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Angel Reffertly entered the small hospital room where the small blonde lay. Closing the door silently behind him, he turned towards the bed with bloodshot eyes, focusing on her face and on her now-flat stomach where their child had resided less than fifteen hours before. Swallowing roughly, Angel walked towards the bed, sitting down hard in the seat next to her bed. Taking her hand, Angel sighed sadly and felt more tears well in his eyes as thoughts of what their life could have been like if they had a child. His fingers danced across her belly as his others stroked the palm of her hand. The baby would have been growing inside of her right there. Life at its best. The doctor had told him that they would have had a boy if they hadn’t been the accident. They would have had a little boy to take care of. Someone for themselves. A family. But, that dream was gone. Kissing his girlfriend’s knuckles lightly, Angel felt them twitch slightly. His eyes flew to her face and saw her piercing green eyes staring back at him. Smiling sadly, Angel kissed her hand, the fingers to his other hand continually stroking her belly softly. "Hey," he said softly. A tear slipped out the corner of her eye and Angel reached forward to wipe it away. "Angel..." Buffy Summers whispered sadly, capturing his hand in hers and holding it to her chest. Angel’s heart broke at the incredible sadness he saw in her eyes. The desperation and regret and guilt. A lump formed in the back of his throat when he felt his own tears start to stream down his face. Kissing her hand once more, Angel leaned forward, resting his hand on her empty stomach. He saw her swallow roughly and heard a sob escape her throat. Angel freed both of his hands from her grasp and placed them on her belly where he lay. Rubbing his face into the thin hospital gown over her skin, Angel gave into his wants and started crying on his lover. "Oh, God, Buffy, we lost him. He’s gone..." Smiling sadly, he looked up into his surprised lover’s eyes. "The doctor said that we would have had a little boy. A little guy...so small and helpless... gone all because of that asshole..." Anger filled Angel at the thought of the drunk driver that had rammed into the passenger side of their car as they had passed through an intersection. Right where Buffy had been sitting. Having sustained a mild concussion, Buffy had awoken to the news that she had been pregnant...and was now not. The guy that had hit them was sitting in a jail cell right now, having been arrested for driving drunk. Buffy breathed in shakily, wondering what life would have been like if that guy hadn’t hit them. Lifting her hand, she ran her fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck, her fingers scraping against his scalp as his hot tears wet the hospital gown she wore. Feeling her own tears start to flow down her cheeks, Buffy traced his cheek with her other hand, her fingernail grazing him gently as she attempted to wipe away the many tears on his face. "Angel?..." Buffy said softly, keeping her eyes on her hand. Angel studied her face. "What if...what if I...I can’t have another little baby?" "Don’t think that way, baby. Of course you can have another little boy or girl. I know you can." "How-" "I just do." Angel kissed her stomach softly, wishing he had known what if felt like to feel the slight bulge in her stomach that he had failed to notice before. In all the time he had touched her, he hadn’t noticed anything. Buffy hadn’t even began to get sick yet, or show any signs that she had any idea she was pregnant. He looked up at Buffy with love in his eyes. "What should we call him?" Buffy’s eyes widened and she knew immediately what she wanted to call him. She had always thought about what she would call her children and a boy’s name had always popped out at her. "Christopher Liam," she said softly. Angel nodded. "It’s great..." Nuzzling her belly, Angel’s eyes made contact with hers again, his eyes shiny with tears. "I love you." Buffy smiled, choking back a sob. "I love you, too." "Never again..." he whispered, closing his eyes and once again giving into his sadness and sobbing against her stomach. "Never again..." "Never again," Buffy said softly in response, cupping his face and cradling him against her, promise filling her tone. Never again, they promised each other. They would make another baby. Never again would they lose someone. Never again. The End l be kind, rewind l back to top l
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