Later on that night, Dylan was surrounded by tissues and old photos of her and Phil. Her makeup had come off of her face and she kept the door closed so no one would see the kind of state of mind she was in. Everyone had given their condolences to Dylan but she really didn't want to believe it. She was thinking it was all a dream, that Phil will come into the bedroom once again and that they will be happy once again. Dylan saw a list Phil made of baby girl names for their unborn daughter and she had opened it. Two names stood out; Johnnie Quinn (the name they had originally picked out) and Raelyn Quinn. Raelyn. She smiled and she sniffed at it. Then, she looked down at her growing belly and she rubbed it. Then, she looked at her feet and she saw a picture of the day Elijah was born. Phil was the first one to hold him and the way the picture was taken, his face shone like a light. She smiled at seeing that handsome face of her husband's. But her heart broke yet again as she saw another pic of her and Phil together. She laid down and she started to cry harder than she's ever cried. Then, she heard a knocking at the door. She cleared off the tissues and into the basket and she went to the door. She opened it to see Elijah standing there, holding a teddy bear Phil made him. "Hi bud" Dylan sniffed.

"Momma," Elijah said. The way he said it she could hear it in his voice that Elijah was crying just as much as she was. "Can I see pictures of Daddy?"

Dylan smiled and she took her son's hand and they walked into the bedroom together. Elijah climbed onto the bed and he cuddled up to his mother. She started to show her son the many pictures of her and Elijah's dad. With each picture there was a story behind it and she explained it to her son. But one picture made her stop and look. The day Phil proposed to her. That made Dylan break down in tears. Elijah didn't want to see his mother cry, so he hugged her in comfort and he cried with her. Then, she sniffed and said "You wanna know something, Elijah?"

"What momma?" Elijah asked through his tears. Dylan wiped her son's tears away with the pad of her thumb and she said "Daddy was an amazing man, and I know you'll be just like him when you get older"

"Really?" Elijah asked softly. It broke Dylan's heart seeing her son crying so she pulled her son into a hug and they both cried together. Hours and hours went by, and at 8:45 pm Dylan and Elijah were watching Phil's documentary DVD. Elijah was sleeping on his mother's chest because he was tired out from crying so much. Dylan was now wearing Phil's Rancid sweatshirt that was huge on her and she put her hair up in a messy bun. Her face was tear stained and she sniffed. Watching the whole documentary made her remember all the good times she had with him. Then, Jon came in and he whispered "Want me to take Elijah into his bed?"

Dylan shook her head 'no' and she said "I want my son here with me"

Jon nodded his head, then he looked at the TV and he saw that Dylan was watching the documentary. He looked back at Dylan and she was softly rubbing her son's back. "Come on," Jon said and he took Elijah in his arms softly without disturbing the little boy's sleep. "Jon" Dylan scolded softly. Then, he brought the little boy into his bedroom and he tucked Elijah in his bed. Jon took a second glance at the little boy, and the resemblance of Phil was so strong it was scary. No wonder why Dylan wanted him near Jon thought to himself. Then, he went back to the bedroom and he closed the door. "I told you iI wanted my son with me" Dylan said sternly at Jon. Jon stood at the foot of the bed and he said "He needs his own bed"

"Well I would've prefered if he stayed in the bed with me" Dylan snapped at Jon.

Jon sighed and he said "I know you and him are grieving but you two cant be latched onto each other like this"

"Have you lost a wife before, Jonathan Good?"

Jon stayed silent. "Just leave me Jon" Dylan said. Jon went to the door and before he left he turned back at Dylan and said "I was only trying to help" then he left the room while closing the door behind him. Dylan began to sob some more, but unknown to her, Jon slide down on the door and he began to cry. They were both grieving but over different things.

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