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Sometimes like could be so complicated. Beck knew that. Jade knew it too. They were married and had a beautiful little girl who was named Willow Ava West Oliver. Their child was nothing like them. She was so sensitive. That was so good in some ways and in other ways it was annoying.

Beck was lost in his thoughts. He had just had an argument with his 10 year old and it was ridiculous on his part. Normally he doesn't get like this but his emotions got to him. He looked at a picture of Jade and Willow. Jade was sitting next to Willow and Willow was holding her newborn brother. Connor died the day they brought him home from the hospital. Willow was holding him and she had a seizure dropping him.

Baby you

are the reason that I shine

You're the reason that I breathe

It's a blessing that you're mine

Can't you see

I still love you every day

In every single way

And of course is all gonna be okay

"Beck," Jade knocked on the door, "What was that all about?"

Beck sighed.

"Well you saw the way she was acting," he said defensively

"Yes," Jade said, "and you know why she was acting that way"

"Jade it's been almost a year now," Beck said, "She knows it wasn't her fault. It was an accident. It could have happened to anyone."

"NO IT COULDN'T HAVE," Willow yelled, "I killed my brother. I hate myself for that now"

"HEATHER," Beck said firmly, "You did not kill your brother. You dropped him when you had a seizure and he died. It is not at all your fault."

"How can you love me," Willow asked.

Beck just hugged her and started to sing.

Baby you

are the reason that I shine

You're the reason that I breathe

It's a blessing that you're mine

Can't you see

I still love you every day

In every single way

And of course is all gonna be okay