." I agreed. Harry laughed and hugged me.

Little does he know, a lot would be happening tomorrow.

Peter's POV

"Hi daddy," Iris said quietly, walking into my room. I quickly wiped the tears from my face and turned to face her.

"What's up baby girl?" I asked hoarsely.

"Auntie Pepper, Morgan, MJ, Uncle Tony, and Ned are here."

"Where's Junior?"

"He doesn't wanna leave the room. He's talking to himself." I frowned and stood up from my bed.

"Go open the door and I'll talk to your brother," I said. I walked to Junior's room and opened the door. He was on his knees by his bed, his eyes closed tightly and hands clasped.

"Dear God and Jesus, please bring my mommy back. I...I miss her so much and I know daddy does too. He's trying real hard but I know he's sad. Sister is sad too but she's trynna be strong for daddy. I...I don't really know how to pray, but my friend told me it's something like this. He also told me you guys are good guys like my mommy so please help her. I love her so much and she's such a good mommy. She makes delicious food, and she laughs with me, and she loves me, sister and daddy, so much. I don't want her to get dead. I don't know what I'd do without mommy. Please, please bring her home so everyone can stop being sad. Amen."