"I'm so sorry for your loss" The doctor who has been taking care of Addison since we found out she was pregnant said right before she walked out of the room.
"I'm sorry, Baby" Addison whispered to me. "Hey, don't talk like that. This wasn't your fault."
Addison had a went into labor just a few hours before and something happened which caused them to have to do an emergency c-section.
"He's gone, Bryce. Our Baby boy is gone." She cried into my chest as I laid with her on her hospital bed.
The baby was tied up in the umbilical cord in her uterus and unfortunately the doctors weren't able to deliver him in time. When he was finally delivered he had no heart beat...
"It's not your fault, Baby." I kissed her head and held her in my arms. We had everything already set up for him in the house.
His nursery was baby blue and white. All his sonograms were already in frames on the wall. I had already Baby proofed the house.
We were ready, and now he's gone.
A couple weeks had gone by and Addison had been spending most of her time just sitting in the nursery in the house. On the white wood rocking chair that had been passed down from Addison's mother who had used it for Addison, Enzo and Lucas.
She had even fallen asleep in there a few times and each time I could carry her to bed.
Some nights she had cried to sleep. Because on top of postpartum depression she also lost the child entirely.
On nights when Addison would fall asleep early I spend time on the nursery. Thinking about the amazing moments that we would've had if he had lived.
I broke down and cried myself on multiple occasions but I tried to stay strong for Addison. No one could feel how she was feeling. Not even me. She had carried him around for the past 8 and a half months.
A few more weeks had passed and Addison came up with a spontaneous idea.
"Bryce?" She whispered to get my attention. "Yes, Baby?" I answered her. "I think I know what I want my first tattoo to be..." She whispered playing with my fingers in her hand.
"What is it, Gorgeous?" I asked her. "We should get something in memory of the baby..." She explained. "His name and the date of when it happened." She continued.
"We never decided on a name for him." I told her. "I've had one on my mind since the day that I knew that I loved you. I have a boy name and a girl name. Jadelynn Elizabeth for a girl and Elliot Bryce for a boy. Jadelynn and Elizabeth are both of our grandmothers names. Elliot is a family name from my moms side. My great uncle Elliot served in the military for 15 years. And Bryce after you...I wanted our son to be just as amazing as his daddy." She explained to me.
"I love it. Thank you, Baby." I kissed her hand. "When did you want to do it?" I asked her. "As soon as possible..." She whispered before curling back up into my chest and falling into a light sleep.
I immediately texted Isaac my tattoo guy and told him to meet me here tomorrow.
We decided we wanted roman numerals and his name in cursive in the numbers.
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elliot bryce IV.XXVI.XXIII
Addison got her tattoo on her left shoulder blade and I got mine on my forearm.
We will love you forever Elliot Bryce Hall...or as we would've called you Eli.
sorry about this i was looking over tattoo ideas to piss off my mother and this idea popped in my head.
