Because I love him in this situation and I love them together. I own nothing. Please please review. And enjoy! Someone asked what happened to Barney. Here you go.

"Ted," Marshall said resting a hand on my shoulder, "You need to eat something."

"I can't," I said shaking my head, "I just…I don't want to do this anymore, Marshall. I can't be here without him."

It had been a week since the funeral and I hadn't moved from our bed except to go to the bathroom. Honestly, I had no desire to move. I was alone now. I couldn't believe I was alone now.

Barney Stinson was gone. My soul mate was gone. How many years had I wasted looking for the right person to love when he was right in front of me? He was all I needed and it took me years to figure that out.

We had only been married for ten years, but we dated for six years before that. I loved him with everything that I was. I had planned on spending my whole life with him, but that couldn't happen now.

Two weeks ago Barney had been driving home from work like he normally did. Only it was about four hours late. A big deal with some oversea investors had him doing this.

Every night though he'd talk to Theo about different high school experiences and tonight was no different. He had just finished some story and I took him off of speaker phone. Before I could say anything I hear the sound of brakes screeching and a scream.

I stood there frozen trying to figure out what was going on. In the pit of my stomach I knew that I knew those sounds. And I knew what they meant. Barney was in a car crash.

"Bar-Barney?" I stuttered out.

"Te-Ted," Barney said his voice rough but soft, "I l-love you."

"Please, Baby, please hold on. I'm on my way. Just hold on."

"The-Theo."

Looking back at the door I knew exactly what Barney was saying. People were already surrounding him by now. Having me drag his son out to watch that scene, hell having me see that, was just too much.

"I-I lo-love y-you," Barney said one more time, "Bo-both of y-you."

"We love you too," I said tears running down my face, "Please, Barney, please don't die. Please."

I never did get a response back. I had grabbed the home phone and called Marshall and Lily who came to watch Theo while Robin drove me to the hospital. It was like there was a cloud over everything.

Even as the doctor told me Barney was in surgery I knew that he wasn't coming back to me. Three hours later when they told me they did everything they could I didn't even cry.

The love of my life was gone. The Father of my child was gone. How was I supposed to tell Theo that? How was I supposed to be good enough? Everyone knew that Barney was the one that was great with Theo. I just stood there.

"Daddy?" a soft voice said cutting through my thoughts.

Looking at the doorway I saw my sixteen year old son. Theo was the spitting image of Barney for that most part, right down to that stupid little suit, which always made me smile.

Right now though the suit was on haphazardly. Something neither of them did unless they truly felt bad. Then there were the tears streaming from his crystal blue eyes. Crying was something that both of them hated to do.

"Come here," I said folding down the sheets.

Theo was instantly cuddling into me letting my shirt dry his tears. Carding a hand through his hair I softly started to sing a song Barney had made up when he was a baby. It was the only song that every got our son to calm down.

"Please," Theo muttered against my neck, "Please, don't let me lose both parents."

Feeling the tears form in my eyes I tightened my hold on him. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. I hadn't realized just how much me not doing anything was affecting our son.

"You won't," I said back while looking at the ceiling, "You're not going to lose me, Theo. I'll promise I'm going to be here. Have to see my grandchildren grow up and tell them all about the craziness that your Papa brought into our lives."

"He was a big crazy," Theo said laughing slightly, "Remember when…"

For the rest of the night Theo and I reminisced about Barney, from thinking Bob Barker was his father to the Ducky tie, until we fell asleep. The next morning I woke up like normal and made us the pancakes that usually had Barney singing in happiness.