A woman sat half curled, half shaking in a hospital bed, mumbling softly,
'I don't think I can through this again,' she paused as new sobs erupted from her frail body, 'It hurts. It hurts to so bad.' she stopped talking, quietly whispering, 'I just want him back.'
Her wife tried everything she could think of but nothing could bring that small little boy back to life.
No matter how hard either of them tried, it just wasn't possible. The doctors had tried everything but they couldn't save both of them. And what hurt more is that they knew that risk when they learned that their little boy most likely wouldn't survive the long nine months or even the hours that followed it.
But nothing prepared them for the pain the felt knowing he never grow up, never being able to experience his first step, his first word, any of the firsts that came with children. Maybe in time they would try again but Karen couldn't stand to see Lorelai in such pain.
They had thought long and hard about who would carry the baby. And it all came down to her, to Lorelai. Mainly because she was the healthier out of the two of them. Secretly Karen was crushed, heartbroken when she learned she could never have children but tried desperately to mask her pain but it didn't work. Lorelai figured it out, like she always did and they spent many hours holding each other crying until it hurt. In the end they both decided that Lorelai would be the one to get pregnant, which wasn't without its problem.
Which led them to here, the now, the sorrow that seeped into the room and that probably never would leave.
That little boy whose name was Jacob William Richard Gilmore Walker.
Karen thought it sounded strong as opposed to Lorelai who thought it was too long. But it didn't matter the little boy with the long name rested peacefully while his mothers fell apart.
And he would never know any of it.
And maybe just maybe they'd find a way to survive.
Its short and sweet and oh so sad. But its all that came to me when the idea came to me. I do hope you realize that this story in no way has any kind of order to it. Its all about the little insights into their lives. About two people nobody would ever think about writing. And watching their lives inter-wine and grow and become the characters that are woven into my brain. I will have more over time, bare with me. I have a lot going on so writing is pretty random. But you never know what will come out of it. Also Thanks for the great reviews. I love when people actually sit down and really read a story. No matter what its about. Thanks Again
-K