Idea based off the song Pray by Justin Bieber. This was supposed to be a KendallxJo story but since I have one coming up in the future I decided to make it a CarlosxStephaine since I don't have one of those so please enjoy.
PRAY
C.P.O.V
beep...beep...beep
I raised my right hand and brought it down on the noise alarm clock on my bedside table. The beeping stopped and I sat up in my bed. I yawned and scratched the back of my head. I looked over the window in front of me and say that it was still dark outside. I looked down and read that it was four o'clock in the morning.
"Good morning, Carlos." I heard my wife of two years say. She was in beside me still half asleep.
"Morning, Stephanie." I said smiling down at her. I leaned over on top of her and gave her a kiss on the lips. I sat back up and placed my hand over her enlarge belly and smiled as I stroked it. Stephanie is now six months pregnant with our first child. I kissed her lips once again and sat up. I got out of bed and straighten out my shirt.
"I wish you didn't have to go so early." Stephanie spoke sitting up and leaning against the bed rest.
"Me too." I said heading towards the bathroom.
I quickly took at ten minute shower. Got out, I cleaned and shaved my face. Slipped on my green camouflage pants and old faded green shirt and put on my dog tag.
I walked back out into Stephanie's and mine bedroom to find her texting on her cell. "Whatca doin'?" I asked her. She mustn't have noticed I came out because she jumped at the sound of my voice.
"Gosh Carlos, you scared me." She said putting her hand over her heart. I couldn't help but laugh at her. She was always the type to get scared easily but she never took it to serious. "I thought you were taking a shower?" She questioned licking her lips.
"I did that already." I smirked walking over to my closet to look for my coat that matched my pants, camouflage. "It only took me about ten minutes." I said.
"Ten minutes?" OH please it takes me at least five to get the temperature just right." She said stating the facts.
We both laughed at the statement she said. I finally found my coat. I started to put it on but I saw out of the corner of my eyes Stephanie picks up the pillow that was lying on her lap and playfully threw it at me. I wish I could stay here and be with her and our future son instead of going overseas but I have to fight for my country. I had to do it for Stephanie.
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I was all dressed and packed ready to go. Stephanie had made me breakfast and also a cup of coffee to go along with it. I and she were standing at the front door. I read her eyes, I could tell she was as just upset about his as I was but that's what people who have families that serve have to go through. They have to say goodbye a lot more than needed.
My bags were sitting on the floor beside my feet. I raised my hand brought it up to her cheek. I slowly pushed back a strand of her beautiful, smooth, black hair behind her ear and brought her to me for one last kiss until I see her again. Once we parted she hugged me goodbye. I stroked her belly again and then bent down to pick up my bag from off the floor.
"Good bye, sweetie I'll miss you." She whispered.
"I'll miss you too but just because I can't see you doesn't mean I'll stop thinking about you." I spoke. "I love you." I said. Without another word spoken I turned around and proceed to walk out the door and to the car that was waiting for me out front.
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S.P.O.V
It has been two months since I've seen Carlos. The days were always long and the nights were lonely. I miss seeing his face and hearing his sweet laugh. I miss the warm feeling of our bodies pressed together when we hugged, the feeling of his hands around my waist. So basically I missed ever little part about him.
I am now fully nine months pregnant and the baby could come at any moment now. I was scared of what's to happen, I wish Carlos could be here for the birth of our son. I knew it killed him knowing he wasn't able to.
I was sitting on the living room red couch reading a book that I started to read. I took a sip of my tea and placed it back on the coffee table in front of me. As I turned the page I heard a knock at the door and then the front door bell rang. I sighed then set my book down beside my tea, and then I got up to answer the door.
I opened the first door and saw a man. Next I opened the screen door.
"Yes?" I said in a low voice coming face to face with the man. He didn't say anything back, he just handed me an envelope that was pretty heavy to just have a piece of paper in it. "Thanks." I said starting to open it.
Before I got it open I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. It felt like I was being kicked there multiples of times. I let out a small scream and started to feel dizzy. I pressed my hand to my forehead and I couldn't see straight and started to fall forward. Before I reached the door I could feel a pair of arms trying to hold me up. I turned around and saw the mailman.
"Please...call...the hospital..." I said through heavy breaths. "Numbers on the table." I said clinching my teeth together.
Next thing I knew I was rushing into the emergency room in a wheelchair pushed by a nurse. I still had the letter in my hand. The nurses got me up on to the bed. I was in the worst pain I have ever felt in my life time. I grabbed hold of the handles of the bed and squeezed them as hard as I could.
", you are at 10. It's time to push." My doctor said getting on his gloves and mask.
"1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10 okay big push." The doctor said encouraging me. Since there was nobody here with me that was family I was holding the nurses hand. I had a feeling I was squeezing it to hard and hurting her but I didn't care at the moment.
"It's out!" I heard the doctor said happily. She held it up so that I could see it. I begin to cry tears of joy once I heard my baby start to cry and wiggle around in the doctors arms as they cleaned him up.
"7lbs 8ozs." The doctor said.
"7lbs, 8ozs!" I cried. I sat up and tried to wipe my tears away.
"Mrs. Garcia-"
"You can call me Stephanie." I smiled.
"Okay, Stephanie, we are going to take your baby another room for a moment and when we come back I'm going to need a name for you new baby son." She informed me. I nodded and she left the room with him. I started to think of some names. Carlos and I never picked any out. I started to look around the room still thinking and came across the letter on my bed side. I picked it up, opened it and began to read it.
"No, no, no...It's not true." I said starting to cry real sad tears as I continued to read the letter. "Carlos Roberto Garcia was shot while fighting and we send you back his dog tag for now and we will give you more information on him was we speak." I tried to read to myself but had trouble cause of the crying.
I put the letter down in my lap and reached inside the envelope and pulled out his dog tag. "Why?" I asked myself crying out a waterfall.
I looked up and saw the doors start to open. I picked up the letter and set it back down on the bedside tray.
My doctor and son came into the room. The doctor walked over and handed me my baby. I felt a shiver go down my spine once I had him in my arms. "Did you think of a name?" The doctor asked me.
I bit my lip. "I'd like to name him Carlos." I said looking down at him. His little hands where wrapped around my finger. "Carlos Jr." I repeated. The doctor nodded with a smile and left the room leaving us too together.
It was so quiet and not a peep was made. I lifted the dog tag from my lap and put it around Carlos Jr. I looked down at him. He was sound asleep but his hands were playing with the dog tag that he wore proudly that read his father's name; Carlos Roberto Garcia.
I lowered my head down, closed my eyes and prayed.
The End
Okay so its 12:40 AM and I'm super tired so I tried to finish this up quickly as possible. And it's the 29th so that means it's my sister's birthday =DD Happy 17th Birthday, Lindsay.
I wrote this cause I wanted to take a break from "Life As We Know It"
I'm tired so I'm gonna go to bed now...good night =)
Please tell me what you think of this one-shot
-BTRjunkie