A/N Sorry I've been gone so long guys, a whole bunch of stuff has been going on.
Eli's POV
In the beginning I couldn't believe I had lied to my own daughter. Even more believable was the fact that she had believed me so easily. It was Clare's idea, in my defense. I woke up to find my blue eyed angel crying by the side of my bed, and immediately asked her what was wrong. She told me what Jayden had done and I wanted to die. How could she have been so stupid to try and hurt herself? The doctor told me that I was going to have to have surgery in a few weeks to get rid of all the cancer. My lung had collapsed, and I almost died. The doctor said I would get better for awhile, then even sicker then I had been before. If I didn't get the surgery as quickly as possible, I would die. Money was the problem. My job as a Toronto newspaper article writer was hanging by a thread, and I just assumed that I was fired. I was trying desperately to find another job to get the money in, but I didn't know if I could. The surgery was $80,000. A fucking doctor had already put an expiration date on me.
I had a fifty percent chance of being healthy for two more weeks before I fell into a deep pit of sickness, one which I would most likely never crawl out of. If I didn't get the surgery that would remove the cancer from my other lung and repair the damage to the collapsed lung, I would slip into a coma and be gone shortly thereafter. Clare was barely holding herself together, begging her parents for money. Her parents, who loathed me since the day they met me, refused. Randal and Helen had cut Clare off after our marriage, and told Darcy that she would get no financial support from them unless she did the same. Pressured by bill collectors, Darcy hurtfully agreed. She still talked to Clare in private, and was desperately trying to get cash. It was pure agony to watch my children play, and know that I might never get to see them get married, or go on a first date, or to comfort them after their heart got broken for the first time. It was even more agonizing to look at my wife and know that we would never see our fifteen year anniversary together, and that I would never hold our baby growing inside her.
We lied to Jayden out of love. We were so scared that she would hurt herself again if she found out about my upcoming death. I loved my daughter more than anything else in this world, and I knew that this would kill her. I looked down at the photograph that I had stolen from Jayden's room, looking at us saying goodbye to each other. How was I supposed to say goodbye now? Hot tears burned pathways down my cheeks, and I knew in that moment that I would always love her. I would always love Clare, Jayden, Blake, and baby C. Oh yeah, we called the unborn baby Baby C now. I felt Clare's pale smooth arms wrap around me and I leaned up to kiss her porcelain cheeks. "Baby, it'll all be okay." I whispered into her bobbing cinnamon curls, not sure if I was trying to convince her or me. I held onto her tighter as she sobbed. "We'll all be okay, Blue Eyes. I promise." I said the words that I needed to hear as much as Clare did. Her sapphire eyes gleamed with pain and I laid down on our bed, pulling her into my chest. "E-Eli, I can't live without you!" she sobbed, holding me. I didn't think it was possible, but my heart shattered more. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, but it stayed lodged firmly in place.
"Yes, you can. You have to." I murmured into her ear. "What about the kids? Who'll look after them?" I combed her hair back with my shaking fingers and looked at the girl I had fallen in love with so many years before. Her eyes were weathered with sadness, and her mouth were twisted with a thousand questions neither of us had any answers to. I pressed my lips to her forehead and inhaled in the scent of the woman I loved. How could I ever say goodbye? "Blue eyes, listen to me. I love you and our children more than anything in his world, and that's why I think it's okay that I'm leaving this world." I started off gently. Years of being a playwright were coming in again as I wrote the dramatic ending before the final curtain. "I'll always be with you, I'll always be taking care of you. I will love you forever, even after I'm gone. Even if you can't see me Clare, it doesn't mean I won't be there. I'll be crying with you, and laughing with you. I love you and our babies so much Clare, promise me you'll never feel alone." I held her to my chest as she promised me. She fell asleep on my chest a short while later, and I put my hand to her pregnant belly. "I love you to, Baby C." I murmured, kissing the smooth skin of Clare's stomach. I sighed as I got out of bed, as I walked into Jayden's room. My daughter was asleep in her bed, a small smile on her face. Everything was alright to her. I hope she could handle it whenever I was gone. I pulled out the small silver chain out of the back of my jeans, running the smooth diamonds over with my thumb. I gently placed the diamond angel necklace on her dresser, on top of the picture. I left then, walking into the room of my only son. I kissed his forehead, brushing his curls back. My only son. The phone rang downstairs and I ran to get it, hoping none of the kids would wake up and see me like this. "Hello?" I asked hoarsely. "Eli? It's Adam. I think I can help."
A/N Any guesses? Why is the baby called Baby C? How will Adam help? PLEASE REVIEW!