Текст книги "Fusion"

Автор книги: Tessa Teevan

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I WAS ON TOP of the world.

On top of the fucking world.

I’d just sold my first million-dollar home and gotten a killer bonus, and Sierra was ten weeks pregnant. We hadn’t told anyone yet. Just like with Ava, we planned on waiting until she was out of the first trimester. I was dying, though, keeping it from her family and mine. Keeping it from Ava. I’d already ordered a big sister T-shirt she could sport, and I couldn’t wait to put it on her and see how long it took our families to notice it.

Two more weeks. They were going to be the longest two weeks ever.

Turned out, two weeks didn’t matter.

I was on way home from work when my phone rang. Knowing that Ava was with the Sullivans for the night, I’d begun planning out our celebration dinner, so I hurriedly answered Sierra’s call, anxious to tell her the news.

“Hey, baby. Before you say a word, I’ve gotta tell you something.”

“Jeremy.” Her hushed, pained whisper sent ice through my veins. Something was wrong.

“Baby?” I asked.

The sound of her cries shot darts straight to my heart, and I hit the gas, now anxious to get home for a different reason.

“Something’s wrong, Jeremy,” she said, sounding weak. “I…”

Just as I was turning down our street, I heard a crash and then silence.

“Sierra?”

Nothing. Panic set in, and once I’d pulled into our driveway, I threw the truck in park, rushed out, not even bothering to shut the door, and ran into my house like a madman, shouting her name.

My heart threatened to stop beating as soon as I found her. She was lying on the kitchen floor, passed out cold. Her face was blanched, sallow, but the blood was what stopped me in my tracks. The red stain on her pale-pink yoga pants was growing by the second.

After calling the emergency squad, I held Sierra’s limp body in my arms for what seemed like hours. When the paramedics finally came, it took everything in me to release her. No one even questioned me when I hopped in the ambulance with her.

There she was, beautiful and ashen, lying on a stretcher, unconscious.

I was on the brink of losing it.

The words miscarriage and ectopic pregnancy were thrown out as the paramedics hooked her up to tubes and started checking her out. They asked me questions—routine, I guessed, and ones I wasn’t able to answer. I racked my brain and mentally chastised myself for not having paid more attention to Sierra before I’d left for work. I had been too focused on going over the contract for my client, and I couldn’t remember a thing.

Had she complained of cramps?

Had she experienced any spotting?

Were there any symptoms?

I didn’t even know what symptoms they were talking about. When it was clear I had no answers for them, they turned their attention back to my wife. All I could do was watch, worry, and pray.

As soon as we got to the hospital, she was whisked away from me. I was left in the waiting room, sitting there in a daze, unsure of what had just happened. I spent the next ten minutes numb and filling out paperwork. I had a quick thought of calling her parents, Lexi, or, hell, my own parents, but I didn’t want that. I didn’t think Sierra would want that, either, especially if it turned out that everything was okay. Her parents had Ava, and the last thing I wanted was for them to worry or freak my girl out. So, instead of calling anyone, I stared at the television screen, not actually seeing what was playing before me.

The only image in my mind was Sierra lying on the floor, the blood on her pants.

Miscarriage.

Ectopic pregnancy.

I knew what the first was, but I had no idea what the latter was, and there was no way in hell I was going to play Google Doctor and try to figure it out for myself.

Seconds turned to minutes, which turned into hours. At least, that’s how it felt. When my name was finally called, I took a glance at the clock. We’d only been there for an hour and twenty-seven minutes. That had to be a good sign, right?

As I approached the doctor, I felt like I was walking towards my doom, yet I wanted to sprint to him, order he take me to my wife, and run through the halls until I got to her.

“Mr. Banks?” he presumed, and I nodded.

My heart was beating at a frantic pace as I waited for him to give me the news. Any news.

“I’m Dr. Vaughn,” he said—as if I gave a shit who he was. “Your wife is awake, and she’s resting comfortably in her room.”

Relief rushed through me, and my shoulders sagged from the weight that’d been lifted. But that relief was ripped away by his next words.

“There’s no easy way to say this, Mr. Banks. Your wife… The bleeding.” He paused. “She was suffering from a miscarriage, and her body couldn’t handle it. Due to the amount of blood and the situation she was in, we felt it best to go ahead and perform an emergency dilation and curettage procedure.”

I stared at him as if he were speaking gibberish. “Dilation and curettage?” I asked.

