The Final Hours

by Jerseygirl94

He stared down at the precious little bundle who was wrapped in the nice warm blue blanket secured in his strong arms. His daze became a little cloudy, but he fought through just to see his son gazing up into his male mother's spring green eyes which had in so much love and compassion. The illness was quickly spreading through; but he was fighting to spend the extra hours with him.

3. Chapter 3 The Final Hours

Chapter 3 is on its way.

Chapter 3.

Spring green eyes became glossy with tears forming up but he managed to stay strong. He wanted to make these final hours last a little while longer before he was swept away; he wanted for the baby to see his frail but handsome face for as long as he possibly could; he didn't want for when he would leave, he would have no one and starting now, he was going to make it worth the effort. Slowly and weakly, he sat up straight coughing a little but hollow cough and he started to speak his voice scratchy and raspy all at the same time but still he managed with every little breath he took; his heart was beating slowly it was losing the strength and energy it had to pump. He then inched closer whispering to his son.

"Oh how I wish to see you grow up into man-hood and run the Railway my son; but I'm afraid I don't have much time left. I'm truly sorry I will not be able to see or guide you for your future. But always remember, I will be there forever more and inside your heart that when it beats, then you will know that I'll be here watching you. And my Dear, please take good care of Father once I'm gone; I'm sure you can really prevent him from remembering me." Henry winked and manage to let out a low chuckle in the process.

His eyelids slowly but surely started to close and sleep was winning its battle on him as he yawned Drifting off in a peaceful and relaxing slumber with George sleeping also. Awhile later, Gordon came into the bedroom and smiled warmly seeing his family right in front of him snoozing away. He quietly tiptoed over getting the infant gently out of his grasp; he kissed his lips tenderly which felt warm and sweet like chocolate. "I love you Henry." And he made it out to put George into his crib that he had built himself.

The light of the candle had faded into a string of smoke. Suddenly, the room felt extremely cold and just as the big grandfather clock struck midnight, he started to fad away as well slipping into the dark silence. "I'll never forget you both." He calmly said leaving to join the rest of the angels above.

~*The End~*