A/N: Here is the sequel to Time Changes, I am very excited about this. It can stand alone, so if you have not read Time Changes, you can still enjoy this story. It can also be considered a separate story altogether, but in the end, I decided to name it the sequel. This story will be a lot shorter than Time Changes. Well, here it is, so enjoy!

Cam POV:

My pregnancy was great. Of course, I had morning sickness and then back pains, everything that accompanies a pregnancy, but it was great nonetheless.

Everything was going amazing, I was already in the sixth month of my pregnancy and we were going to have a baby boy.

It seemed that nothing could go wrong.

Then one day, I started to feel unwell. I thought it was just some lingering morning sickness, but the pain in my abdomen was too intense.

I told Zach, who then rushed me to the hospital. The doctors ran some tests, and they told me I would have to go into labor.

Worry lined their faces, but they wouldn't tell us anything. Zach held my hand for as long as he could, but we had to be separated eventually. I had a bad feeling. Dread filled my entire body.

The doctors got me ready to give birth to my son. They told me that there some complications, that my child could possibly be dead. I would have to give birth now, so they could treat him in case there was something wrong, or to get him out if he was dead.

After seven painful hours, I was told that my baby had been a stillborn.

My heart broke as I saw Zach standing next to my bed, sobbing at our loss. His eyes were red, and I noticed he was holding my hand.

I couldn't process anything. My baby. My sweet little boy had died.

"What? How? Why?!" I heard a scratchy voice. Only then did I realize that the voice was my own, and I couldn't stop the sobs that began to overcome me. "Where, where is my baby?"

"I'm sorry for your loss. There still isn't a clear reason as to why this happens. I want to let you know that it wasn't anything you did. You did everything perfectly, but unfortunately these type of things do happen. I'm so sorry for your loss. Your baby is still being examined."

"I want to see him."

"Ma'am I don't know if-"

"I WANT TO SEE MY BABY. I NEED TO SEE HIM."

"Yes ma'am. As soon as the doctor is finished examining him."

I felt numb on the inside, but I could feel the tears streaming down my face.

"Zach?"

"I'm here, baby. I'm here."

I cried even harder and he held me.

"I'm so sorry. I should've known, I should've told you about the pain earlier. Maybe he would still be alive. It's all my fault."

He cried into my hair and we both held onto each other. "No. It's not your fault. You heard the doctor Cam. It wasn't anyone's fault."

The doctor then came in with a nurse. She was holding a blue blanket. Zach looked up to see them, but kept one arm around me.

I held my arms out, as the nurse said, "here's your baby."

The nurse handed me my baby, and I held him in my arms. I moved the blanket, and I saw his beautiful little face.

He looked asleep. I knew he wasn't. I held his little hand and I began to cry even harder. I held him to my chest and rocked back and forth.

Sobs racked through my body, making me shake. I cried out for the loss of my child. I memorized every detail about him. From the feeling of his tiny body against mine to the little creases on his hands and feet. His face was beautiful, he had tiny lips and a button nose.

I could feel my heart break more and more, and the tears and sadness overwhelmed me. Zach simply held on to me, and looked at our baby. I looked at him through bleary eyes and saw him staring back at me. He seemed distraught, he had on a crazed expression, I could only imagine what I looked like. His eyes had a silent question in them. I handed him our baby wordlessly.

He held him and I began cry silently. I could hear Zach crying still, as he held him. I knew that he was also memorizing everything about him.

After a few minutes he handed him back to me. I held him, but then the doctor spoke up, "sorry to interrupt, but he has to be taken back. There still need to be more studies done."

"No! No! Please no! Don't take him away!"

"I'm sorry ma'am. We have to."

They tried to take him away but I wouldn't let them. Zach tried to calm me down, and he held me, while they took him from my arms. I became hysterical, and they sedated me. I cried and cried until the drugs took effect and I couldn't think anymore.

A/N: So what do you think? Please Review! Thank you!