A/N To my readers- I AM SO SORRY! My life has been Hell lately and I'm sorry I haven't been updating. Please REVIEW! It's what I live for, I love your reviews!
Eli's POV
"Eli? It's Adam. I think I can help." The phone froze in my hand and my body stiffened. No one could help me now. "What are you talking about Adam?" I asked gruffly. I wasn't in the mood for this, I had a limited number of heartbeats to spend with my family. "I'll explain whenever I get over there." Adam said hurriedly. The phone went dead in my hand and I slid it back into it's cradle. Why was he torturing me like this, giving me false hope? I was a goner already. I walked numbly into our kitchen and went to the top cupboard, higher than where the kids could get. I pulled out a bottle of bourbon and poured a glass. The first burning sip took the edge off, and I stopped there. My knuckles whitened as I squeezed the glass. As it was about to shatter I put it onto the counter. I abandoned it, walking up the steps to the nursery. I opened the door gently, walking into the light pink painted room. Her crib was pushed against the wall, opposite of the changing table and rocking chair. Shelves were lined next to the crib, already stored with books and diapers and pacifiers. I grabbed a small stuffed rabbit off the shelf and collapsed into rocking chair. I gazed at the room around me, at the crib where my baby would sleep. The baby I would never get to know.
I looked down at the yellow rabbit, gently tracing its button eyes with my thumb. Why me? Why would my children have to grow up fatherless? Why would I never get to hold my unborn daughter? I had to stand by and watch as my life was slowly sucked away. It was the cruelest torture I could ever imagine to watch my wife's belly get bigger, knowing I would never get to see the baby underneath. And Clare, oh my Blue Eyes. How could I leave her? She had been my sole purpose of living since I was a teenager. My whole world had already crashed around me, and I had to let them pick up the pieces and rebuild. I let the rabbit drop from my hands and took a piece of paper and a pen out of my pocket. I glanced up at the moon outside the baby's window before beginning the letter to the child I would never know.
Dear Baby C,
This is Eli, your dad. I wanted to tell you that even though I never got to meet you, I love you more than anything in this world. I want you to have the best life you can, I want you to be the happiest child alive. I'm sorry that you have to do that without a father. I'm sorry I'll never get to walk you down the aisle, sorry that I'll never get to see your prom dress, or get to wipe your tears away. I want to tell you that no matter hard life is, I'll always be with you. I'll be there whenever you cry, and laugh, and smile. I'll be watching you on your wedding day, I'll see you play with your brother and sister. Just because you can't see me, doesn't mean I'm not there. I need you to remember that I will always love you, even after I'm gone. Never forget it.
With eternal love,
Dad.
A tear hit the piece of paper I wiped my eyes furiously. I folded the paper and walked up to the small music box on the shelf. It was embroidered with jewels, given to Clare from Darcy whenever she found out she was pregnant again. Clare had decided to keep it in the baby's room and give it to the baby. I lifted up the lid and sounds of A Summer Place filled the room. I placed the letter on the felt interior and sighed, shutting the lid. I heard my front door open and went downstairs to greet Adam. Adam sat on my couch, bouncing up and down from excitement. "What's up, Adam?" I asked, impatient. I had a wife to get back to. "I can help you man." He said. Wordlessly, he got up and handed me a check for eighty thousand dollars.
*The next morning*
My surgery was next week. Adam had asked Fiona's parents for money, and they had given it to him without even blinking. I couldn't have been more grateful. I cried after Adam gave me the check, and hugged him. We talked for about an hour, after waking up Clare and telling her the news. She had literally kissed Adam (don't let your mind wander, it was brother-sister kiss) and had made Adam leave so that way we could celebrate. Our celebration was very…sexy, to say the least. Clare was glowing as she made pancakes and Jayden and Blake were reading a book on the couch. I got up from my chair and walked up the steps. "Eli, where are you going?" Clare asked me, her blue eyes wide. She was still very attached to me, still scared. "I just need to do something, Blue Eyes. I'll be right back, my love." I soothed her, walking into the baby's room. I ripped open the lid to the music box and pulled out the letter. I opened the window and flicked my lighter against the paper. Flames licked up my heartfelt words and the ashes floated to the ground. The baby didn't need the letter to tell her how much I loved her, I would tell her myself.
A/N REVIEW! Eli's surgery, baby birth next chapter! Chapter after that: Conflict with the Torres's? Tell me what t name the baby I have no ideas. REVIEW!