“It’s often referred to as a D&C. In simple terms, we cut her cervix open and removed the contents of the uterus. The body can naturally expel them over the course of a few weeks, but we felt this was the best route to go.”

I couldn’t even process what he was telling me. I didn’t want to process it. All I wanted was my wife.

“Can I see her?” I asked.

He nodded, and I followed as he led the way to Sierra. He held the door to her room open, and I saw her lying in the bad, pale and so small. She was curled on her side, into a ball, and it took everything in me not to rush to her side, climb on the bed, and hold her close.

I glanced at the doctor. “A minute?”

He nodded again. “I’ll be back in a while to answer any questions you may have.”

When the door shut, it was just me and Sierra, and for the first time in eighteen years, I had no idea what to say.

I pulled a chair up to the edge of the bed and sat down. She was facing me, but her expression was blank, as if she were looking right through me. My hand reached out and took hers, and she finally moved her eyes to meet mine. And then she said two words that sent the tears in my eyes streaming down my cheeks.

“I’m sorry.”

My fingers clutched hers. I brought her hand to my lips and kissed it before placing my other hand on her cheek, cupping it gently. “Sierra,” I whispered, using my thumbs to wipe her falling tears away. “I…”

I had nothing to say, no words or platitudes to give her that would take her pain away. Instead, I rose and sat on the edge of the bed. She scooted back, giving me enough room to lie down with her. I laid my head on the edge of her pillow and took her hand again. I brought our entwined fingers up between us, and I held on as tight as I could. Our eyes were locked, and behind hers, I saw something I’d never seen before, something I never wanted to see: unadulterated pain laced with guilt and confusion. Tears streamed out of them, but she didn’t say a word.

She didn’t have to. Those eyes. They said everything.

I have no idea how long we laid there, barely clinging to each other, but when the doctor came to release Sierra, I reluctantly got off the bed and greeted him. He gave her orders to take it easy for a day or two and told me what to look for in case of complications.

“Doctor?” Sierra called just as he was leaving, surprising me. It was the first thing she’d said since her apology. “Was it… Did I cause…” She trailed off.

My heart squeezed—I hated that she was blaming herself.

“Mrs. Banks, no, of course not. It’s no one’s fault here. There’s no one to blame, I assure you.” He paused, and the solemn expression on his face made it apparent this wasn’t easy for him, either. “It’s unfortunate, and there’s often no reason. These things just happen sometimes.”

“These things just happen?” Sierra exploded. “How can you say that? How did it just happen?” she asked, a cry bursting from her. “What did I do wrong?”

The doctor gave me a sympathetic look as her shoulders shook with hysterical sobs, to the point that she was struggling to breathe. I pulled her onto my lap and rubbed her back, whispering to her, telling her everything was going to be okay.

What could I do? I wasn’t sure at the time, but holding her seemed like a good place to start. Everything after that? I’d figure it out.

At least, I hoped so.

THE WEEKS FOLLOWING SIERRA’S hospital visit were some of the hardest weeks of my life. She wanted to keep what had happened between us, and I respected her wishes.

But I was drowning, and there was no one to throw me a lifeline.

When we’d returned home, Sierra had retreated to the bedroom and sobbed into her pillow for hours. I’d changed my clothes and climbed into bed behind her, but for the first time, she didn’t sink into my embrace. The comfort she needed, I couldn’t offer, and it damn near killed me.

The next day, she sent me to pick Ava up from her parents on my own. I thought Ava would help, but when I got home, Sierra was a zombie version of herself. She didn’t smile. She didn’t frown. Her face was a blank canvas, and no matter what I tried, nothing would spring her to life. It continued the next day, and the next, and weeks later, there hadn’t been so much as a spark.

She was grieving, I knew that, but so was I. We’d both lost something that day. I felt like I was losing more though. It hit me hard, but it was only in the dead of night, when I lay awake, that I allowed myself to even think about what we’d lost. All of my waking moments were spent trying to care for my wife and daughter any way I could. But those long, lonely nights, when she wasn’t clinging to me? Those were the worst. She wouldn’t reach out to me, which made everything so much more difficult to handle.

I knew it was different for Sierra. As short as it had been, she’d carried our baby inside her body. For four weeks, she’d knowingly placed her hands on her belly, excited at the prospect of another little moon. Instead, an asteroid had torn through our solar system, completely wreaking havoc on the blissful existence we’d had.

I wanted to mourn, and eventually, I would, but the last thing I was going to do was mourn the loss of my unborn child and my wife. Because that’s how I felt. With each passing day Sierra retreated into her shell, she was also slipping away from me.

