(A.N) Thanks for the reviews and again, im sorry for what i did but it had to be done and the after effects will be dramatic and good, promise. Im glad you're all sad because then i've done something right. I was actually close to tears while writing this chapter.As some of you have said about me being the first person to kill off a baby, its a good thing in the sense that my story is unique but then again its an awful thing to do and i do feelbad about it!

Anyway, the poem later on in the story was actually put together by me. I took inspiration from three songs, 'If You Leave' by OMD (covered by Nada Surf), Rain City by Turin Brakes and the main focus isfrom Baby Blue by Badfinger but covered by All Sad Girls Are Beautiful on The O.C. They're all O.C. songs and Baby Blue fitted so well. I've took some lines from these songs, added a few of my own andI hope you like the result!

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The Final Goodbye

A shadow had been cast over the whole family. A dark, cold shadow. It wasn't just from the winter months.

The loss of Taylor had had an immense impact on everyone's life, even baby Autumn, she was so used to seeing her brother and even at this small age, the baby could sense there was something wrong.

She was right.

Summer and Seth had been surrounded by people since Taylor had gone, but neither had ever felt so cut off and alone. Nobody understood the pain they were going through. Nobody had ever lost their child, they had to stick together.

They'd been staying at Seth's parents house, neither could bear to go home. If they needed anything, Kirsten or Sandy would go for it.

Over the past weekend, hundreds of cards and flowers had come, but Summer couldn't bear to look at them. She either stayed in bed all day or sat in the living room, watching T.V. in her sweatpants.

The funeral had been planned for the following Friday, at the Wayfarer's chapel by the beach.

On the Thursday, Summer felt like her head was splitting in two. At 11am she decided to go downstairs. Kirsten and Marissa were sat in the kitchen, having coffee. Little Maia was having a pretend tea party with her dolls in the TV room.

"Oh, hi sweetie, how are you feeling today?" Kirsten asked. Summer rubbed her forehead.

"Have you got any aspirin? My head's pounding." Kirsten jumped up and produced aspirin and a glass of water within seconds.

"Where's Autumn?" Summer asked, swallowing the tablet.

"Seth and Sandy are out with her, I think they've gone for a walk." Summer nodded and sat beside Marissa.

"So, have you got everything for tomorrow? You need me to pick anything up for you?" Marissa asked, rubbing Summer's back soothingly.

"No, I'm fine."

"If you need anything, anything at all I can always…"

"I'm fine Coop!" Marissa's eye's widened as Summer rested her head on the table.

"She's still raw," Kirsten mouthed at Marissa. She nodded and walked over to Maia, kneeling down beside her.

"Everything's in place sweetie, just so you know. The limo should be arriving at 11.30," Kirsten said softly. She heard a faint whimper from Summer and rubbed her back like Marissa had done.

"It's okay sweetie, I know how you feel," Kirsten said. Summer sprang up.

"No you don't! You only had one child and he's alive! I have two and one's gone! You have no idea how I feel, how Seth feels and you never will!" Summer cried. Kirsten looked taken aback.

"I was only…"

"I know what you're trying to do but DON'T! Tomorrow is a day I never wanted to see, but I have to. Now both of you just leave me alone!"

Summer glared at them both and ran out of the room and up the stairs. Marissa picked up Maia.

"I'm worried about her Kirsten," Marissa said.

"I know, we all are. This is every parents nightmare. I would have given my life away just for the two of them to have a life without any more drama or tragedy." She looked out of the window and sighed.

"I hope they'll get through it."

"They will," Marissa said, "We just have to be there, no matter what."

The following morning, Summer was awoken by Autumn's cries. She looked over at the time. 7.37am.

Seth was gone, probably for a walk by the beach, a little ritual he always did when a big day was ahead of him.

She dragged herself out of bed and by the window, where her crib had been placed. She reached in and picked her up, gently rocking her in her arms. Summer looked down at her big, brown eyes.

Feeling tears prickle at her eyes, Summer swallowed the lump in her throat and stood by the window, looking out at the ocean.

"We have to be strong today, sweetie," Summer whispered.

"It's gonna be really hard but, we have to do it." Autumn stared at Summer and her tiny mouth formed a smile.

"We have to say goodbye to Taylor…"

Summer held Autumn closely and the two stared out of the window, their hearts heavy and eye's brimming with tears.

The house was full of people, their clothes black and theirexpressions sombre. Seth had locked himself in his room so Summer set out to get him.

