💔Dear Damian💔

Getting married and having babies was something I had always dreamed of...

A house is full of babies that'll wear me out but make me happy, beautiful, and adorable babies.

And so m, at 26 I met this amazing man, Damian. He worshipped the ground I walked on. He was everything I ever wished for.

Our love was like a whirlwind. It swept us off our feet and in no time, we got married.

Damien was the most amazing husband anyone could ever ask for. I found the love of my life... He did too.

He was loving, caring, and compassionate... He never wanted to see me sad... And I was never sad.

We were a couple envied by the singles, the engaged, and the married. 

Three years into our marriage, I was yet to have a baby. Damian was never worried because he felt that when the time was right, a baby would come to us.

I felt he wasn't as obsessed as I was with kids.

I dragged him to different hospitals where we ran a series of tests. We swallowed known and unknown pills. He never complained. He'd do anything to make me happy.

Finally... Finally, I took in. I became pregnant. I felt complete... I felt whole. Our joy knew no bounds.

The ultrasound revealed the gender to be a boy.

We went baby shopping together. We got useful and useless things.

Damien would pet me till I got mad at him.

He quit his over-demanding job to take up a less demanding one just so he could be home most of the time to take care of me and our unborn child.

We picked baby names together.

"Let's name him "Jace or Jason or..." I was excited.

What more could I ask for?

Eight months into my pregnancy, we were on our way to the hospital for my antenatal.

That morning, my hormones kicked in and I was being slightly nasty to my husband. He calmed me down and tried to make me feel better.

We laughed at the tantrum I threw and Damien drove us to the hospital.

I remember he'd said something funny and I began to laugh. He threw his head back to laugh too. I wish he didn't...

We heard the crash before we saw the big truck.

Damien let go of the steering wheel to shield me from the shattering glasses.

I had hit my stomach against the dashboard before that, though.

The broken glasses pierced his back... Some pierced me... my stomach.

We were bleeding profusely. I tried to raise my head to look at Damien, to make sure he was okay, but I couldn't move a limb.

The last thing I remember is holding my husband's bleeding body tightly. I wonder how since I couldn't move a limb.

I refused to let him go till the ambulance arrived.

I passed out but woke up in time to see us in a hospital and see my husband being rushed into an ER. I grabbed the hand of the doctor pushing the stretcher on which I lay, 

"Save my husband", I pleaded with the last strength I had "Save my son", I cried.

They told me they would save my husband and my son... They told me we would all be fine...

They lied to me. They lied...

They had to perform an emergency CS on me to bring out my baby to save him.

When they placed him in my trembling arms, he wasn't crying... He wasn't breathing...

I cradled him and sang softly to him for hours. It helped me to pretend he was only sleeping.

But deep down, I knew...

I turned to the doctor and asked;

"Damien isn't coming, is he?" my voice was barely a whisper... I knew he wasn't coming...

It's been six months now and after months of waiting, I finally saw my husband and my son.

He was holding my son and he hugged me so lovingly and told me how much he loved me. He reassured me that everything was going to be fine.

I'd never been happier but I knew... I knew that I'd have to wake up soon.

I never wanted to leave them there but it was getting late and the graveyard gates were about to be closed...

Dear Damien, you promised to be with me forever... You kept to your word! Take care of our son...

THE END