Chapter 52
Letty's POV
I awoke from a fog of deep sleep. Something was wrong. I didn't know what it was but something told me to get out of bed. I slipped out of bed and walked slowly to the bathroom. It wasn't right. The baby hadn't moved in a few hours. Or had he? Sleep began to overtake me as I flipped on the light in the bathroom. I looked in the mirror to see my white nightgown soaked in blood. I screamed.
I jolted awake at the nightmare I had just had for the third time this week. The baby was due this week and I was nervous. After having a baby die and prior miscarriages I was scared about the birth of this one. Every little thing that felt off scared me so much.
~three hours later~
I watched the sun slowly rise up into the sky. It was 4:30 in the morning. I sat up.
"Dom," I said tapping him on the shoulder
"ummm," he sighed not wanting to be awoken at this early hour.
"Dom,"
"Whaaat time is it Letty?" he growled out.
"Dom the baby hasn't kicked in three hours,"
"He probably wants to sleep."
"Doooom," I whined
He sat up next to me in bed.
"I think we need to go to the hospital," I said
"C'mon Letty. It's fine just go drink a glass of cold water first. The baby is probably just asleep." He managed to say before letting out a huge yawn.
"I had another nightmare," I said
"Ohhh Letty, this time it'll be different. The baby is due this week! We've made it," Dom said wrapping his arm around my waist.
"Are you forgetting about last time?"
"It'll be different this time I promise. Now go drink some water and wake up that little baby," Dom said massaging my stomach.
I crawled off the bed and walked to our spacious kitchen. I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.
"Ok baby time to wake up," I said drinking the cool water.
I waited a minute before drinking some more water. I waited nervously and finally I felt a little kick. I sighed and then walked back upstairs.
"You were right," I said walking back into the bedroom and getting into the bed next to Dom.
"Letty I promise everything is going to be ok!"
Two weeks later we were in the hospital with our healthy baby girl weighing 9 lbs 8 oz. Miriam Tara Toretto. She was as cute as a button with hazel eyes and thick black hair already covering her small head. Now we had two beautiful baby girls to take care. Everything should have been perfect. But somehow it wasn't. I should have been happy but all I could think about was the little boy we had lost. At night I would hold his little blanket and cry as I rocked Miriam to sleep. Dom told me that this was normal. Post partum depression he said. It would pass he said. Over the next five years the depression would come and go. An then finally it seemed to be gone for good. Ellie was almost seven years old ad Miriam was turning six. Finally I seemed happy again.
But then one day I saw his face. It was him there was no doubt about it. I was sitting in the park one day when I saw him among the people. His dark hair and eyes could not be mistaken. It was him. It was my little boy. The son that had died almost seven years ago. He was alive. He was here.
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