She knocked on the door softly. There was no reply.

"Seth, its me. Can I come in?" She waited patiently as a mumbled 'ok', drifted out. She opened the door and saw Seth slumped on his bed, Captain Oats clutched in his hands.

His eyes were red and puffed up and his hair looked dishevelled. Summer sat beside him, slipping her hand into his.

"Today's gonna be hard…" Summer muttered quietly. Seth shrugged his shoulders.

"I know that Its been hard but I couldn't even think of doing this without you…" Summer said, looking up at his bloodshot eyes. His bottom lip trembled.

His head fell onto Summer's shoulder and he started to cry. All the emotion that had built up over all his life was being released.

Summer simply held onto him tightly as the sadness swept through Seth's body. After five minutes, he straightened up.

"I guess it's time," he muttered.

"It's time."

They got up and their gazes locked into one and others before their hands linked and they walked out of the room, finally ready for the day that lay before them.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to mourn the loss of Taylor Leo Cohen. He was only a child and yet he has been taken from us. This loss is one that will be felt across the community. He was a loving and bright child who's shining personality shone like the moon on a clear night…"

The congregation sat in silence while the vicar stood at the front of the church, beside the tiny, mahogany coffin surrounded by white and red roses.

Summer sat in the first row, Seth by her side, clutching her hand. She had the simplest black dress on that she owned and her oversize sunglasses to shield her bloodshot eyes.

Today was not about fashion, it was about Taylor.

Her father sat to her right, his hand placed on top of hers. Marissa was whimpering silently as Ryan tried to console her.

"Now Mr Seth Cohen, Taylor's father, will give his eulogy." Seth kissed Summer on the cheek, letting go of her hand. Kirsten dissolved into tears as Sandy clutched her hand.

"Taylor, was a wonderful human being. My wife and I feel robbed. Our son has been taken from us and we could do nothing to help him. That feeling of being powerless is truly terrible.

But, we are not gathered here to dwell on what could have been, we are here to celebrate Taylor, my first and only son. He wasn't just a baby, he was a person. He loved the Spiderman movie, he looked after his sister and the best thing of all, he loved video games, well at least watching me play them…"

The congregation all smiled at Seth, Summer grinned through her despair at Seth's effort.

"Anyway, through this terrible loss, we must remember Taylor. I'll never forget him. His big, brown eyes just like his mothers and his good looks and charisma from me," Seth smiled.

"We'll never forget you Tay, and the memory of you will live in our hearts until I meet you up there." Seth stood down from the small podium and went to sit back next to Summer.

"You did a great job Cohen, thanks." Summer squeezed his hand.

"It's good to see you smile."

The service moved on, and more and more people felt touched by the efforts from the family. Sandy did a powerful eulogy and Kirsten read a poem written by herself.

"And to close the ceremony, Mrs. Summer Cohen would like to say a poetic tribute to her son." Seth turned to her.

"What, you said you couldn't speak, you didn't want to," Seth said.

"Seth, I have to do this. I need to say goodbye." Summer got up, her hands shaking in fear. As she turned to face the congregation, she felt dizzy and ill. But by just looking at the tiny coffin, she found the strength and bravery to go on.

"I'd like to read a poem for my son, Taylor. He'll always know how much his Mommy loved him…" She took a deep breath and unfolded the tiny piece of paper in her hand.

"My Baby Blue," she began.

"All that time without a word

Guess I got what I deserved

I now have so much I want to say

Far more than I could ever convey

I love you with a love that yearns

Ablaze with joy that bleeds and burns

That special love I have for you,

My Baby Blue

You've left me now despite my pleas,

From our new life that was filled with ease.

Oh my love I can't let go

Something's wrong I can't let go,

And the waiting is all I can do…

I would show the special love I have for you,

My Baby Blue

I touch you once, I touch you twice

I wont let go at any price.

I need you now, and I needed you then.

I know we're going to meet again

Someday…

Guess that's all I have to say,

Except my feelings grow every day,

Just one more thing before I go,

Take good care baby, let me know,

If you don't, my soul will tear apart,

Almost too much for my heart…" Summer bit her lip as tears flowed down her cheeks.

"You love me,

I love you too,

My darling, my only,

My Baby Blue"

As she whispered the last lines, nearly everyone in the chapel had a lump forming in their throat. Marissa was weeping silently into Ryan's shoulder and Summer stepped down.

She looked at the small coffin and touched it.

"Bye Bye Baby," she whispered.