But Baby 2 (Brad Simpson Fanfic)

chapter 9

A/N; So I go back to school tomorrow eww
Aha that Andrew in the royal family shows how shit the UK is. I mean a member of the Royal Family forces someone into sex..no.
Anyway, theres a man on the TV called Dickie...Oh. Sorry about your name, I hope you're allowed to change it..even though your like 80.
My Mum said I can change my last name if I want because I don't like my Dad's last name.

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Brad's POV;

"W..what do you mean?" I say, my hand shooting out to hold Zoe's, knowing She'll be about to start crying. Her hand was cold and clutched mine, while I stroked the back of her hand, tracing the outline of her bones. 
"We've managed to get her stable again, However, its still fifty fifty. Her ribs are now back to the position they should be in, But the operation has weakened her, and obviously; being so small, it was alot for her body to take" He clasps his hands infornt of him "They'll be taking her back now, You'll be able to see her in a few minutes, once she's settled."
"She doesn't sleep without her teddy" Zoe sobs, leaning into me. I pull her into my grasp, Kissing her head softly. Thats the thing about Zoe, she just wants them to have anything they need, or want, and doesn't care how or why. 
"Would You like me to take you to see her?" He asks, I nod; pulling Zoe up with me.
She leans against me as we walk down the corridoor, stumbling over her feet, the tears blocking her vision. I just wish I could get this to stop, Zoe needs to go home and sleep. She doesn't need this, or deserve this. No one does.  
As we reach the room, the Doctor pushes the door open for us, and follows us in the room. A tiny Scarlett lies in a cot, machines around her. The same nurse who'd been looking after Cleo and Scarlett was sat next to her, holding her hand. She smiled at us, "She's doing good. She a fighter" Zoe smiles, I think having someone she recognised helped. The nurse stands up and goes back to her desk. The Doctor follows her; and they start to talk, pointing at charts and sheets of paper. Zoe glances at me, taking ahold of my hand and pulls me over to Scarlett.

Scarlett looked so poorly; she was pale, and a horrible red line went down her chest. There were stains of blood, clearly from the operation. Wires and needles once again coated her body, and she lay there. Her chest rising slowly. 
The legs were the only things that didn't seem to be wired up. They lay, flopping to the side. The nappy they'd put on her was too big, something that would annoy Zoe. Her little toes wiggled about, reminding me of how she was when she was born. She would always wriggle, and toss about; too much energy.
I looked at Zoe, her face was pale and pasty. Tear stains lined her cheeks, and dark bags shadowed her eyes. No matter how she looked; She was still beautiful. Her eyes were as brown as ever, and lose curls lay over her shoulders as she held Scarletts hand. I follow her eyeline, and am greeted back to the sight of my baby girl. I stroke her fulffy curls gentley, the small hairs falling back to their floppy state. 

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Zoe's POV;

It was now dark, and we were at home. Brad had to practically drag me out the hospital, insisting that Scarlett would be okay. I didn't want to leave her, And I didn't want to go back to where Cleo's bed was, where her toys littered the floor and her clothes lined the drawers. 
Thomas was asleep, as was Ellie. I hadn't checked on either, which was wrong of me. But I couldn't see her room, and know she wouldn't be back in that cot. Brad was checking on them now, I could hear him mumbling away to them.
His Mum was in a hotel down the road, as we are yet to have a spare room. His sister was snuggled up with Ellie, she wouldn't sleep apparently so Natalie gave in to her plea's.

Christmas decorations still hung off the walls in the living room, and the babie's piles of toys still sat in the corner. I could see Thomas' items, the blue peeking through the piles of pink items. Cleo wasn't going to get to play with her new toys, or wear her new clothes. 
I was stupidly excited about a Doll House, a big wooden one I'd got for them to share. Ellie had her own, and had already filled it with dolls. But the girls never got the play with it..and they'd never share it.
It would be Scarlett's doll house..Not Cleo and Scarlett's doll house as I'd planned.
The idea of Scarlett growing up without her sister upset me, Ellie would miss her and although Thomas would probably be glad to have one less sister; siblings mean the world.
This thought alone killed me, I just want her back. 
The photo's of her on the wall, made me realise that is the closet we have to getting her back. My favourite photo of her sat proudly in the centre of the wall...Her, Scarlett, Thomas and Ellie were in the bath..Bubble's up to their chins, becuase Brad thought it would be fun. They were all giggling and splashing, Cleo was sat at the end, her hands lifted above her head, ready to make another splash.
I kept re running that moment in my head, one of the best days I'd had. I closed my eyes tight and kept replaying it. over and over. 
I hunched myself over, cuddling my legs. And forbid myself from stopping that moment in my head. I could hear their giggles and laughs and joyful screams. 

that was until it went black and numb