AN: Okay, chapter 3's up. That's six more to go meaning the epilogue will be up by...friday. I promise I'll post everyday because the whole thing is already written up (thank god or nothing would happen to this story, I've got finals all next week :/ ) Not going to be fun. Anyways read away!

"Hello? This is Chad Cooper, I wanted to check in on my wife in room 207?" I said in a raspy tired voice.

"Oh yes, I was expecting your call Chad. Let me grab Sonny's chart." Came the ever chipper voice of one of the regular night nurses manning the nurses' station. I was placed on hold and yawned while continuing to bounce up and down gently.

"Shhh," I crooned rocking Bryce in my arms as I saw his face contort in a potential cry. "You're okay little man." I balanced the phone in the crook of my neck and adjusted him so that he was upright against my shoulder blade.

"Chad?" The voice said crackling back onto the line.

"Yes?" I said eager but hesitant.

But somewhere we went wrong

"Her vitals are still in great condition, fluids, heart rate, everything. But there isn't a change yet." I took a deep breath.

"Thank you." I said quieter.

"You're welcome dear. Give that baby a hug for me." She said in a sympathetic tone.

"I will." I hung up and dropped the phone onto my bed where I was standing by.

"Did you hear that buddy? Mrs. Ginny has a hug for you." I cooed holding Bryce a little tighter and squeezing my eyes shut. "And mommy is doing fine."

We were once so strong

"We'll go see mommy again tomorrow, alright? You just need to go to sleep." I glanced at the clock that told me it was almost midnight. "You just need to go to sleep." I said softer and stroking his head that was covered with downy baby hair.

I gave him a couple more minutes of rocking before walking to the baby crib against the wall and laying him down gently.

"I love you Bryce." I whispered before straightening and stretching out my back. I strode back over to my bed before falling down on it still clothed and putting my hands over my face. "God Sonny, I need you back." I said in a strained voice.

Our love is like a song

The alarm blared and switched to the radio playing some sort of early morning jazz. I rolled over and looked at the red digital numbers. 7:00 am. I rolled over and reached for the calendar waiting on my bedside table, picking up the pen beside it and crossing off today's date before counting up all the x's on the calendar.

"Nine days." I whispered to myself, but I wasn't given enough time to let myself cry because a whimper came from the crib. "I'm coming." I groaned pushing myself up and off of my rumpled bed sheets. I busied myself with changing, feeding and calming Bryce, hoping to shake off the bad feelings I get every morning. But it's impossible.

You can't forget it

AN: I know I know, another lamely short chapter. If you've read my other stories Where We Belong and The Chances of Happening, you'll probably think this is super out of characteristic for me. And the thing is, well, it is. I've never really written a sad story before, and thought I might as well try it out. And even though these few chapters have been well under 1,000 words I promise there are some longer ones on the way! Btw, what do you think of spreading out the song fic like this? I've never actaully written a song fic either, but saw the contest and thought I'd give it a shot lol. Back on topic, does it bug you that it's verse by verse? Is it not easy to follow? And does the story I have going on connect to it well enough? (that is my biggest concern) And on that note, thanks for reading? Please leave a review? Thank you! :)

Cheers!

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