Tfios fan fiction

Part 10

It has been a month since the dream and I still remember it so clearly. I am ten weeks pregnant and I have a little bump in my stomach now. Being pregnant with twins means you start to show quicker than you would if you were pregnant with just one baby.

I have made a start on the things I promised Gus. Isaac is going to get Gus' eyes in two weeks. He agreed to it because they were Gus' eyes, meaning he would still have a piece of Gus with him, for all of his life. Also so he can help me with the babies, which are also a piece of Gus. He can't help me as well if he is completely blind. Isaac and I are helping each other as best as we can. I am taking care of myself, for the babies and for Gus and Isaac. Isaac is taking care of himself for Gus, for me, and for the babies.

Kaitlyn has been helping me out to. She has been really kind and friendly, she has been very supportive. Her and Isaac haven't actually met yet. Though, they are going to meet soon. Isaac hasn't used his wish from the Genie's yet and wants to take me back to Amsterdam for a week so we can do the things that Gus and I did, and what we wanted to do but didn't actually have the time to do it. I agreed as long as Kaitlyn could go with us and he said yeah. The three of us are leaving in two weeks.

Today is the day of Gus' funeral. I stand in front of my floor length mirror, putting my earrings in. The black dress I wear shows my small but noticeable baby bump. "Hazel, are you ready?" My mum calls from downstairs.

"Yeah, I'll be down in a minute." I call back to her.

I take one last glance in the mirror before leaving my room and walking downstairs. My parents are by the door, waiting for me. "You look beautiful Hazel." My father says.

"Thanks." I say. Then we leave.

It isn't long before I'm kneeling next to Gus' coffin, his eyelids closed, covering the fact that his eyes have been taken out so Isaac could have them. At least I will get to see his eyes again, even if they aren't on him. "I love you, present tense." I say before putting my hand on the middle of his chest, "It's okay, Gus. It's okay. It is. It's okay, you hear me?" I knew he couldn't hear me, maybe he could from heaven, but the body in front of me couldn't. I lean forward and kiss his cheek. "Okay." I say. "Okay."

There are a load of people watching us, but I don't care.

I open the clutch that I hold and take out the packet of Camel Lights. I quickly put them into the space between his side and the coffins plush silver lining, hoping no one behind would notice. "You can light these. I won't mind." I say before kissing him one last time.

When I sit down next to my parents my dad gives me a tissue and I blow my nose. The minister starts speaking as soon as he gets behind Gus' coffin.

"Augustus Waters was a courageous young man. His heroism, in the face of illness is an inspiration to us all. In heaven, Augustus will finally be healed and whole," Implying that he had been less whole than others due to his leglessness, and I can't help but sigh in disgust. My father puts his hand on my knee and cut me a disapproving look.

"What a load of horse crap, eh, kid?" Someone says from the row behind me. I spin around.

Peter Van Houten wears a white linen suit, tailored to account for his rotundity, a powder-blue dress shirt, and a green tie. He didn't look to be dressed for a funeral. The minister says "Let us pray," but as everyone bows their heads, I could only stare at the sight of Peter Van Houten.

After a moment he whispers, "We gotta fake pray," and bows his head.

I try to forget about him and just pray for Augustus. I made a point of listening to the minister and not looking back.