...Ugh Writers block is...ugh

-NWJ

"She has Gastroschisis." His head dropped and he let out a loud sigh. He looked up at her and all he saw was the blank look on her face. She didn't respond, her face telling the story. "Are you okay?"

She lifted her head slowly and looked in his eyes. For a second she stared at him, which cared him considering she usually was a woman of many words. Breaking the silence she scoffed a bit. "That's it?"

He jumped up from the bed and looked at her bewildered."What do you mean is that it. Our daughter was born with her organs on the outside of her body!"

"So was Nico." She replied simply.

"So your not worried?" Connor looked at her, his hands on his hips like Marc, awaiting an answer.

"Connor...you don't know what I thought happened. I-I thought she was dead. So excuse me if I'm not as empathetic as-"

"No no that's not it." He pulled her to her feet, from the bed and wrapped his arms around her waist. "I just wanna make sure your...Psyce isn't...damaged."

She laughed lightly. "Trust me Connor if my..Psyce hasn't been damaged already by all the crap I've been through-." Her voice trailed off as she looked deeper and deeper into him. Nearly reading his thoughts. She stared at him seriously. "I'm not weak Connor. I had a moment OF weakness, nothing more than an emotional lapse a...floodgate of things that should not be public a-"

"Stop it."He gently grasped her forearms nd looked her in the eyes. Her eyes darted from his hands to his eyes, back and forth to make sure he wasn't the one with the damaged Psyce.

"Don't be Wilhelmina Slater with me. Don't put on this hard armoured shell that speaks of emotional lapses and public affairs. You didn't have a moment you mourned your loss. You were...human. Be my wife..be my Willie." He looked at her with a single tear easing down his cheek. A tear of a man, rolling down his face like an iron fist, not willing to retreat yet willing to fight.

Before she could say anything, his arms enveloped her in a tight hug, almost like being caught in the Jaws of Life. He didn't want to let her go, slip away into her seclusion, her secret place with the door locked and marked Stay Out.

He loosened the hug and kissed her softly. Looking back her she looked a bit confused, Her face contorted and her eyebrows furrowed.

He leaned back and looked at her closely."What's wrong."

"I thought you said she was alive."

"She is."

"Then who am I mourning?"

"Your father passed..don't you remember?"

She shook her head almost childlike. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes and sighed heavily while letting out a shaky breath. She breathed deeply. Later Wilhelmina...Not now...Later.

"Why don't I remember this." She looked up at him changing the subject quickly.

"Well the birth alone took alot out of you and you need a transfusion, so for a small time you had barely any blood circulating to your brain, resulting in memory loss. Then for about three days you were...not there. Almost like a shell, you didn't respond to anything and you just kept looking at the right side of the bed were your father had been."

"I thought you said he died."

"He did but he came to see you before hand."

She stares at him slowly. She flinched at the spark of pain that crept in head." "I don't know if I ever told you, but I am so proud of you."She stumbled backwards, sitting on the bed. "I'm sorry I couldn't show you the love that you needed." She rubbed her head as the new memories filled her mind.

"Willie?" Connor sat beside her and looked at her worriedly.

"I thought it was a dream I thoug- he - I'm confused."

"Your father came to see you and 2 hours later he..passed away."

That Son of a Bitch "He knew he was gonna die." She looked at Connor..asking him yet knowing he didn't have the answer. "But I thought it was a dream?"

He shrugged. "I wish I could tell you but I don't really know but he did come see you."

They stared at each other confused until a soft cry entered their ears. Connor got up slowly and lifted a small newborn out the bassinet that was 3 feet away. He brought her to Wilhelmina an tilted the little so she could see. The baby girl's eyes struck Wilhelmina like a knife and twisted inside her stomach.

"She has my father's eyes." She choked out softly.

"Willie-"

She waved her hand in front of her face and wiped the impending tears. "I'm fine... I'm fine" She smiled widely and outstretched her arms.

Connor placed the little girl in Wilhelmina's arms, her black hair gleaming in the light"This is-"

"Kai Ivory." She smiled even bigger. "You thought I would forget you named her without asking me."

The little girl snuggled against Wilhelmina's chest and yawned softly her small face stretching wide.

"She has a big mouth." Wilhelmina chuckled softly as the baby drifted of to sleep once again.

"Just like her mo-" Wilhelmina looked up and snarled. "GRANDmother."

She ignored him looking down and cooing softly at the newborn.

"Why don't you get dressed and I'll take a show so we can visit our other baby." He smiled wide, waiting for her to get it.

"I thought- She's out of surgery already?" Wilhelmina beamed.

"Simple procedure...Not a hitch...She's just hanging out in the NICU...waiting to see her mama."

Wilhelmina smiled and leaned in to kiss him tenderly. "I love you."

"Dosen't even describe how I feel about you." He kissed her back and jumped up from the bed. He offered her a hand and spoke again.

"C'mon Love."