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A sharp pain. That’s all she felt within the lower part of her stomach. Blood, she watched the blood as it rinsed off of her fingers. Letting the hot water beat down on her Lucy tried to catch her breath. This couldn’t be happening. She didn’t want to believe that it was. This was her baby. This was her and Weston’s baby. She needed to keep their baby safe. Lucy turned her head for a moment, she looked down and saw more blood. Weston. That’s all she wanted right now. She wanted and needed Weston, the love of her life. The father of this baby, their baby.

He wasn’t here though, he wasn’t home. He was undercover. Shit. She should’ve told him, she should’ve told him the minute the stick showed two pink lines. This was all her fault. A deep breath escaped her mouth, another sharp pain had hit her lower stomach. She clutched on and felt more blood on her hands and fingers. She cried out in pain. “Ow.” Was all she could cry, tears starting to stream down her face now. The hot water was still beating on her, this couldn’t be happening. Lucy has never felt this much pain. She was in pain and all she needed was Wes. The blonde slid down the cool tile of the wall in the shower. She clutched onto her growing stomach, and Lucy cried. Tears began to fall down her face. “Ow. Wes..” Was all she could say, but Wes wasn’t here. He wasn’t home. She needed to realize that. “Please… Wes…” Lucy kept calling his name, hoping he’d appear but he didn’t show. She needed to get out of she shower, but that wasn’t happening. Lucy took a deep breath, she held on tightly to her stomach not wanting to let go. The sharp pains hitting her once again, Lucy cried and let the tears stream down her face. This isn’t right. Wes should be here with her.

She waited it out. She let it happen. There was nothing she could do. When it was done, Lucy sat there. She just sat there in the shower, still letting the hot water beat down on her. The young woman couldn’t get up. She couldn’t move. She brought her knees to her chest and cried. Lucy knew what had happened. Lucy knew she miscarried, she saw them a lot while on the job. She was a Surgeon, but this was different. This was her baby. This was her and Weston’s baby. This was her perfect little thing. How come she couldn’t keep him or her safe? It was too early to tell, but Lucy knew and had a feeling that she and Weston were going to welcome a beautiful baby girl. She knew and had a feeling that they were going to welcome a baby girl into this World.

It was done. It was over. She tried to wash the pain away, and all the blood. She tried to take deep breaths. It wasn’t working. She felt like she couldn’t breathe. All Lucy needed and wanted right now was Wes, she tried calling out his name again. “Wes!” She knew he wasn’t home, but she needed him and wanted him. Lucy wanted him to hold her in his arms and tell her that everything was going to be okay, clearly it wasn’t okay. Lucy finally got out of the shower. Wrapping a towel around her, Lucy went into her bedroom and put on a pair of fresh pajamas.

Tears wouldn’t stop streaming down her face, she needed to pull herself together. Taking a couple of deep breaths, the blonde collected herself and swallowed hard. Walking back into the bathroom, Lucy gripped onto the marble counter, and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was still wet, and she looked like a mess. Another sharp pain hit her lower stomach “Ow..” She cried out again, grabbing onto her stomach now with one hand. Blood, there was more blood and Lucy turned on the sink. Scrubbing her hands with soap and water, Lucy’s lips quivered.

Approximately 4 years ago

The diagnoses had been heartbreaking to begin with but stopping care was completely devastating. Her and Andrew had made the decision to stop care for Morgan. It wasn’t an easy decision and Victoria felt sick over it. The doctors told her that they could keep fighting a disease that might never be cured. She only had a 5% survival rate at this point. They wanted to travel with her. Let her be a kid once more. No more machines, no more medicine, just be a kid. Morgan finished her last round of chemo and that was it. They removed her port and sent her home. 

They went home and that was it. Her and Andrew spent every minute letting Morgan do what she wanted. They knew she didn’t have long. The doctors estimate the cancer would spread quickly and that her little body would give out in just about two months time. Victoria took a leave from work to spend that time with her daughter.  

They took Morgan to Disney World, the beach, let her eat all the sweets she wanted. Whatever she wanted Victoria gave in. Morgan thrived the first two weeks after stopping chemo. She was an unstoppable force but now each day she was sicker and sicker. Telling her, “Mommy, i’m okay. Let’s go play.” As she was half asleep. Victoria knew they were getting closer to the end.  

A week before Morgan’s death Victoria lost it completely. Getting ready for bed she walked into the bedroom with tears in her eyes. “I can’t- I can’t lose her. That’s my baby. I won’t make it without her.” She looked at Andrew. Who walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her. Victoria didn’t know she could love someone this much until Morgan came into her life and now that she wasn’t going to be here anymore. She didn’t know if she could make it. 

Sobbing into Andrew’s shirt. She gripped onto the back of it and crumpled into him. A pit in her stomach. Victoria could not stop crying and eventually Andrew scooped her up and carried her to bed. That night she fell asleep crying but Andrew was there for her the entire time. The next morning she awoke to Morgan calling for her. 

Victoria ran out of bed and into Morgan’s room. “Mommy, I had an accident.” Victoria looked at the wet bed. “It’s okay, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up okay.” She smiled at her daughter. The accidents were becoming more frequent and Victoria knew it was coming soon. She could tell Morgan’s body was shutting down. Everything was shutting down.

They slowly approached the day. The day Victoria had dreaded from the minute they stopped care. The doctor prescribed them some medicine for the pain but at this point it wasn’t working. It didn’t matter anymore. A nurse came to the house and put in an IV to help with the pain. Morphine. 

Victoria was sitting in bed with Morgan laying with her and rested her hand on her little bald head. “I love you, baby. Don’t you ever forget that. Okay?” She said as a few tears streamed down her face. Wiping them away before they landed on Morgan. “I love you, mommy.” She said back to her. A few moments later Morgan passed peaceful. 

And at that point Victoria completely lost it. “No, no, no.” She cried out. “No, Morgan. Come back.” She looked at her daughter as the tears streamed down her face dripping onto Morgan’s still body. Victoria panicked and picked up Morgan holding onto her. Sobbing loudly. She held onto her daughters lifeless body and cried loudly. Eventually Andrew came over and looked at her. “Babe, you need to let her go. They have to take her now. Okay?” Victoria shook her head and squeezed onto Morgan. “No, they can’t take my baby. No.” She cried and squeezed onto Morgan. Andrew waved away the people just for a few minutes. “Victoria, babe. Please. This is hard as it is. Please.” He begged her. 

Victoria couldn’t let go. “Babe, it’s not her anymore. She’s not there anymore.” He told her. Loosening her grip she looked at Morgan’s little face and kissed her forehead and let her finger run over her cheek. “I miss you.” She whispered. Andrew grabbed Morgan’s lifeless body and carried it out of the room.