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"Ian wake up." Erin sniffled and Ian turned to her. She was sitting up in bed, it was about 7 in the morning.
"What do you need, Pip?"
"Ian needs to eat, I can get up...will you feed him?" she asked trying her best to stop her tears from flowing.
"Of course, Babe."
"Thank you, Zip." she yawned and then laid her head back down.
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"What do you want to eat, kiddo?"
"I want fruity loops like you, daddy!"
"OK."
"Daddy? Why was mommy crying bad?"
"Because Mommy was upset about something, but mommy's OK now."
"Oh, Ok...."little Ian replied as he sat at the breakfast table. Ian stared at his son as he ate, and all he could do in that moment, was thank God for him.
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Erin covered her eyes in heavy mascara and liner and her face with blush. She hadn't covered her face like that in awhile...she nor Ian had been, 'gothic,' per say, since the baby had been born...but she was so down...who could blame her?
"Good morning Mommy!" Ian yelled and she gave a wan smile. She looked at Ian, her eyes heavy. He stood and embraced her, as Ian went to pick at his fruit loops again. He held her tight, her stomach pressed against him.....this wasn't fair to her...he hated to see her so upset....and he knew there was one thing he could do....