Longing (Andley & Cinxx)

Andy and I got married on February fourteenth. Our one year old daughter had accompanied us. On her second birthday, she began to have difficulties speaking, and we had to rush her to the hospital. The doctors prescribed a small inhaler, as she had been diagnosed in with asthma.

We made sure she was healthy throughout her life, and I ended up pregnant again when she was around five. We found out he was a boy.

But something went wrong. I had a miscarriage.

I remember the look of anger and pain as Andy held me after my surgery. Our baby hadn't even made it to the world. I felt grief for weeks after, but I had to stay there for Brooke.

I counted as I got older, and we got a call from her school. She was being taken to a nearby hospital. She fell and busted her head on the monkey bars. Andy was quick to get us to the hospital. They had cut her long, blonde hair to stitch up her head. Her eyes had turned out like mine, a soft brown. They were full of tears, and she tore away from the small area they had put her. A child in the waiting room looked surprised as she ran to us, and hugged our legs, crying out one word. Daddies. That was the only word she could form, as her breath quickened. Andy scooped her up, patting her small arms wrap around our necks for comfort. A few mothers glanced sympathetically at us, Andy had excused himself to sigh some stuff. She sat on my lap, sobbing into her neck about how her pretty long hair was gone, and how a boy had pushed her.

I smiled at her. "It's okay, they cut one side. You can be like daddy Andy, and have short hair."

"But I want to keep the rest of my hair!" She wailed, holding onto one side of the blonde locks. "Okay, we'll have it professionally seen to. You can be like me from a few years, alright?" She rubbed her eyes, sniffling, and nodding.

So we did. She have blonde hair in my old shaved half style. Andy pretended to be sad that she didn't want his hair, and she was quick to tell him she would one day. Andy only laughed, and nodded.

We went home, and put her to a nap with some pain medication.

Andy let me on his lap, and he pulled up my shirt. He was looking at my scars, a finger tracing them. "From our baby girl, and our baby boy." He mumbled, and rested his chin on my shoulder. I nodded. "I wish he would have lived. Brooke will need a strong boy to protect her."

"Hey, it's going to be alright, Ash..." Andy kissed my head, staring at the blank t.v..

"It's going to be alright...."

Notes

That was the end! I'm sorry if it was bad, but... yeah.