Chapter 36
Emery
I instantly run down the empty hallway, ignoring the guards that has been guarding this floor; just
incase someone barges in to sabotage us. Things are slightly different now, us, royalties aren''t able to
be in public for too long because we worry about our safety.
My legse to a halt as I see Evelyn and my mother wiping away their fallen tears while Andrea tries
his best to soothe her—then, I''m noticed by them. I make my way towards them, realising that I''mte.
''''Let me see her,'''' I say, trying to get inside.
But, Evelyn stopped me before I could.
''''The doctors are in with her; she''s going through surgery and it''ll be quite long,'''' She mutters from
behind, making me look at her in confusion. Then, realisation hits me once more; our baby.
''''No. This can''t be,'''' I breathe out in disbelief. ''''What did the doctors say, Evelyn? What did they say
about her? What about the baby? What the hell is going on? God, I can''t—'''' I am left gasping for air;
my heart has never felt this much of a pain or suffer.
''''Emery, I''m so sorry,'''' She hesitates to say.
''''It''s all my fault,'''' I mutter under my breath; loud enough for me to hear. This is all my fault, indeed
because if I was there, we wouldn''t be here.
With no hope or opportunity, I fall onto the ground before leaning my head against the wall. My mind
can only think of Emma and our baby; the baby that we were going to raise, a child of our own. That
was the beginning of our happiness—a miracle.
I close my eyes, hoping this is just a nightmare.
''''We should get a puppy,'''' She says, her lips curving up into a smile as she stares deeply into my eyes.
As for me, I can''t help but agree; the way her beauty just melts me in every way possible. It''s crazy.
''''A puppy, huh?'''' I question, caressing her cheek.
''''I''ve always wanted a Siberian Husky. They''re alert, outgoing, gentle, friendly and even intelligent. It''ll
be great to have morepany around,'''' She mutters. Without me realising, she has already pulled me
to sit up straight so that she can sit on myp.
Her brown eyes are staring directly into mine.
I lean forward to kiss her on the lips, feeling the warmth and the softness of it. She responds back by
kissing me gently; following the rhythm. Both of her hands are on my neck, pulling me closer.
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''''Daddy!'''' We are interrupted by our little girl, running and heading towards us with a flower in her hand
as she giggles—catching our attention.
My heart warms at the sight of her as she sits beside me before letting me pull her so that she''ll be able
to sit on myp after Emma has moved away. Her light brown eyes and light brown hair are radiant due
to the sun shining brightly above her head.
''''I want a puppy too,'''' She giggles, smiling.
''''Mummy must''ve talked to you to persuade me, huh? Now, both of you wants a puppy,'''' I raise an
eyebrow at my wife, seeing that she''s currently chuckling at my behaviour. As for our daughter, she
won''t stop poking my face and smiling widely.
She''s known for that; beautiful smile.
''''Please, daddy. Can we get a puppy?'''' Her big round eyes are always tempting me to give in. She
would know what to do or how to do when she wants something; she always achieve it. I can never say
no to a beautiful little girl like her—it''s crazy how having a daughter or even a child, changes
everything.
''''Of course we can. In fact, we''ll get one today,'''' I reply and she starts to jump up and down after tucking
the flower behind my ear; making me look like one of her dolls. Emma won''t stopughing once she
sees me looking like this but hey, I like it.
My baby girl starts to hug me around the neck, making me pat onto her back before pulling her close.
Then, ''''I love you, daddy.'''' She whispers.
I look up at my wife, seeing her eyes tearing up but her smile never fading away. Once I''ve reached for
her hand, I begin squeezing it, ''''I love you more,'''' I answer; stating the truth, loud and clear.
''''Let''s go get a puppy!'''' She exims, happily.
Emma and Iugh at her behaviour, realising how she''s much more like her mother. The way her eyes
are always attracting people and how her small little nose just makes her look cute; she''s adorable. My
daughter is an adorable, beautiful, girl.
And I''m more than thankful to have two beautiful girls in my life—my wife and my daughter.
''''Your Highness?'''' I am awaken by the sound of someone calling out which causes me to look around
and see that mother has left; leaving Evelyn and I.
I immediately stand up straight, gesturing for the doctor to continue on speaking. Evelyn smiles at me
before patting onto my back, ''''I''ll be back in a couple of hours, okay?'''' She says, pecking onto my
cheek as she walks away down the hall; leaving me.
''''How''s my wife? Is she okay? Our baby?'''' I ask.
The doctor clears his throat as he looks down at the ground before looking back up at me, ''''I''m sorry,
Your Highness, but we weren''t able to save your baby. Your wife was bleeding badly and it affected the
baby,'''' He replies, sympathy showing in his eyes.
