************************** THE FIGHT *********************
Fighters – that's what we have always been.
Never quitting, never surrendering – always fighting.
We knew that if we'd fall one day we'd make damn sure that the one who fought us would fall as well.
We were soldiers.
I – by Destiny.
Maria – by Love.
This time, however, it was our daughter that we were supposed to fight – the embodiment of our love, of everything we felt for each other….
It was too much for us….
Still, we didn't give up.
Instead we started our own private war against Fate…
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For a while it seemed like we were winning
After a few weeks of normalcy we actually started believing that what Max had given our daughter that night was indeed enough for her to survive without draining Maria.
Still, night after night I connected with my wife giving her some of my energy, some of my strength. Some of my love…
It wasn't much – our baby never allowed the connection to last more than few seconds – but, somehow, it seemed to be enough
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Two months had passed and Maria's stomach was still flat but when we called Max to examine her again he told us that the baby was okay and almost big enough to come into this world.
We were happy beyond words and so sure that we had won that battle that we decided to tell our friends the truth.
No words can describe their surprise and joy.
No number is big enough to say how many hugs were exchanged that night.
Everyone congratulated us; everyone wished us well and wanted the baby to be named after them. There was even a small fight between Isabel and Liz about which one of them is gonna be a godmother to our child.
Only Max stayed quiet the whole time, giving us unsure glances fro time to time. He didn't approve of our choice of not telling the gang about the problems this pregnancy was causing. He thought we owed it to them.
We thought we didn't have the right to place this burden on their shoulders, to add one more thing to their already long list of worries.
They deserved the calm the state of not knowing provided them with
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One day.
One day was enough for the whole world to change
To make us realize that it wasn't us that was winning this war...
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Fighters – that's what we have always been.
Never quitting, never surrendering – always fighting.
We knew that if we'd fall one day we'd make damn sure that the one who fought us would fall as well.
We were soldiers.
I – by Destiny.
Maria – by Love.
This time, however, it was our daughter that we were supposed to fight – the embodiment of our love, of everything we felt for each other….
It was too much for us….
Still, we didn't give up.
Instead we started our own private war against Fate…
********************************************
For a while it seemed like we were winning
After a few weeks of normalcy we actually started believing that what Max had given our daughter that night was indeed enough for her to survive without draining Maria.
Still, night after night I connected with my wife giving her some of my energy, some of my strength. Some of my love…
It wasn't much – our baby never allowed the connection to last more than few seconds – but, somehow, it seemed to be enough
********************************************
Two months had passed and Maria's stomach was still flat but when we called Max to examine her again he told us that the baby was okay and almost big enough to come into this world.
We were happy beyond words and so sure that we had won that battle that we decided to tell our friends the truth.
No words can describe their surprise and joy.
No number is big enough to say how many hugs were exchanged that night.
Everyone congratulated us; everyone wished us well and wanted the baby to be named after them. There was even a small fight between Isabel and Liz about which one of them is gonna be a godmother to our child.
Only Max stayed quiet the whole time, giving us unsure glances fro time to time. He didn't approve of our choice of not telling the gang about the problems this pregnancy was causing. He thought we owed it to them.
We thought we didn't have the right to place this burden on their shoulders, to add one more thing to their already long list of worries.
They deserved the calm the state of not knowing provided them with
********************************************
One day.
One day was enough for the whole world to change
To make us realize that it wasn't us that was winning this war...
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