So this is it. I really hoped you liked it!
I'm working another story, will upload it somewhere this week. ( Just to let you know and hope you'll read it :))
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18 months later.
It was his turn to wake up, so that was why he was tiptoeing towards the nursery, the crying getting louder and louder. He left the door ajar allowing him to see enough without having to turn the light on.
'Here you go.' He said as he lifted his son from his cradle. He took a blanket and made his way over to the rocking chair. Soon enough the crying stopped and his son went back to sleep. But instead of putting him back in bed, Robert stayed in the chair, gazing around the room.
His eyes fell on the train with wooden letters spelling out his son's name. He knew people were talking behind their backs and somehow he couldn't help but blame them. It was a strange move, but they had both liked the name, even with the baggage it came with.
Alexander.
They had named their son just like the disease that took away their first born. From an outside view that seemed crazy, actually close to insane, but they had insisted on it. Because the name had negative memories, negative thoughts, but in a strange way it was also a tribute to Laura. She wasn't here anymore, they would never get her back, but she was the reason why they were here right now. The positive and the negative were part of their lives and it would never change. It might seem strange, being constantly reminded of the disease that took away Laura, but it didn't matter. They thought about it every day, with or without Alexander. In everything they did, the memory of Laura was there.
But there was another reason why they had named him Alexander. It was a prove to them, a living reminder that not everything connected to the name Alexander was negative, that there was a positive side to life no matter what happened.