''''But your wife is inside, waiting for you. She is stable and healing,'''' He continues before walking down
the hall and leaving me thinking of the dream I had minutes ago and the reality that I''m facing.
Without further ado, I head inside, seeing that I''m greeted with a beeping sound; making me turn to see
Emmaying on the bed with her eyes closed. My lips curving up into a smile at the sight of her but
sadness consumes me when I realise that it''s just her.
Emma opens her teary eyes, slowly.
''''Hey,'''' I mutter under my breath, loud enough.
She smiles back, slightly. ''''Hi,'''' Her voice low and sounded like she was in pain. The way her face is
pale; no colouring from it—almost kills me. I''ve never seen her like this and it scares of losing her.
Once I''m close enough, I grab onto her hand after sitting on the seat near the bed; seeing that she''s
just staring at me—something showing in her eyes. We''re both thinking of something and it''s too
painful.
''''I''m d you''re okay,'''' I kiss onto her forehead, long and full of meanings. I''m more than d that she''s
okay because I don''t know what I''d do if I lose her.
All of a sudden, she starts to tear up. Both of her eyes are teary before the tears are actually streaming
down her cheeks; making me wipe away with my thumb as I stand, trying tofort her. Trying to
soothe her pain because it''s hurting me, too. We''re hurting.
''''This is all my fault,'''' She says, voice breaking.
I frown, ''''No. Don''t say that, please,'''' I reply.
Without me realising, tears have streamed down my cheeks but I immediately wipe them away;
wanting to show how I''m strong enough to face this when I''m not so that she can face it too
Without me realising, tears have streamed down my cheeks but I immediately wipe them away;
wanting to show how I''m strong enough to face this when I''m not so that she can face it too. We''ll face
it.
It''s very impossible for us to move on but we''ll try.
Minutes have passed of her cries breaking the silence yet I show no signs of stopping her. She can cry
it all out because her sadness is mine, too. Tears keep on falling down my cheeks and I don''t bother
wiping them away—this is just too much to bare.
Days before all of this disaster started to happen, we were very excited for our baby even though we
knew that it''d be a long journey. We didn''t mind.
My heart clenches at the memory, weeks ago:
''''We don''t even know the gender, yet.'''' I say, looking at the clothes that mother has picked out. She has
been truly excited about her uing grandchild that she went to shop for newborn clothing.
''''That''s why I''ve bought white in almost everything so that when the two of you find out about the baby''s
gender, it''ll be fine. White fits a baby boy or a baby girl,'''' She replies as she smiles widely at Emma.
''''Right. Thank you,'''' Emma mutters as she snuggles closer towards me; while I ce my hand on her
baby bump—our child is growing in there and I can''t wait to see the beauty that she or he will be.
''''I love you,'''' She whispers as she snuggles.
''''I love you, more.'''' I say back, smiling.
We wouldn''t be far from sixteen weeks pregnant but I guess the counting has stopped. Both of my
arms are wrapping soothingly around her body, trying my best to calm her down so that she''ll be okay.
Even, if she''s still hurting, at least she''ll be okay.
''''I want our baby, Emery.'''' She breathes, her cries are slowing down as she tries to control her
breathing. My heart breaks at the sight of her wet cheeks and her swollen red eyes because it feels like
I''m not capable of doing anything; I feel hopeless, somehow.
''''Me too,'''' I mutter as she snuggles closer.
''''I''m not strong,'''' She cries out.
Neither am I, sweetheart. Neither of us.
I''ve never realised that I would be facing this kind of pain especially not now—when we were both
happy about our first child. Things arepletely different from what we expected and it''s slowly, killing
us deeply inside that it''s impossible for us to breathe properly.
Where should I turn? How?
Losing my child is an unbearable pain but seeing my wife, crying her soul out and breaking apart feels
like being stabbed multiple times; I''ve vowed to be there for her, care and love her but why does it feel
like I''m only bringing us misery?
We''ll make it through this pain. Probably not tomorrow or next week and even next year but we''ll make
it through—this will be a part of our memory, a memory that we shall always remember because it
makes us strong. We''ll be able to face other.
''''We''ll be okay,'''' I whisper, soothingly.
''''We''re going to be okay,'''' I repeat.
If only I''m capable of showing the amount of sadness, I''d be falling onto the ground with nothing
holding me back but I have to be strong for her. She has to see that I''ll do anything for and only her.
I close my eyes and continue to let the tears stream down my cheeks, making me try hard to hold back
the sobs and the aching pain in my chest but it''s hard.