Faith was born on a cold morning on January 9th, 2003. Landon stood
by the big window where all the fathers and other people gawked at the
babies. He laughed. It made him think of a fish bowl, with the babies being
the fish.
He walked down the halls, amazed at how they could keep it so clean. He went into room 56 without even knocking. As he saw the bed, he gasped. It had been the first time he had saw Jamie after the birth. She looked, well to say it bluntly, Igray/I. She finally noticed Landon, and smiled at him even though it pained her. "Hi."
"Hey," he said, not knowing what to do. He stood there like a deer to a hunter, scared to say something wrong. Jamie patted on the bed, "Sit Landon," she said quietly, and he did. He would have done anything she wanted him to do, even jumped of a bridge.
"So how are you?" asked Jamie. Landon almost went crazy. How could she ask how he was when she was in such a state? It amazed him how unabsorbed she was with herself. Maybe too much, in fact.
"I'm fine. And you?" he asked tenderly, grabbing her slender hand and rubbing it in his much larger hands. "I'm okay, I guess," she said, still quiet, "Just a little worn down."
To Landon, she looked more then rundown. She looked like she was dy- Landon stopped in mid-thought. How could he think like that? Jamie wouldn't die. She couldn't die , not with her finally having a child! A single tear ran down his cheek, and Jamie, as weak as she was, raised her hand to wipe it away.
"Why are you crying?" asked Jamie, truly not knowing in her blissful happiness of having Faith.
"How can you say 'Why are you crying?'" he asked, "I'm crying because of you, and the baby, and I'm afraid of losing you." With that, he broke down, grabbing the sheet on the bed and crumpling it in his hand.
"But you'll never lose me," said Jamie innocently. "I mean, think about it. I will always be around you. Every time a sunbeam comes shining into the window, part of it will be me. And every time the wind just seems to wrap around you, it's really me." This didn't make him feel any better. He would rather have Jamie be with him physically, not just in the wind.
"It's ironic, really," started Landon, "As soon as I met you, I gained faith quickly. But now that your," he gulped, unsure he should continue, but did, "dying, I'm losing it just as quickly."
"But you just gained a whole bunch of Faith!" laughed Jamie, "Our daughter!" Landon laughed to, but soon stopped. Really, he had laughed so Jamie would think he had lightened up.
Jamie's breathing got a little rougher, and she coughed. "Jamie? Jamie are you okay?" She nodded, but he could tell she wasn't.
"Will you take me home Landon?" Landon had been expecting her to say that. "Yes, whatever you want," he said sweetly.
A/N I want to thank all the people who reviewed (Especially the Silent Reaper, who reviewed on almost EVERY chapter! TY! Oh, please R/R! (Yes, I am going to write that every chapter because I LOVE reviews!
He walked down the halls, amazed at how they could keep it so clean. He went into room 56 without even knocking. As he saw the bed, he gasped. It had been the first time he had saw Jamie after the birth. She looked, well to say it bluntly, Igray/I. She finally noticed Landon, and smiled at him even though it pained her. "Hi."
"Hey," he said, not knowing what to do. He stood there like a deer to a hunter, scared to say something wrong. Jamie patted on the bed, "Sit Landon," she said quietly, and he did. He would have done anything she wanted him to do, even jumped of a bridge.
"So how are you?" asked Jamie. Landon almost went crazy. How could she ask how he was when she was in such a state? It amazed him how unabsorbed she was with herself. Maybe too much, in fact.
"I'm fine. And you?" he asked tenderly, grabbing her slender hand and rubbing it in his much larger hands. "I'm okay, I guess," she said, still quiet, "Just a little worn down."
To Landon, she looked more then rundown. She looked like she was dy- Landon stopped in mid-thought. How could he think like that? Jamie wouldn't die. She couldn't die , not with her finally having a child! A single tear ran down his cheek, and Jamie, as weak as she was, raised her hand to wipe it away.
"Why are you crying?" asked Jamie, truly not knowing in her blissful happiness of having Faith.
"How can you say 'Why are you crying?'" he asked, "I'm crying because of you, and the baby, and I'm afraid of losing you." With that, he broke down, grabbing the sheet on the bed and crumpling it in his hand.
"But you'll never lose me," said Jamie innocently. "I mean, think about it. I will always be around you. Every time a sunbeam comes shining into the window, part of it will be me. And every time the wind just seems to wrap around you, it's really me." This didn't make him feel any better. He would rather have Jamie be with him physically, not just in the wind.
"It's ironic, really," started Landon, "As soon as I met you, I gained faith quickly. But now that your," he gulped, unsure he should continue, but did, "dying, I'm losing it just as quickly."
"But you just gained a whole bunch of Faith!" laughed Jamie, "Our daughter!" Landon laughed to, but soon stopped. Really, he had laughed so Jamie would think he had lightened up.
Jamie's breathing got a little rougher, and she coughed. "Jamie? Jamie are you okay?" She nodded, but he could tell she wasn't.
"Will you take me home Landon?" Landon had been expecting her to say that. "Yes, whatever you want," he said sweetly.
A/N I want to thank all the people who reviewed (Especially the Silent Reaper, who reviewed on almost EVERY chapter! TY! Oh, please R/R! (Yes, I am going to write that every chapter because I LOVE reviews!