With a deep breath in, my eyes opened. I was lying in my hospital room. The room felt different, it was bright, happy, and peaceful. I was no longer hooked up to a million machines, it was just me. The belly I had been looking over the past nine months had vanished, and my flat stomach was back (well not back completely flat)
I heard a stirring the bassinet arms length next to me. I reached over and pulled out my little baby girl. I was finally seeing her face. She was beautiful. She looked just like Tommy. Everything about her was Tommy, her nose, her chin, her mouth. Her eyes, however, were mine, crystal blue and gorgeous.
"She's beautiful," a male voice spoke. I look up to see none other than Tommy. My jaw nearly hit the floor. He wrapped his arms around me, and gazed at our little miracle.
"I've missed you," I said. "Is this a dream?" maybe it was. Tommy wasn't actually here, he couldn't be.
"No, but it's like a dream, a beautiful magical dream," he said.
"What?" I'm confused, what is he saying?
"Sue you…. died in childbirth. The girl died along with you," he had trouble telling me.
What? I was dead. No, this was a dream. It had to be. I was young and healthy. Young and healthy people don't die in childbirth. I looked down at my baby in my arms, and it all clicked. I was dead.
What else was there to do but cry. "Shhhhh, Sue, it's okay, it's all okay," Tommy held me tight and kissed the side of my forehead. All I've wanted since prom night was that right there. I wanted tommy's arms around me. I wanted him to tell me it was okay.
"I love you," I said. Even dead this felt so right. He felt so right. He kissed my lips. "What's her name?" he asked.
"I never picked one. None of them felt right," I couldn't name the baby until I saw her. Her name had to suit her. But I believe there is no name that could satisfy how beautiful she was.
Months of crying seemed to have worked out. Everything happened for a reason. And now me and the baby are here with Tommy. It saddened me that our baby would never grow up. She however, would be loved; she would be loved so much.
"What about your name?" Tommy suggested. I hated my name frankly. I don't know what my mother was thinking naming me Susan. "It's a name that's beautiful enough for the most beautiful girl I know, so why not for the second most beautiful?" that was the sweetest most adorable thing I've heard in a long time. I've missed the little flutter in my heart I got when I was around Tommy. He made me feel truly happy, and I'm glad I get to have that feeling again.
"Susan Carietta Ross," I looked at her sweet sleeping face. "We'll call her Carrie"