Hey my little oatmeal cookies! I am currently driving to my grandmas house so I have a ton of time to write! I already posted the Adrian one (hoped you liked it) so I hope I can actually finish another chappie of this one then finish a Caleo proposal story! That's another thing, comment on who's proposals you want! I'm not so sure I want to go though another traumatic disclaimer though. So I thought I would just-
Travis: Hey Sil
Me: oh great
Connor: what? You didn't miss us?
Me: no
Travis *pouty face* what! I thought you loved us!
Me: *sighs* Katie...
Travis: you know what, I gotta go- BYE!
Connor: *laughing his butt off*
Me: I can still call Miranda...
Connor: she doesn't own us *runs away*
Me: much better!
Gracie POV
"I'm so sorry..." I continued to sob quietly, tears streaking my cheeks.
"Gracie..." Hands were on my shoulders.
"Go away, Matt."
I could almost feel my husband nodding behind me.
The doctor kneeled in front of me but I barely noticed. My baby... She was gone...
"I assume you need some time alone." I nodded slowly.
The sound of the door closing jolted me awake. I turned on the lights and peeked out the door. No one was there. I stepped out quietly and walked down the hallway. When I was out of the hospital, I ran. Faster then I ever have. I didn't care what happened. I lost my baby and it was because of me. I ran to Central Park and began to sob quietly. I collapsed on the ground and cried, all through the cold night.
When I woke up, I was on a bench in the park. I was alone. The events of the past day came back to me like a storm.
I dried my tears and stumbled around the park till I heard sobbing.
"I'm s-so sorry, Leo..."
"Sunshine. You know it's not your fault..." I looked through the the bushes to see a carmel haired girl in the arms of a Latino man. They looked about 26.
"I- I wanted to make our family bigger but I only made it smaller."
"Callie, you know the miscarriage has nothing to do with you."
Hearing the word only made me sadder.
"Callie, I know we learned about the baby dying a couple of weeks ago, so..."
Suddenly a man walked in holding a small boy's hand.
Leo went over and picked him up while the man went away.
"Leo..."
"Callie, his name is Callin. He needs a home."
Calypso's eyes began to fill with tears. "You mean... He's ours?"
Leo nodded and held Calypso's hands. "He is if you want him to be."
Calypso stretched her arms out to the boy and he said something that broke my heart. "Mommy?"
Calypso began to cry and scooped the little boy up. "Yes, Mommy."
I knew then, I needed to go home.