As her husband, it broke my fucking heart. I was supposed to be her rock. I wanted to be her strength. I wanted to be her solace. I wanted her to find her peace in me, to lean on me in her time of need. I wanted to wrap my arms around her and form the cocoon she needed so she could hide until she was ready to emerge back into the land of the living. But that’s the funny—and shitty—thing about life. You don’t always get what you want.

I would though.

I had to.

There was no other option.

Every day when I pulled into the driveway, I had no idea what to expect. I’d been working from home as much as I could, but I still had to do showings and paperwork needed to be signed. I tried to remain as present as possible at home for whenever Sierra decided she needed me though.

For a couple of weeks, I’d been able to run interference with her family. First, she was sick. Then Ava was. Then we had plans. But it was exhausting, and Lexi was getting suspicious. It was unlike Sierra to go days, let alone weeks, without seeing her family, and I was at the end of my ropes trying to hold them off. Part of me wanted to break down and tell someone, but the other part of me knew Sierra would be furious if I told anyone before she was ready.

Like I said.

I was drowning.

But what could I do? I didn’t have any answers, so I just kept on, letting the waves of grief crash down on me, hoping like hell I’d reach the eye of the storm soon.

The day my forecast changed? It’s one I will never forget.

When I left that morning, guilt consumed me. It was my first full day back at the office, and I hated that I was leaving Sierra home alone to wallow in her grief. Hated that Ava was missing her lively, loving mom. The same guilt crept back in as I pulled into the driveway, because I was terrified of what I was going to walk into. Terrified that Sierra couldn’t come back from this. That we wouldn’t come back from this. And I couldn’t take it anymore. Something had to change.

I was grieving, too. But Sierra couldn’t see that. As much as I needed her, she couldn’t see through her own haze of mourning, and it was killing me. That had been my unborn baby, too. My kid. And it hurt like fucking hell that I’d never meet him. Sierra was blaming herself for that, but why couldn’t she see that I didn’t blame her?

Didn’t she know that I wondered if I were to blame, too?

But none of that mattered anymore. Because, at the end of the day, we were still there. Ava was still there, and we owed it to her, and ourselves, to remember that.

I was Copper. She was Tod. And I’d never felt farther away from her than I did then.

I had no idea how to fix it. Or if I even could.

I’d never hated going home to Sierra, but that evening, when I parked in the garage, I had no idea what to expect. Dread filled me, and I hesitated when my hand twisted the knob on the door that led to the kitchen. Justified dread, because as soon as I stepped into the house, I heard her. Ava’s cries echoed down the hall.

I threw my keys on the kitchen counter as I followed the sound of her hiccupping sobs. My breath caught when I entered the living room and saw her standing in her playpen, her arms stretched out wide, reaching for her mommy. Her face was red, covered in tears, and Sierra had her back turned to her, her eyes fixated on the television. Her expression was glazed over, and I wasn’t sure she was even watching whatever show was on.

Rage welled up inside me. I wanted to smash that television in. I wanted to shake Sierra until she came out of her haze. I wanted to scream at her for what she was doing to us, and at the same time, I wanted to wrap her in my arms so we could cry together. Grieve together. Whatever we needed to do—as long as it was together.

But first things first. My daughter needed me.

I sighed and crossed the room to pick my baby girl up. She clutched me immediately, and I softly rubbed her back as I rocked her in my arms.

“Ava, baby, Daddy’s here,” I whispered. Then I started crooning “Blue Moon,” singing until she settled against my shoulder. She hiccupped once or twice then let out the sweetest sigh.

“Mommy’s sad,” she whispered, and my heart shattered.

All the while, Sierra paid us no attention. In that moment, I wanted to hate her.

But how can you hate the one you love more than your own life?

The answer?

You don’t.

You examine your heart. You identify with how badly she’s hurting. You don’t try to fix her. You don’t push. You simply be. And, moving forward, that’s what I did for Sierra.

I was.

I was there, and I always would be.

And, when she was ready, she’d reach her arms out and take hold of her family again.

At least, I hoped that’s what would happen.

Somewhere off in the distance, I could hear a child crying.

It sounded like a baby’s cry. I squeezed my eyes shut. Why was there this constant cruel reminder of what I’d lost?

It wasn’t until Jeremy was cursing and scooping Ava up that I realized the cries were hers.

Oh, God.

What kind of mother was I?

