Disclamer: I don't own Dark Angel of the song Amazing Grace
"Eliza Maria Cale drop that this minute young lady." Max yelled as Eliza stopped with the leaf that she was about to stuff in her mouth and dropped it. Zack started laughing when Eliza started crawling away. At just over six months she was a smart little thing. She had a short vocabulary list that consisted of "Mama", "Unca" for Zack, and baba, for bottle. She found her pacifier on the floor and jammed it in her mouth as she crawled to the doll house Zack had made for her. Eliza had a bad habit of picking up whatever she found and putting it in her mouth. Zack always said that it must taste better than Max's cooking. But since Max had started to make him cook after he said it the last time he now kept his comments to himself. Max still breast-fed Eliza since Jondy had told her that it would help keep Eliza from having so many seizures. Eliza was also eating strained foods so what milk Eliza didn't drink was frozen and stored for later. Max smacked the still laughing Zack on the back of his head and went back into the livingroom to finish folding clothes.
~*~*~*~
Logan paced the waiting room at the hospital where Asha was having their baby. Asha was delivering his child and he wasn't even allowed to be with her. The doctors had thrown him out when Asha had started hemorrhaging. Now all there was to do was wait... and pray.
Logan looked up as the doctor came into the waiting room.
"Mr. Cale, you have a beautiful baby boy." The doctor said without a smile.
"And Asha" Logan asked. He felt a sense of dread at the look on the doctor's face.
"I'm sorry Mr. Cale we couldn't save her. She lost so much blood." Logan looked at the doctor in disbelief.
"Can I see my son."
"Of course, come with me." The doctor said leading him back to the nursery where the nurse held up a beautiful pink screaming boy with blonde hair and his mother's piercing green eyes.
~~~**~~~
Tristan Asha Masters-Cale
BORN: December 12, 2023
AT: 7:22 AM
TO: Asha Nicole Masters
AND
Logan Michael Cale
*~*~*~*
Logan turned to the doctor.
"Can I see Asha" The doctor looked uncomfortable for a second then obviously seeing the desperation in Logan's eyes nodded and motioned for Logan to follow him.
Logan stood beside Asha's body and looked into her eyes which were devoid of any sign of life. He smoothed back her hair from her face feeling her still warm skin before he spoke.
"I'm not very good at this goodbye thing so just bear with me. I loved you. Maybe not like I should have considering you gave me a beautiful son. But I still loved you. Like a best friend. Someone who I could trust no matter what. With my secrets, with the lives of the people I cared about. It was almost like you had the whole world on your shoulders. I hope that wherever you are you can be happy. Because you didn't live nearly long enough." Logan stopped when a lump formed in his throat and tears prickled in his eyes. He leaned down and kissed her forehead and gently closed her eyes. Then he walked to the door opening it he turned back around. She looked like she was sleeping. A tear broke loose and ran down his cheek as he looked at the mother of his son and his best friend one more time. "Good-bye" he whispered as he left the room.
*~*~*~*
The funeral was beautiful. Logan stood beside the new covered grave holding baby Tristan. He couldn't believe she was gone.
"Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me"
Their son would never know the mother who was brave enough to fight against all the evil in the world.
"I once was lost, but now I'm found
was blind, but now I see"
Logan swiped away a tear as Tristan began to fuss. He was less than a week old but he was strong even if he was tiny.
"Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
And grace my fears relieved"
Asha had given Tristan the best gift of all. She had given him life. She had given him her life. The ultimate sacrifice.
"How precious did that grace appear
the hour I first believed"
Logan soothed the baby on the way back to the car. When he reached the door he turned around to look at the grave stone.
"Through many dangers, toils, and snares
we have already come"
Logan could have swore he saw the out line of a person standing near the mound of dirt.
"Twas grace that brought us safe thus far
And grace will lead us home"
Logan closed his eyes and looked again. The figure was gone but a soft gust of cold wind blew his hair and he couldn't help feeling that everything was going to be alright.
"When we've been here ten thousand years
bright shining as the sun;
we've no less days to sing god's praise
then when we first begun"
Everything was going to be okay.
