Hello :P It is the 28th and I am back for my second chapter for AAML-TAML. Once again, it was fun getting back into the frame of mind of life in the hospital after Ash leaves due to his darkness and Misty is left slipping in and out of consciousness. We came up with that saga a year ago so I enjoyed going back over my notes and adding in old ideas. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own all of the offspring mentioned and Jordan and Lynne with Shannon :P

Dear Mommy,

I'm here. I hear nurses and doctors saying so and visitors saying these words so I'll use them too. Three days ago, I was born. It was so strange. I knew something was up a while before it actually happened. My body moved down and for some reason I felt closer to you than ever. I felt like something was going to happen very soon. And I was right.

I remember everything feeling tight. Everything felt so strange and for once, unlike when I was safe in your belly, it didn't feel one hundred percent good. But it began to feel better when I got nearer to the light. My eyes were tightly shut but I knew there was light at the end of the tunnel. Literally.

Then all of a sudden, I was born. I was thrust into reality. Everything really was bright then. I was crying and gasping for air. My eyes were still shut but everything still seemed to shine in my closed eyes. I was full of panic for what felt like just a split second. Then soon enough I had everything I wanted. Everything I dreamed.

I was naked and covered in slime and my cord was still attached to you. But the midwife handed me to daddy. Then daddy handed me to you. And you both held me so tight. I was complete. I forgot my visions. I forgot my dread. I forgot everything except the two of you and your heart-warming touch.

The next few moments were a blur. I must have been weighed because I vaguely remember hearing numbers. I must have been put in a nappy because my bottom felt secure. I must have been dressed because my body felt warmer, but in a different way than when I was naked and in both your arms.

Those things were a blur but I know I was passed to daddy. Just daddy. But that time was different too. It wasn't warm and secure and like the planets aligning like when you both held me. My stomach twisted. I swallowed. That was how I felt deep inside. But so deep inside that my body barely reacted or acknowledged it at the time.

I opened my eyes. They're blue, I hear. Like my Nanny Lynne's. I opened my eyes and looked at my father. A man who had been through so much yet had such positivity. That side of him seemed to shatter as a wave of fear took over him. He mumbled an apology and handed me over to a special lavender haired man before he bolted.

James lost his breath. You lost consciousness. I lost my father. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to do. So I screamed. I screamed and screamed even though when I was inside you, I promised myself and her that I'd be brave. That I'd help out and I'd be wise. But in that moment, I couldn't do anything but roar with all my breath.

The lavender haired man seemed to nod his head in agreement, with tears in his green orbs. He clung to his best friend's hand. He clung onto my mommy. I could tell her loved you. He was begging for you to come back to him. You didn't. You stayed sleeping. You stayed unconscious. You stayed a victim to the darkness that had possessed my father.

It took James all the strength in the world but he forced himself away from you. He tried to ignore the thoughts that he might make it worse if he moved away from you. But he failed. So he kept one hand on you as he held me tightly with the other.

I couldn't help but whimper. I knew I was meant to be his sunshine but I wailed. He was so sweet, I could tell. He was so thoughtful, I knew it. He was so broken, I could feel his pain.

But that time, he didn't cry any tears with me. He had gone numb to the pain. But he hadn't gone numb to love for me. As doctors and nurses bustled in to check you, my mother, he slid down the door and held me so tenderly despite his anger with the world and my father. It was in that moment that I was somehow content. I was safe. And I was content knowing that he was to be my sort of mother while my real one couldn't be. He would never replace you or ever be able to be a real mother. But he was real. And he was there. And he loved me. And I loved him.

That is why I am able to take him over right now, a few days on from that terrible birth day, dear mommy. He is sat close by your side and writing into the book that he calls 'The Diary of Baby Rey'. He is scribbling this between the layers of cardboard. And you won't find it for many years but I know it's there. I'll try and remember it for when I'm old enough to show it to you.

I wish you could see him, mommy. I know that sometimes through no fault of anyone that you doubt whether they can truly love you as deeply as you love them. But they do. Even though he left, daddy does. And James most definitely does. He is sat with his body so very close to yours and writing away. I've taken over him but I will do him no harm, I promise you that.

He has spent most of his waking hours writing on the paper pages of the diary, mommy. He wrote every detail of the day I was born and the day after that and the hours that have happened in this one. He drew how I looked sleeping. He jotted down my feeding times. He noted how many times he'd changed me and what he changed me into. He wrote down every detail. That is his life line. That is his hope. He clings to the hope that you would wake up to read it. I wished more than anything that would happen too but I know it'll be weeks yet. Possibly even months. I am sort of glad I can't tell him that. In that way, I am almost glad I can't speak.

The fact that you're unconscious is hell to us all, mommy. But somehow, there have been some moments of close togetherness and smiles. Like how I managed to give James a little quirk of my lip at only two days old. How my siblings have been way more than siblings to me and almost like mini parents helping out with me. How Nanny Delia has made many of your favourite recipes to try and entice you with the smell. How Nanny Lynne and Grandad Jordan from way up there are watching over us all and sending good energies to me to make me brave when I am afraid. I needed that. I need that.

But most of all, I need James. Mommy and Daddy, you are my everything. You gave me life. Ben, Katie, James and Jessika are my world. They're as much me as I am. But Uncle James is my everything too. Uncle James is a part of me also. Though he cannot give me milk and he cannot hold me close to his breast, he can hold me to his chest.

He gives me great comfort and I try to give him comfort anyway when he cries when he thinks I'm asleep. I'm always aware. I'm aware of everything. Every tear. Every jaw clench. Every heart ache. Every painful memory. But thankfully I am aware that his angel is coming for him and he will be entwined into something magical very soon.

Such darkness has befallen our group. I knew it would. I knew it from the start. And now that it's here, it feels not real yet very real all in one. I prepared myself for the situation but somehow the emotions are different than I thought. If I knew it was to be this painful, I would have tried to stay in the womb forever. But at the same time, if I knew that some moments would be so warming, I would have made myself come out sooner and wrecked everything that was meant to be. Or maybe I wouldn't have believed there would be smiles along the way.

Even though there is great darkness, there is great togetherness. And one of my favourite moments so far in my short time as a newborn baby has to be the look on James' face when my Uncle Gary held me so sweetly. My Uncle James knows that his son in law has a soft side but he knows even more so that he hides it often. So it was a treat to him and it was a treat to me when Gary let that side show and he spoke encouraging words to Misty and let me hold onto his pinkie so tight.

So like I've said many times, mommy. The darkness that has befallen our group is truly pitch black. But there's light in it too. Just like how the midnight sky has stars. Our group has them too.

James. Gary. Delia. The hospital staff. Everybody.

Just like how the sun and the moon sometimes eclipse and form something beautiful, two special people are going to get closer than ever and cause something life changing in the group.

And just like the sun in the sky still shines in the winter, that's exactly what I shall keep doing. I have to keep shining on everyone. I have to keep being that beam of light.

James named me 'Little Rey of Sunshine' when I showed off my first smile. And it is the love of the people around me and the faith I have in both you and dad, mommy, that will give me enough hope to be able to be that sunshine for you all. Nobody will ever go cold again. For I shall be your warmth.

Lots of love,

Your Rey of Sunshine.

There you go! Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed :3 I think this will be the last chapter involving the darkness saga for a while because I obviously want to explore her wisdom and powers as an older baby and toddler and child too. But she was born into this life so of course a good chunk of the chapters might be in the darkness of the hospital :3 Thanks again for reading and I hope you all enjoyed but especially you, boo. I will be back on Wednesday with Pikachu Tales so see you then!

AmyBieberKetchum signing out :3