Beca's Pov
As I sit beside my wife's hospital bed watching cradling our three month old daughter Bella, I can't help but feel tears brim in my eyes at the thought of why Chloe is on life support.
9 Months Previous
I return home from another long night shift at the station, I let myself in knowing Chloe might be asleep. I always feel bad leaving Chloe to spend these nights lonely on her own, but even more recently.
For the past 6 months we have been trying for a baby, but nothing seems to be happening. The doctor has reassured Chloe that nothing is wrong with her and that things seem to just be taking longer than expected. But yet she still chooses to blame herself, but this week she's been particularly distant and not herself.
I quietly drop my bag at the door and take my shoes off, and then tip toe to the bedroom to find Chloe wide awake just staring at the ceiling , red eyed from crying.
Something is definitely not right.
I climb on the bed pulling her close into my side, as she puts her head into my neck for protection. "Chloe what's wrong beautiful?" I say as I stroke her hair, "you haven't been yourself at all this week."
"I'm fine" she muffles into my neck, I don't believe a single word.
"Chloe I come home to see that you've been crying, and you expect me to believe you're fine?!" I almost growl and the despair is evident in my voice. Chloe begins to cry, "look Chloe I can't help you, if you don't tell me what's wrong" I whisper into her ear trying to calm her down.
"Beca there is something wrong but you won't be able to help me, no one can." Chloe splutters out.