A/N I'm so sorry I haven't updated, guys! My computer was broken for most of the summer, and since I did cyber school, I had to wait for my school to send me a new one! I'll try to write as much as I can, thank you to all of my fans! PLEASE review!
Eli's POV:
I was lying in my hospital bed, trying to keep my hands from shaking. My wife sat on the chair next to the bed, but she stared off into the distance. Her blue eyes looked dull and lifeless, and the little emotion I could see revealed only terror. Her bottom lip was trembling slightly, and I watched as her smooth perfect teeth bit down on her quivering lip. I gently took my finger and slid my thumb along her mouth, marveling it. Would I ever get the chance to kiss her again? I pushed myself onto my elbows and pressed my lips to hers. Over all the years we spent together, Clare and I had shared many kisses. The passionate kind, the quick kind, the comforting kind, and the desperate kind. This kiss was different. This kiss wasn't reassuring, even though maybe it should have been. It was gentle on the surface, our lips moving together in perfect unison, and as our arms wrapped around each other, a poetry of limbs. Clare shivered against me and I felt the burning need underneath our gentle embrace. The burning passion leaked into the kiss and then it was rougher, harder. When we finally broke apart, Clare's eyes were wide and I saw a shining in them that I loved. It was more than just physical need now, it was purely emotional. I stared into her eyes, now shining with tears, as the doctor walked in. "Mr. Goldsworthy? It's time to leave now. Are you fully aware of the procedure?" He asked me gently. I nodded stiffly. I kissed my wife again gently, pressing my hand against her belly, and flashed her a ghost of my old smirk. "See you soon, blue eyes. Stay out of trouble." I turned to the doctor and lowered myself into the wheelchair he was holding out for me. I glanced back at my wife, who still had her arms held out as if I was still in them. She stared after me, holding my gaze, refusing to let go.
Even after many walls separated us, my mind was still on Clare. Even as the doctor explained to me the procedure of the surgery; repairing collapsed lung, using new kind of stitches that deteriorate after time to help air flow, removing cancer from other lung with a lengthy procedure, repairing now cancer-less lung, and then re stitching; all I could think of was Clare and my babies. I was currently lying on a stretcher that was sitting on a metal slab where the surgery would occur. I remember Clare lying on one just like this whenever Blake had made his unexpected arrival into our lives two months early. Clare had been bleeding so badly, we thought she might have miscarried. Nurses, interns, and surgeons went about, preparing everything as I stared into the bright light above me. How could I do this? Just lie here knowing I could die, never see my family again? A pain bloomed in my chest, a hollow sickening feeling. I knew immediately that I would be going to Hell, because wherever my family was would be Heaven. My Atheist mind almost wavered for a moment, as I considered praying to God. It had helped Clare all of those years, and no doubt she was praying now. "Mr. Goldsworthy? Are you ready to begin?" The surgeon asked. I inhaled deeply-barely noticing the pain it caused my lungs-and thought of my family. Clare, Jayden, Blake, my baby girl. "Yes." I whispered, not sure who I was trying to convince, the surgeon or me. "We're going to put this mask on you Mr. Goldsworthy. I know how difficult it's going to be, but breathe in deeply, and cunt backwards from ten so that way we'll know whenever you're unconscious." They lowered a mask that had originally been used for oxygen, but now had a metallic scent and flavor to it. I let my thoughts, maybe my last invade my head. "Ten." Clare. I loved her so much. . Her blue, perfect eyes. "Nine." Jayden, my beautiful baby girl. The way she smiled up at me on the way home from the hospital. "Eight." Blake, my first son. His dark curls and green eyes, the way he laughed whenever I pushed him on his backyard swing, his hands reaching up for the sky. "Seven." My unborn daughter, the little girl I might not meet. Clare would take care of her. "Six." I whispered, and my whole body floated into unconsciousness.
Adam's POV:
Clare sobbed the entire way home in my car, and my heart was breaking for her. Clare had been my friend since high school, and it caused me pain to see her cry. I felt sick, pressing my hand to my stomach. So this is what Fiona must feel like after she's done drin-I stopped myself. Thinking about that only tortured me more. Besides, she was going to therapy. She would be better soon, right? Eli was going to find her another AA meeting soon, and then… Eli. Oh God, my best friend. Why? Why did it have to be him? Clare's sobs broke into my thoughts as she choked out words. "W-Why would God want to t-take E-Eli away from me? Eli is so p-perfect, so wonderful, what did he do to d-deserve this?" Clare stuttered. I pulled my car over to the side of the road and put it in park. I removed my seat belt and put my arms around Clare. "God has a twisted sense of humor, Clare." I said gently into her curls. "But it'll all be okay." I whispered. Clare looked up at me, and I felt more pain when I saw the total agony in her eyes. She stopped shaking as much, and leaned back into her seat. She placed a hand over her stomach. "You know what Mother Teresa said?" She whispered to me. "God only gives me what He thinks I can handle. I only wish He didn't trust me so much."
Eli's POV
I woke up, stiff and sore and full of medication. Clare and Adam were next to my bed, Clare crying in to her hands a little whenever she saw that I was awake. "Oh my God, Eli!" she cried as I reached for her. I wrapped my arms around her and she held onto me. "Oh, Blue Eyes." Hot tears poured down my face as I kissed Clare's porcelain cheeks. "Thank God you're okay." She gasped as she held onto me. Adam smiled wryly in his chair, his eyes somewhat teary. "She wouldn't even let me take her home, Eli. She made me drive her right back here." He chuckled, and then rubbed Clare's back soothingly. Our eyes met and I mouthed two words to him. 'Thank you.' He smiled, and then nodded, leaving the room. "I think you need some alone time. I'll be back later, alright?" He turned in the doorway, looking back at us. "Ah, by the way man, I'm really glad you pulled through." He smirked and walked out. I held Clare in my arms for a few more hours and I just told her how much I loved her. When the doctor finally came in, he told me I would need to stay for a week and then come in every two days for three weeks to get tests and shots. I nodded numbly, just amazed that I was lucky even to stay with Clare.
Two weeks later.
Eli's POV
I was sore, and it was painful, but I was home. I had just gotten home from tests and shots and Clare was curled up on the couch with me. The kids had gone to school, it was their last day and then it would be summer for them. I had found a work-from-home job where I could send in essays and articles into various newspapers for an incredible amount of money. They even asked me to write a book to be published. "What time to the kids get home?" she asked me. I checked my watch. "In three hours or so, but they were going to go over to Darcy's after school to give us some alone time." I murmured, gently nibbling on her earlobe. She giggled, but then sighed, pushing me away slightly. She grimaced and then exhaled. "That's great, actually." She said, her voice strained. "Because I think my water just broke."
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