Already updated once tonight, but then I couldn't get this idea out of my mind.

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The Secret Life Of Casualty.

Chapter 155.

Sat at the kitchen table, was Jessica and in front of her was a notepad and a pen. She was never one for writing letters, but she had just come back from visiting Harry at the cemetery.

She picked up a pen and turned to a fresh page in the notepad.

To Harry,

There's not a day I don't think about you, my precious baby boy.

You would have been 6 now, I imagine you to be kicking a football around in the garden with Lucas.

The day, I found out I was pregnant, I was shocked as you weren't planned. But as you grew inside of me, I knew I would love you.

There was a minute where you had stopped moving in my stomach, after I had fallen down the stairs. I was worried about you.

The minute "H" placed you in my arms, I was overwhelmed with love for the tiny baby in my arms which was you, I promised to love and protect you. Protecting you is what I failed at.

When I heard you crying, I knew I had to help you, I crawled through the gap to free you from your car seat. I held you in my arms in a bid to keep you warm, but, I don't know, you slipped.

As the car plunged in to the water, I held you tighter in my arms, as you continued to cry.

Daddy searched for you in the water, but he couldn't see you, and I somehow knew you were alone, dying and scared. They call it a mothers intuition.

A part of me died with you, when you were lowered in to the ground, I wish it had been me. I clutched at your teddy bear, tears stinging the back of my eyes, colleagues sent sympathetic glances my way, but I ignored them.

I'm so sorry, I failed you,

All my love,

Mummy.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and as she blinked, one fell down her cheek. She wiped it away.

She folded the paper carefully, sealed the envelope and wrote "Harry " on the front of it and slid it in to her handbag and walked in to the hallway to grab her coat off the banister and put it on, zipping it up and leaving the house.


"Jess?" Her estranged husband's voice made her jump. She turned slowly.

"Adam " She replied.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

He's my son. She thought, the only response running through her head.

"Right. " He'd caught sight of the envelope that was nestled in between the flowers and soft teddy bears, in blue, which had been Harry's favourite colour.

She knew what he was trying to say.

"It's OK" She replied quietly.

Adam nodded, at a loss of what to say to his estranged wife, he still had feelings for her but he didn't want to pressure her in to getting back together as he realised there was a chance that she could have moved on.

"Coffee?" He asked. stuffing his hands in to his pockets and leading the way out.

"Sure " She replied, walking behind him.

They sat in silence as Adam ordered them both a hot chocolate, it was cold outside.

"Are you alright?" Adam asked as he returned to their table.

"I'm fine " She whispered back.

"Good " He replied, reaching out and squeezing her hand.

Both ignoring the main topic.

Harry.

But they would always love him.


I found the letter quite difficult to write, as she's never written anything in the show.

For anyone who didn't know, H stood for Harry, he was a friend of Jessica's and he delivered her baby.