~~~**~~~
Asha Nicole Masters
Born 1998 Died 2023
Beloved mother and friend
May you find piece with the angels
*~*~*~*
"Eliza Maria Cale drop that this minute young lady." Max yelled as Eliza stopped with the leaf that she was about to stuff in her mouth and dropped it. Zack started laughing when Eliza started crawling away. At just over six months she was a smart little thing. She had a short vocabulary list that consisted of "Mama", "Unca" for Zack, and baba, for bottle. She found her pacifier on the floor and jammed it in her mouth as she crawled to the doll house Zack had made for her. Eliza had a bad habit of picking up whatever she found and putting it in her mouth. Zack always said that it must taste better than Max's cooking. But since Max had started to make him cook after he said it the last time he now kept his comments to himself. Max still breast-fed Eliza since Jondy had told her that it would help keep Eliza from having so many seizures. Eliza was also eating strained foods so what milk Eliza didn't drink was frozen and stored for later. Max smacked the still laughing Zack on the back of his head and went back into the livingroom to finish folding clothes.
~*~*~*~
Logan paced the waiting room at the hospital where Asha was having their baby. Asha was delivering his child and he wasn't even allowed to be with her. The doctors had thrown him out when Asha had started hemorrhaging. Now all there was to do was wait... and pray.
Logan looked up as the doctor came into the waiting room.
"Mr. Cale, you have a beautiful baby boy." The doctor said without a smile.
"And Asha" Logan asked. He felt a sense of dread at the look on the doctor's face.
"I'm sorry Mr. Cale we couldn't save her. She lost so much blood." Logan looked at the doctor in disbelief.
"Can I see my son."
"Of course, come with me." The doctor said leading him back to the nursery where the nurse held up a beautiful pink screaming boy with blonde hair and his mother's piercing green eyes.
~~~**~~~
Tristan Asha Masters-Cale
BORN: December 12, 2023
AT: 7:22 AM
TO: Asha Nicole Masters
AND
Logan Michael Cale
*~*~*~*
Logan turned to the doctor.
"Can I see Asha" The doctor looked uncomfortable for a second then obviously seeing the desperation in Logan's eyes nodded and motioned for Logan to follow him.
Logan stood beside Asha's body and looked into her eyes which were devoid of any sign of life. He smoothed back her hair from her face feeling her still warm skin before he spoke.
"I'm not very good at this goodbye thing so just bear with me. I loved you. Maybe not like I should have considering you gave me a beautiful son. But I still loved you. Like a best friend. Someone who I could trust no matter what. With my secrets, with the lives of the people I cared about. It was almost like you had the whole world on your shoulders. I hope that wherever you are you can be happy. Because you didn't live nearly long enough." Logan stopped when a lump formed in his throat and tears prickled in his eyes. He leaned down and kissed her forehead and gently closed her eyes. Then he walked to the door opening it he turned back around. She looked like she was sleeping. A tear broke loose and ran down his cheek as he looked at the mother of his son and his best friend one more time. "Good-bye" he whispered as he left the room.
*~*~*~*
The funeral was beautiful. Logan stood beside the new covered grave holding baby Tristan. He couldn't believe she was gone.
"Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me"
Their son would never know the mother who was brave enough to fight against all the evil in the world.
"I once was lost, but now I'm found
was blind, but now I see"
Logan swiped away a tear as Tristan began to fuss. He was less than a week old but he was strong even if he was tiny.
"Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
And grace my fears relieved"
Asha had given Tristan the best gift of all. She had given him life. She had given him her life. The ultimate sacrifice.
"How precious did that grace appear
the hour I first believed"
Logan soothed the baby on the way back to the car. When he reached the door he turned around to look at the grave stone.
"Through many dangers, toils, and snares
we have already come"
Logan could have swore he saw the out line of a person standing near the mound of dirt.
"Twas grace that brought us safe thus far
And grace will lead us home"
Logan closed his eyes and looked again. The figure was gone but a soft gust of cold wind blew his hair and he couldn't help feeling that everything was going to be alright.
"When we've been here ten thousand years
bright shining as the sun;
we've no less days to sing god's praise
then when we first begun"
Everything was going to be okay.
~~~**~~~
Asha Nicole Masters
Born 1998 Died 2023
Beloved mother and friend
May you find piece with the angels
*~*~*~*
