After the heart to heart, if I can call it that, Xander took the pills and fell asleep. I, on the other hand, could not.I sat for hours just staring at him, so many times his face morphed from peace to anguish and from anguish to peace. It hurt me.My heart was broken. It still is.When dawn started to settle in, I spent my time on his laptop till full sunrise. I read up on the email he'd been reading, and a part of me felt guilty for not wanting to take the chemo.The other part of me was still insistent on not taking it. It would be a miserable play for all parties, I know from experience.I felt horrible for being happy and recalling all my favorite memories to my dad when all he could do was lay in his bed, hooked on machines. I ended up getting emotional and stressed, so I shut the laptop and began the day. To get my mind off everything, I had a virtual tour of the institute, then had an interior designer meet me at the house to discuss.After that, I spent time with Noelle as
*Two hours later*"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Grey, it's a healthy baby girl."No words can explain the feeling that is spreading throughout my body. My heart feels so... I just don't know how to describe it.Rosie and I connect eyes, I can see the pure bliss going on behind them like a storm of some sorts, tears stream down her face, and I lean over to wipe them off."You did it, mariposa." I kiss her forehead. Our baby girl's cries fill the entire room, I throw my shirt off and accept her small frame. "8 pounds and 10 ounces," he tells me.Her face is reddened as she cries out, I sit beside Rosie and hand her over. Rosie starts to hiccup as silent tears stream down her face. She runs her finger over our baby's face."Shh-shh baby, mommy and daddy are here." she whispers, looking up at me. She cries even more when she sees me. She reaches out with one hand and wipes away the tears I didn't know I was shedding."We did it," I smile.We hold her for a while longer until the docto
"Xander, man. Open up!" It's Nic. I wonder why he's here."The children are with Julia. Open up brother. What is going on?" he asks, I haven't moved in hours.Qaia is asleep in my arms, her face reminds me so much of Rosie's."If you don't open up the door, I am going to break in." Nic announces, he can't but I don't want him hurting Qaia when the door cracks from the impact, so I stand up and unlock it.He walks in, "you look fucked up." He comments the moment his eyes land on me.I don't respond. I don't have the energy to. "What's wrong man? You've got the kids all worried. And where is Ros-" his sentence dies off when he looks at the bed."Fuck." Tears well up in my eyes again.He pulls my head towards his and connects our forehead, "I'm so sorry." Tears are strolling down both our faces. "I-I don't know what happened. Noelle told me she wasn't breathing and... I just shut down. She can't be gone, Nicholas." I sob harder."I know, man, I know. I'm so sorry." His voice is soft,
*3 years later*Xander's P.O.VI look up from my laptop to see Lucia leaning against my doorframe.It's crazy how she's grown up to look nearly the exact replica of her sister."Hey."I close the device and give her my full attention. "Hi."She scratches her head and gives me a nervous smile, "I-" She stutters as someone behind her clears her throat."We were hoping we could ask you for something." I raise an eyebrow."Well, I'm moving out to college in a few weeks and it's nearly uhm Rosie's memorial day, and we were hoping we could get some things that belonged to Rosaleigh. For memories?"My heart stops for a moment before it continues its job."Haven't you already been doing that for the past three years?" I try to laugh it off even though it's pissed me off every time.Although, Rosie was her sister and she deserves something just as much as I'd love to have kept everything of hers to myself.She hasn't moved things around, I'm grateful for that."I have and I would have continue
21 years prior to current plot...Alone across the leaves filled park in the sandbox kneels down an oblivious, blissful beauty.Inattentive of her surroundings she simply gathers up sand silently to build whatever she can from it.Halfway through her masterpiece what seems like a large rock clashes against her work sending it down into nothing but the sand it used to be.She stares at the mess before her for a minute, then the rock that caused the damage. Gently picking it up she outstretches her arm and opens up her hand, the rock sitting upon her open palm."You dropped this," she whispers in a meek manner, her eyes trained on the ground she waits patiently for the owner to take their belonging and leave her be.The rock is roughly grabbed out of her soft hand, she looks up at the person through her thick lashes waiting for her 'thank you'.Instead she meets ten harsh eyes glaring at her, the leader of the four st
"Rosie, please don't do this. We enjoy having you home." I raise an eyebrow at my best friend.He sets his cup of coffee down and glares at me through the newspaper, he roughly snatches the newspaper from her and trudges up the stairs muttering colourful words in Spanish."Julia viene a hablar con tu amigo!" He yells turning the corner. *Julia come speak sense into your friend!*I quietly snicker to myself and get off the barstool to make us breakfast, since yesterday when I announced I needed a job they've been up my a** about it.Lia walks down the stairs in a pink robe, a green mask covering majority of her face. I set the oil in the pan and begin cracking the eggs.She sits in the place I was in just now and sighs, "The interview is tomorrow isn't it?" She asks tiredly.I nod my head beating the eggs, "You really want to do this don't you?" She clarifies.I nod once more this time setting the toast, Julia sighs heavily evidently tired. "Then... I
f**king s**t."I stumble back from the shed impact, my chest and and stomach start burning up. The first thing I do is pull my soaked shirt away from me body, the white shirt now brown and some steam floating above it."Follando idiota, tienes la camisa empapada. ¿Es tan difícil ver a dónde vas? ¡Ahora tengo una reunión en una hora y mi camisa está empapada por ti! Jesucristo, mocosos ricos." I snap angrily, I shrug off my surprisingly clean blazer and hold it my hand still staring at the mess on me.*F**king idiot, you got my shirt soaked up. Is it so hard to watch where you' re going?! Now I have a meeting in an hour and my shirt is soaked because of you! Jesus Christ, rich brats.*The guy remains quiet, "You know what? Next time why don't you watch where you're f**king going? Is that too hard?" I snap walking around him.As I do that I catch a whiff of his cologne, it's far much enticing than the elevator guy's one. It's a mixture of m
"Rosa? Rosie wake up." I shrug away the hand on my shoulder moaning."Your alarm has been going off for the last fifteen minutes, you're going to be late." My eyes snap open at the announcement.I snap upright and jump out of bed then glance at the clock, "Julia it's four o'clock," I groan."Exactly, come on. What happened to wanting to stay fit?" She asks.I get back into bed and pull the sheets up to cover my face, "that was before I got a job that keeps me on my feet all day.""Really?" She asks, I pull the blanket off and look at her sad face. Every second that I look at her I can see the sadness growing.I get out of bed once more and glare at her, "get your guilt tripping butt out of here I'll meet you downstairs in five."The sadness is immediately replaced by happiness, "did I tell you how much I love you?" I hit her with my pillow, "out!" She laughs walking out of my room. I fall back on the bed sighin