Something in the recesses of my mind tried telling me to snap out of it. That we’d be okay. I’d be okay. But, like a foggy windowpane, nothing was clear. There was no end in sight to the pain that was stabbing my heart.

I missed my husband. I missed my baby girl. But, even so, I had no idea how I was supposed to come back to them in one piece. Or if I even could. Would I ever be whole again, or would I spend the rest of my life with missing pieces in my heart?

As if reading my mind, Jeremy crossed the room and brought his thumb to my chin, tilting it up so I was looking at him. I blinked, and through my haze, I finally saw him for the first time in weeks. Shame prickled when I recognized the anguish in his eyes. He was living with this pain just like I was, yet he was still doing that.

Living.

“Sierra, I love you, and I’ll do whatever it takes. Anything you need. But I can’t do this on my own. If you need someone to watch Ava while I’m at work, I can ask your mom. Whatever you want, whatever you need. But I refuse walking into another scene like this one again.”

My heart faltered. My initial reaction was to scream, “Yes!” and I hated myself for it. Guilt burned deep in my belly, and I was so tired of feeling that way. Jeremy was reaching out to me, and after weeks of pushing him away, I realized how tired I was. How much I missed him. And he was right. He couldn’t do this on his own. Neither could I.

So I blinked twice, shook my head, and watched as he exhaled a sigh of relief. “I’m sorry,” I whispered.

Jeremy’s expression softened, and he shifted a now-sleeping Ava to his other shoulder. “Baby, you don’t have to be sorry. For anything. Just be here. That’s all we need.”

I nodded and let his words sink in deep. It’d take some time and a whole lot of effort, but I promised myself that I would do as Jeremy had requested. I’d be there.

Then, for the first time in weeks, he placed Ava in my arms. She settled into my embrace, giving off a sweet sigh.

And, for the first time in weeks, I smiled. It wasn’t overwhelmingly big or bright, but it was enough.

Eventually, we’d be okay. I just needed to remember that.

AFTER MY EXCHANGE WITH Jeremy, I’d like to say things got easier, but they didn’t. I did, however, try harder to be present. Little did I know, our worlds were about to be rocked in an entirely different heartbreaking way.

I’ll never forget the day I got the phone call. Jeremy was getting ready for work, and Ava was unusually still fast asleep. I was making his coffee and preparing his lunch, trying to get myself back into a routine, hoping it’d put me back in a place of normalcy.

I had no idea that, when I picked up my phone, Mom would be hysterical and sobbing on the other line. Dad had to take the phone from her, and even he could barely choke the words out.

“Sierra… There’s been an accident. Oh, God.” He paused, and I could hear their sniffles. “Sweetheart, it’s Ty. He’s…he’s gone.”

My breath caught. “What?” I asked, hoping it was some kind of sick joke.

“Car accident. Lexi’s in a coma in Indiana,” he continued.

The phone slipped from my fingers, clattering to the counter as I braced myself against it. Jeremy must’ve seen the look of pure shock on my face, and instant panic set in on his. He rushed across the room and snatched the phone up. I barely heard his hushed whispers. I was in a daze, already going through the motions of getting my things together because we had to hit the road immediately.

They say terrible things come in threes, and I was terrified that the saying was going to come true for our family. First, it was my unborn baby. Now, it was Ty. And the third… It could be my baby sister.

Jeremy got off the phone and found me in the room, packing an overnight bag. He crossed the room and pulled me into his embrace before placing a kiss on the top of my head.

“Jeremy.” Tears overpowered my resolve and I clutched him tight, sobbing into his chest, giving myself a moment before I calmed myself as best I could. When I looked up at him, his own eyes were swimming with devastated tears.

He nodded, and his jaw tightened—he had no words. I didn’t, either. So, instead, we dropped Ava off with his parents, who’d moved to Ohio when Ava was born, and made our way to Indiana, unaware of what was going to greet us.

Lexi was battered and bruised, but she was alive. For three excruciatingly long days, I sat by her bedside. Not eating. Not sleeping. Not feeling a thing. Even when Jeremy tried to coax me to a hotel, I refused.

And then, finally, Lexi opened her eyes. It was a blessing and a curse. A blessing because my sister had lived. A curse because I saw the devastation in her eyes when she found out about Ty.

She wished she hadn’t.

She didn’t think I understood when I tried to calm her or soothe her pain. She’d come to say as much. But that was my own fault. She had no idea I’d been dealing with my own loss. And she had no idea how much hers would affect my future.

