Tears slipped down her pale face as she held his hand limply in hers. His hand was cold now, as compared to the warmth it used to give her, the safety it wrapped around her. Now it gave her nothing but dread, and curiosity as to where to go next.

The baby in her lap squirmed, unaware of what was happening. She was the lucky one, she wouldn't remember this, and she wouldn't feel this pain every time she saw a music note, or anything for that matter.

Everything reminded her of him. Absolutely everything led to him, and to this moment.

This moment…it didn't even seem like it was something that would pass. It felt like it would linger on forever, and that she would never leave the edge of his hospital bed, holding his cold and lifeless hand, praying that somehow he would jump up and say this was all just some cruel joke.

"Jude." A voice startled her and she turned around to face the door.

"The baby's crying, you want me to take her?" Kwest asked her sadly.

Jude nodded in response and gave her little girl a kiss on the forehead before handing her over to her godfather.

"Hey." She felt a weight on her shoulder. "It's going to be okay." Kwest said, and removed his hand as he left the room, closing the door behind him.

Jude turned around to make sure no one was with her in the single bedded hospital room, and lay down next to her husband. She put her head on his chest, and cried harder when she noticed Tommy wouldn't put his arm around her like he always did when she cuddled up to him. She reached for his arm that was laying across his stomach and draped it over her shoulders, snuggling deeper into his chest.

"Tommy." She whispered through a breaking voice.

"It's not real." She sobbed. "Please, tell me it's not real. Come back, Tommy, and we can start over again, we can make up and be our happy selves again. Please, just come back." She said quietly, wiping her tears on his hospital gown.

The night earlier:

"Whatever, Tommy! I'm sick of it! I'm sick of you!" Jude yelled throwing her daughter's stuffed animal at him.

"Come on, Jude. You're so damn stubborn! Why can't you just accept the fact that I don't want to have another kid right now! I'm sorry, but I'm still only twenty-five, and I don't want to have to handle another burden along with work, and Kyra!" He yelled back at her. Why couldn't she have just left the subject of more kids alone?

"I'm supposed to be the one complaining about how young I am to have kids, but I'm the one that wants them, Tommy!" She said to him.

"Why is this such a big deal for you? Can't we wait another couple of years?" He asked her.

"No!" She screamed, walking up the stairs towards their bedroom. He followed her.

Throwing his hands exasperatedly up in the air, he sighed. "Why the hell not?" He asked her, coming into the room with her and closing the door so they wouldn't wake Kyra.

"I'm pregnant!" She yelled at him. He was shocked, and stumbled backwards.

"What? That's not possible." He said.

"Apparently it is, because I have another baby growing inside of me right now, Tom." She said sardonically.

"I can't deal with this." He said, grabbing his jacket and walking down stairs.

"Where are you going?" Jude asked him. He knew he couldn't go out very often due to his cancer.

"Out. I'll be back later." He said, and slammed the door behind him.

Present:

Jude let her tired eyes close while she lay with Tommy's lifeless body, the fact not even registering that it was slightly gross to be cuddling with someone who had already passed away.

"I love you." Jude whispered as she drifted to sleep in Tommy's arms, for the last time.