This wasn't fucking fair. It wasn't supposed to be like this.
He wasn't supposed to choose. They were all supposed to go home together. What kind of creator would force him to make such a choice?
"Daddy?"
Tony looked down at his son.
"Yeah Ale'?"
"What's wrong with mommy?" Ale' wrapped one of his hands around his father's leg.
Tony just closed his eyes. He had to be strong for him. He had to be strong for her.
"She's just…you're sister is having a hard time coming out of her tummy."
He opened his eyes and looked down, staring into a face that looked exactly like his own.
"Mr. Almeida?"
Tony's head snapped up at the doctor's voice.
"I need to speak with you…privately."
He nodded his head weakly and looked down at his son again. He ran his hand through his hair. "Stay here for me kid, k'?"
"Ok."
Tony turned to follow the doctor.
Please God don't make me do this.