Two weeks later, Lexi was settling in at home. I wanted her to stay with me and Jeremy, and Mom wanted her to stay at their house, but she insisted she go home and get back to normal, even though her normal would never be the same. I understood, which was why I didn’t push it. She wanted to be in the place where she had her memories. So, instead of disagreeing, I showed up every morning for coffee, even if she didn’t want me around.

Most of the time, she was curled up on the couch in Ty’s old robe. She wasn’t very mobile due to her injuries, and she claimed all she wanted to do was watch mind-numbing television. She didn’t talk about him. Ever. Not even after she’d found out that his mother had held a funeral before she’d even been awake. She didn’t say a word when I told her about Jeremy threatening to steal his damaged body until Lexi was able to say her proper goodbyes. When we’d told her about the funeral, she’d simply blinked back tears and nodded. The dazed expression she had when she’d woken up returned. She’d lost her husband and the chance to ever say a proper goodbye.

I’d never been more heartbroken in my life.

When she grabbed a bottle of wine from the pantry, I raised an eyebrow.

“Aren’t you still on pain medication?” I asked.

She scoffed. “Who cares? It’s all the same. It takes away the pain. Or, at least, it’s supposed to.” She poured herself a healthy glass then lifted it in the air as if to toast. “To twenty-six-year-old widows.”

“Lexi,” I whispered and watched as her face scrunched up.

“I’m twenty-six, Sierra! I’m not supposed to be a widow. Ty’s supposed to be here, growing old with me. We were supposed to have the rest of our lives together. Now, I have nothing! I have no one!” she wailed, her shoulders shaking as her sobs racked through her. “All I have left of Ty is a fucking cat I never wanted.”

Toby meowed then rubbed his legs against Lexi as if he hadn’t heard a word. I had to bite my lower lip to keep my own sob from bubbling up. The last thing she needed was my own sadness. When she looked up at me, the urge to cry was even stronger. Her eyes were rimmed with red, her face stained with tears.

“I love that fucking cat. He’s all I have left of Ty.” She sniffled. Then her eyes met mine. “Part of me is glad it happened instantaneously. That he didn’t suffer for a single second. But I never got to say goodbye. I’ll never…” She broke down, leaving her sentence unfinished.

The truth was I echoed her sentiment. As hard as it was, if it had been Ty’s time to go, I was glad he’d gone quickly.

“Sierra, do you… Do you think he knew how much I loved him?”

Her question startled me. I couldn’t believe she was finally talking about him.

“Of course—” I began, but she cut me off.

“No!” Her outburst took me aback. “You don’t understand. We’d been fighting that day. We were supposed to be leaving for a romantic weekend getaway, but instead, we were arguing in the car. What if he left this Earth with me mad at him? And him mad at me?”

My heart shattered. God, time was so precious, and life was so cruel.

I hurried to her and wrapped her in my arms. “Oh, honey. He knew. No matter how bad you fought, Ty always knew how much you loved him. And he loved you so much. So, so much.”

She clung to me, hanging on for dear life. If she needed me to be her lifeline, I’d gladly do it.

“He did,” she said with a hiccup. “He gave me what I always wanted, you know. I wanted what you and Jeremy had, and with Ty, he gave me that.”

“I know, honey. I know. It’s all going to be okay.” The words sounded hollow even in my ears, but it was all I could say.

She shook her head. “No, Sierra, you’re wrong. I’ll never be okay again.”

Lexi thought that was the truth. And, as she laid her head on my shoulder and settled in, the shards of my shattered heart cut deep.

The whole time, I couldn’t get my mind off my own family and how thankful I was to still have a loving husband and a beautiful daughter. I wanted to run home, hold Ava for hours, and never let her go. I’d spend my night thanking God for my beautiful family and promising to cherish them for the rest of my life.

I probably should’ve felt shame for finding my own sense of peace in the wake of Lexi’s chaos, but I didn’t. It’d be a long process for me, but it finally hit me. I had Jeremy. I had Ava. Though the loss of our unborn baby was devastating, I had to hold on to them.

Lexi’s situation opened my eyes, took away all the haze, and allowed me to see clearly again. I couldn’t wallow in my grief and let life pass me by. The loss of Ty taught me that and so much more.

Love was constant. Love was also fleeting. In the blink of an eye, love could be taken away, ripped from a tight embrace, never to return. I needed to hold on to those I loved most. I needed to return to the land of the living, because I was now firmly aware that we had to live each moment as if it were our last. And my last moments weren’t going to be in a daze, holding my husband and my daughter at arm’s length.

