Brooke's POV

I was in shock over the pregnancy. Lucas was exited; he thought that this was another chance for us to have our lives back. It's not that I didn't want this new baby, but I didn't want to forget Myles and I didn't want it to be like we had forgotten him and moved on. I couldn't paint the nursery, and a part of me wanted to leave that room untouched still. I wasn't ready yet to take down the letters of his name and put a new child in there. The room yearned to have a baby, but it wasn't right yet, maybe in a few months. Lucas said that if we had to we could paint his office and he would move downstairs or to the attic. I was grateful that he was letting me hold onto Myles still. He too was holding on, but differently. On his desk he had the picture of all of us at the hospital and he had a picture of Myles alone. It was his personal memorial to the son he would never get back. I took a wall in the house and divided it for each of the kids' pictures. Above each small section was our child's name. Maia Haley was seen above hers and Lola Bailee above her pictures. I hadn't made one for our boy yet, but I knew it was time. Early one day I went and hung the letters carefully to spell out Myles Eugene. I put the picture of him at his healthiest in the middle. I had gotten the picture enlarged. I surrounded it with pictures of Myles and I, Myles and Luke and Myles and the girls. They would be the only pictures we would ever have of him. After I was done hanging them up I touched the picture of Myles. Just then, Lola came up to me.

"Mommy, why do you always do that?"
"What honey?"

"Touch the pictures of Myles? And why do you put him on our wall if he's not here anymore?"

I knew that Maia hadn't understood what had happened with Myles, she was so young.

"Well Lola, you remember that Myles was sick right? Well, even though he was sick, he was your brother and he was my son. Even if he isn't still here, we should always remember him and remember that he was part of our family, even though it was only for a little while. It was like when Daddy didn't live with us, we still wanted to remember him, so we could feel better."
"Oh, okay. I still don't know why you touch his pictures when you see them, you don't touch the pictures of me and Maia."
"I touch the pictures because it makes me feel closer to him, like I'm still holding him in my arms. And sometimes Lols, sometimes I touch yours or Maia's pictures if your not home with me and I'm missing you. It makes me feel like I'm with you. It's complicated Lola, but one day maybe you'll understand." I kissed her head. "You want lunch?"

"Yeah! Thanks mommy!" We went off to eat lunch, and I treasured the laughs and smiles we shared. Myles had shown me that I should savor my moments, and try and remember the happy times.