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And just as she left his room, glaring to the doctor and nurses who helped her, she heard the machine in his room; he flat lined.

"No!" She cried, the same time the new contraction hitting with the force and she would have fall without the strong arms around her.

She was gently pulled away. Away from the man who had lost the battle of the life and was dying. Another contraction made her cry out with physical pain. She was laying on the bed, ready to give birth to the new life. And the same time, the doctors worked to save the life of the man who would never see his daughter or son.

She screamed, with pain and fear. And after hours, a crying newborn was placed on her arms, and she cried as well, kissing her son´s head. The child was taken from her only to be placed on her arms minutes later.

He was sleeping now, wrapped in the light blue blanket. And for a moment she forgot everything, her thoughts only in her son. And she felt the love spreading over her as she watched him.

The door opened quietly, and she looked up, a smile disappearing from her face. Admiral Chegwidden stepped closer, his eyes on the sleeping baby.

"Sir?" Her voice was shaking, as if she would know what he had to say.

"I´m sorry, Sarah." He fought against the tears but met her eyes. "I´m so sorry."

She barely realized when the baby was taken from her arms, the nurse placing the sleeping boy on the small bed.

"No." The word came out as a cry. "No. no. no. no. no."

AJ sat next to her, stopping her from leaving the bed; she was too weak. But she fought back, crying, screaming, and finally giving up to the strong arms that were wrapped around her.

She felt sick, stretching over the admiral and emptying her stomach on the floor. And she couldn´t stop crying, calling out his name.

But it was no use; he was gone. At the same moment his son had taken his first breath. How unfair life was. He had been brought back to her only to lose him again. Finally her sobs stopped, her tears dried on her cheeks, and she pulled back from the arms of the older man.

She glanced around, her eyes searching for the baby that was no longer in her arms. The door opened, Trish stepping in, holding the child, the look on her face mixed with the loss of her son, and the love she felt for her new grandchild. She gave the baby to his mother, their eyes locking for a moment, the wordless conversation passed between them. Only they understood.

Sarah turned to look at the baby. He looked so much like his father, and she felt a lonely tear rolling down on her cheek. Without her noticing she was left alone in the room, the others standing in the hallway, giving the mother and the son time together.

"I wish your father could have seen you." Sarah whispered softly.

The baby stared at her, and she smiled a little. "He once said you would be called Daniel." She wondered if he was hungry and settled him on her breast. "You like that? You like that name, sweetheart?" Her voice was gentle, but sad.

She was left alone with her son. Allowed to keep him close through the night. She watched at him in silence, knowing he would be like his father when he grew up. And maybe, she dared to hope, he would be there watching over them, like he had been doing during the months he had been away. In the darkness of the storming night, she promised to her sleeping son she would never let him forget who his daddy was.

She closed her eyes and let the sleep come. And she dreamt of him.

The End

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Author´s Note: Now, before you start to hate me and decide you will never, ever read one story from me again, let me say that there is an alternative ending for this story. So, if you didn´t like this one, let me know, and I will post it for you. And if you did like this, please tell me that too because I was really nervous when I decided that he´s going to die. Thanks again for reading, your feedback has inspired me, and maybe the next story will be more happy.

-Lia