Ever since we’d gotten home from the hospital, I’d clung to Jeremy. We’d witnessed the aftermath of a love lost, and at the end of the day, we held each other a little tighter. I might not have been over our loss, but Lexi’s had put mine into perspective. I still had my husband. I still had our beautiful baby girl. I knew part of me would always grieve, but I also knew I had to celebrate living with those who were still with me. It was going to be a long, difficult road, surely full of bumps we’d hit along the way, but I had the greatest support team. I just had to remember that.

I learned that, when life hands you lessons, you don’t turn your back on them. You heed the call; you learn. I was going to do that. Ty’s death was a wakeup call. I couldn’t help but wonder what if it had happened to me. To Jeremy. What if I’d lost him after I’d shut him out for far too long? I would’ve never forgiven myself, and I knew, no matter how much pain I was going through, I needed to reach out and take hold of my precious family, thankful they were still with me.

When I got home from Lexi’s, all was quiet. Light illuminated the living room, and I tiptoed in to see Jeremy and Ava curled up on the couch. Jaws—yes, Jaws—was on the television. Pain burned as a vivid memory of Ty and Ava curled upon that very couch flashed in my mind. I shook it out of my head and focused on the two in front of me. Jeremy was sound asleep; Ava was not. Her eyes lit up when she saw me and sleepily lifted her arms, giving me a grin that matched her father’s.

I smiled and sighed.

How could I ever not love my life?

She leapt into my arms, giggling as she snuggled into me. “Missed you, Mommy,” she whispered.

A silent tear slid down my cheek. Her words weren’t lost on me, even if she meant them simply. I’d missed me, too. I’d missed this.

So, when she insisted I read her a bedtime story, I took my time with Goodnight Moon and watched her for a while after she had fallen fast asleep. I would never take this for granted again.

Jeremy was still passed out on the couch when I finally left Ava’s room. I went to our own and prepared myself in the shower before slipping on my sexiest teddy. It had been far too long since I’d made love with my husband, and I was fixing that now.

Showered, shaved, plucked, and lotioned, I was primed and ready. My body ached as need hit me. Too many weeks had passed since the last time I’d given Jeremy any form of intimacy, and now my body wanted him in the worst way.

So, the moment I stepped out of the bathroom to wake him up, my nipples pebbled when I saw him standing in the bedroom, rubbing his eyes.

“Holy shit. Am I dreaming?” he asked sleepily before tossing me a grin and crossing to me. He turned me around to face the mirror beside the dresser, slipping his arms around my waist and placing his hands on my belly. “I’ve missed you, baby,” he whispered as he nuzzled against my neck.

We stood there in silence, facing the mirror. I was looking at our reflection; he was raptly staring at me.

I was the luckiest woman in the world, and I’d never forget it.

Turning around, I wove my arms around his neck and gazed up into his eyes. “You’re my sun, too, Jeremy. Without you, there’s no me. You’re the light in my life, and for too long, I’ve been in the dark. Bring me back into your orbit. Please,” I whispered. Then I bit my lip, hoping I hadn’t pushed him too far away.

When he grinned down at me, I knew I hadn’t.

When he swooped me up into his arms and carried me to the bed, my belly tightened with anticipation.

When he slowly sank into me and closed his eyes, savoring our connection, I knew I was home.

Back where I belonged. I would never leave again.

And, later on, when Jeremy held me tight, I realized how we had to grieve. Just like we did everything else—together.

Together, we’d begin to heal.

I only prayed that, one day, Lexi would be able to do the same.

We didn’t know what was in store for the future, but if Lexi’s time came again, I wouldn’t hesitate to give her a nudge.

When I woke up and Ava wasn’t on the couch with me, I’d frantically searched for her. I found her sound asleep in her bed, her current favorite bedtime story on the nightstand next to her. Sierra must’ve come in without waking me, and next, I found myself going in search of my wife. Half expecting to find her in the same state as Ava, I was prepared to climb into bed beside her.

Since the accident, she’d finally turned to me. In my arms, she seemingly found comfort, even if she didn’t say the words. Still, it’d been so long since she’d let me love her that, when I walked into our bedroom and she walked out of the bathroom at the same time in her favorite teal lingerie, my heart nearly stopped beating. It was as if I were seeing her for the first time. My heart couldn’t handle such exquisite beauty.

Beauty that was mine.