✧Chapter Twenty-Seven✧

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August 31st, 2021

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August 31st, 2021...I should be enjoying the fact that my son was born in the early hours of this morning, I should celebrating with friends and family but right now, no one feels like celebrating.

Turns out, being born early but term has it's complications. The baby started having trouble breathing so we decide to rush him here and right out we realized he needed help, I turned around to find an unresponsive Mandi.

She was just lying there, motionless, barely breathing and I panicked. I started to yell and scream feeling like history was repeating itself then I freaked out thinking Mandi was about to do exactly what Jessica did but then my father—literally—smacked some sense into me and I came to the realization that my fiancée and my son need me.

We brought them in and both were immediately put on oxygen and then Madni got worse and they had to put her on a ventilator leaving us all in tears and me to feel like I'm not met to grow old with someone.

So here I am right now, staring down at my little boy who's got a long road ahead of him

"He's gonna be okay, they both are" Mom says beside me

"How can we be sure?" I ask

She places a hand on my heart "Faith, I know I don't talk about it often but whatever made you hold on to Jessica, use that to hold onto Madni and that sweet boy in there"

I gulp "I won't survive losing her"

"I know but Justin if you focus on the bad, you won't enjoy the good when it happens. I know it's hard to stay optimistic but you've gotta for the sake of them both as well as the five children you have at home."

I sigh

"Honey, if they see you break, so will they and it's harder to fix the broken hearts of five children rather than the your own" She says

I sigh turning back to the little boy I never expected to have.

"Stay strong little man" I whisper putting my hand on the window

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"Stay strong little man" I whisper putting my hand on the window

I walk away with my mother back up to the floor Mandi is on then walk into her room and I sigh sitting in the chair next to her bed grabbing her hand

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