Your Star
A/n: Okay, this is the last chapter. I decided not to include a wedding… maybe I'll do that some time in the future. But at the moment I have 2 more stories with first chapters completed, and one that I'm still deciding what to do with, so it's time for this story to say goodbye.
Elliot sat down silently next to the incubator where his new daughter, Lydia, was housed. She was smaller than Maria, her twin. Maria was in the regular nursery, but Lydia was in the NICU because of her heart.
Poor, precious Lydia, whose frail body wanted nothing more than an end. She was only a few hours old, and already her heart had stopped beating several times. He felt helpless, watching his youngest daughter die.
Liv couldn't stop crying long enough to see her. The doctor had been blunt: Lydia was too small and weak to make it through the night. Just the thought of losing her was too much for Liv to bear. Olivia was the one who wanted him to sit with her, so that Lydia wouldn't have to be alone when it happened.
It wasn't that there was no hope… just not much. If Lydia did survive… and that was still a big if… they could fix her heart. But that didn't seem very likely.
"Dad," a voice said. Elliot snapped out of his thoughts and smiled up at his oldest daughter.
"Hey Maureen," he replied. He watched as his eldest looked down at his youngest lovingly, just like the overprotective big sister that she was.
"You should go, Dad. Olivia needs you. I'll stay here," she offered. He nodded and got up to leave, kissing her forehead as he passed.
"It's time to let go," he whispered, his own quiet way of telling her that Lydia didn't have much time left.
"At least it isn't goodbye forever," she replied. He gave his daughter one more hug before leaving the unit to see Olivia.
When he walked into her room, she was asleep. He looked at her tear stained face and finally let his own tears flow.
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Two Weeks Later…
Elliot stood behind the rocking chair and smiled down at the baby in Olivia's arms.
"Now do you believe in miracles?" he asked.
"Every second of every day," she replied, taking Lydia's tiny hand in her own.
A/n: I know it's short, but I just wanted to end it. And hey, there's still a wedding coming some time in the future!