Prologue: Life And Death


Today was suppose to be the best day of Sam Swarek's life.

He was gonna become a dad. He had been so happy and excited for 9 months, coping through all of Andy's emotions. Rubbing her back and feet at the right times, going on midnight drives to satisfy whatever craving she was having.

But today, that all changed. She was gone and he had no idea how. He remembers telling her to breathe and push, that they would see their daughter soon.
Then there was beeping and everyone was rushing around and there was blood, god was there so much blood.

He couldn't remember how much blood a person actually had in their body. They had been told in the academy but that was years ago, too long for him to remember.

So here he was. Sitting in the waiting room, staring at the white floor. No one had bothered to talk to him. He didn't think they could bare it, or maybe they thought he couldn't bare it.
The pity they held in their eyes.
They were right, he wouldn't bare it.

Everyone was expecting him to cry. He couldn't cry, not now, not at her funeral, not ever. What would he even gain from that
She wouldn't come back to him if he cried. She'd still be gone, never to be back.

"Mr. Swarek, would you like to see your daughter?". The voice gave him a fright. He looked up at the nurse in the light pink scrubs.
His daughter? He wasn't use to that yet. The term daughter.

Sam nodded, standing up and following the nurse to the maternity ward. He heard feet behind him but didn't check to see who it was.
Probably Oliver, or Sarah. She had driven up when she had heard Andy had gone into labour.
They had gotten close over the years and he was happy about that.

The nurse pointed to the room where they kept all the new borns. She was talking to him but he chose to blank her out.
He didn't want to speak right now. The nurse shook her head before walking off, leaving him and whoever had followed them alone.

He walked into the room and starting looking around for her. He read the names.
Jones, Davis, Foster.
They all had loving parents, and she has, what? A moping single dad who didn't know one thing about raising a kid.

I mean sure, he knew the basics. How to change a nappy, make a bottle but she wouldn't need those things her whole life.
She needed a support system, and a family that loved her.
Well she didn't have a family but he sure did love her, and that was enough, right?

He sucked a breath when he saw her. She looked like Andy.
Of course she looked like Andy, they were related, but it was like she was going to grow up looking like her mother.

He didn't realise what he was doing until she was in his arms. He gently rocked her back and forth, watching her every move. She'd move her arms slightly, or yawn.

"Had you guys thought of a name?". Sarah looked over his shoulder at her new niece. She was smiling, but it didn't reach her eyes.
He had to remind himself that she had lost someone too.

He shook his head, looking back down at his now awake daughter.
"Bambi" he whispered, smiling slightly to himself. Those damn eyes get him every time.

"That's uhh... creative" Sarah bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. She loved her brother but if he named his daughter that, she would hit him. Hard.

He shook his head, finally looking away from her.
"She had this one name, she had really liked. Lennon. I didn't even think it was a good name, but somehow, it just suits her" He lowered himself slowly into a chair.

Sarah nodded. "I like it. Lennon Swarek." Sarah smiled, sitting next to him.

"Lennon Andrea Swarek".


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