Hey. This story is not entirely my idea. I read it on fan fic but it isn't complete. So now I am writing it with my style n thoughts. Hope you will enjoy reading it.
Chapter 1
Christian's pov
This is bliss. My life, my wife, my children ...oh I thank god everyday for blessing me with my Ana. I love her so much and this little bundle of energy sitting in front of me staring at me with her steely grey eyes..my Phoebe. Ana is in an important meeting and am here with my little lady playing dolls with her. I don't know when I got so lucky to have them in my life. My family.
My phone buzzes bringing me out of my wayward thoughts. It's Ros. I know it has to be something really important if she's calling me knowing it pisses me off to deal with work when I am with my family. I stand up from the floor kissing Phoebe's head while she murmurs "dada dada" over again.
Ana's pov
I hear Christian talking on phone while entering the hall. He's staring out of the window. Oh my husband always sexy as hell. He's a sight for sore eyes. I search the hall looking for Phoebe but she's nowhere to be seen. A loud screech, tearing my heart apart, make my head jerk in the direction of the sound and it all happened so quickly. Out of the corner of my eye I see Christian running towards Phoebe, who's at the top of the stairs, unsteady on her feet, about to fall. Christian taking two stairs at a time. My baby girl balances herself and claps as she's very proud of herself. And then it happens. Christian slips on the stairs. He tries to hold on to the railing but failed. He fell, rolling down the stairs, hitting his head every time on the edge. And I stand there frozen. I can't will myself to move and Phoebe starts to cry uncontrollably.
But I can't hear anything. I can only hear Christian painful whisper.
'Ana'.
Three weeks later.
I am sitting here in hospital with Phoebe sleeping in my arms. Teddy is in school. It is really hard to convince him to go to school nowadays as he doesn't want to leave his daddy's side. Christian is in induced comma and am starting to worry that when he'll come around.
I dread to think about that day. If it hadn't been Taylor rushing us to the hospital, I don't know what would have happened. Doctors are saying that he'll wake up when he's ready. But he is taking so much of time. I and phoebe are spending every night here expect for the days when teddy throws a fit about missing his daddy and doesn't let me go out of his sight. Can I blame him, he's jus 12. But my little teddy is showing a great measure of patience with phoebe. She has become cranky and is crying all the time and demands to talk to her daddy. Oh Christian, please wake up baby. We all are missing you. Tears brims to my eyes. It's been 3 awful week without him.
Grace has offered to take Phoebe with her today. Teddy is staying at Bellevue too. Shes been counselling me and motivating me for not lossing hope.
Grace lightly taps on my shoulder and takes Phoebe from my arms, trying not to wake her. Kissing my head, and one glance at sleeping Christian and she's gone, leaving me alone with my husband. I sink down on my chair and let the flood gates open. I sob quietly, crying myself to sleep where I dream about my happy days.
I wake up disoriented. It took few seconds to realise where I am. I glance at my husband in comma. It tears my heart. I slowly move towards him and sat beside him on the hospital bed. Careful not to touch his head I plant to soft kiss on his lips and lay my head on his chest to listen to his steady breathing. Suddenly I jerk my head up because I swear I hear him.
"Fuck". Christian half shouted.
I stand abruptly leaning onto him, making sure if I heard him, that's when my I felt someone stabbing a sharp knife directly into my heart.
"Get off me". Christian pushed me away with what little energy he had. The force of his words is so strong that my legs gave up beneath me turning jelly- o and I felt a pair of strong hands supporting me.
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