Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I don't own ER or any thing related to it. However, if anyone wants to give me Carter for Christmas, I'd be one happy camper…
Authors Note: This is my first ER fan-fiction, so please r&r. Tell me if you want this story to go on, either before or after this point. Thanks!
John Carter woke up to the cries of his baby. Rolling out of the massive California King sized bed, his golden wedding bad glimmering in the moonlight; he made his way to his daughter's room. It was just down the hall from his, but he ran. There was two-month-old Arianne, screaming in her Peter Cottontail crib.
"Oh baby what's wrong, huh?" Carter cooed as he picked her up. "Want a midnight bubba?"
The baby only wailed some more
"Ok, a bubba it is."
Carter carried Arianne down to the kitchen, and turned the overhead lights on to the dimmest setting. Gently bouncing her, he got a pre-made bottle out of the refrigerator, and popped it in to the microwave.
"Hush, little baby don't say a word…" Carter sang while waiting for the beeping of the microwave.
While he was singing, his eyes caught the clock above the stove. When the time of 1:29 registered, he stopped singing. This was the day that he feared. It was Susan and his first anniversary, but she was there.
The beep beeping of the microwave interrupted his rather grim thoughts. He shifted Arianne to his shoulders and tested the bottle on the inside of his wrist. Finding it to his satisfaction, he walked into the living room. When he sat down on the couch, he turned on the light, revealing a small room, the walls filled with pictures from the Carter's life. Gently moving Arianne, Carter began to feed her.
After a few moments like that, John Carter got up and walked over to the pictures.
"Hey Arianne, I think its time you met some people."
With that he walked about with his darling baby girl, showing her the pictures of her mother and fathers friends from work, their wedding pictures, and Carters personal favorite. It was a picture of a very pregnant Susan, and John had his strong and sure arms wrapped around her huge belly.
"That's your mommy, Arianne. That's all of us together when were a family. Heaven knows how much I wish you could have a mommy, but I guess she was just too good for Earth. She's an angel now, singing a sweet lullaby to you whenever you need one." Carter was almost in tears talking about his dead wife, who their wonderful Arianne would never know, except in dreams and in pictures
Seeing that his baby was sound asleep, he shut off the light in the living room. He then went to throw away the bottles liner and shut off the light. Taking ginger steps, he slowing climbed the stairs. Walking half way down the hall and taking a right, he was in the baby's room. Laying Arianne down in her crib, she seemed to shrink a bit.
For a few moments he just stared at her, remembering his wife, her mother. The birth was normal; that was until Arianne's umbilical cord got caught around her little neck. Susan was rushed in to the OR to have an emergency C-section. They got Arianne out safe and sound, but there was something wrong with her mother. He then recalled holding her in the nursery, just the two of them, father and daughter. It was then the doctor came in, bearing the bad news. He was now a widower and his wonderful newborn, a motherless baby.
The days had blurred by, and now here he was. His life was torn, but not severed. Arianne was his connection to Susan. She had her mommy's eyes and her mommy's smile, and that was enough for John Carter. As he walked away and went into his own room, and lied on his own side of the bed, he could have sworn he was being followed. Just before he surrendered to sleep, he rolled over, his face in the middle of the bed. On this forehead, he felt a light kiss, and he knew who it was. It was his one and only true love.