Cruz Beckham imagines

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Y/n's p.o.v

I was still stuck in my daughter's hospital bed as she continued to fight her coma. Cruz came in with Bloodshot eyes and hugged me. "This is it darling," He cried.

"No Cruz, she's still fighting she's just 8," I cried.

"I know Y/n and you heard what they said babe," He sobbed.

I nodded slowly in response. "Oh Baby, your father and I are so thankful to have you and we want you to stay long baby, please. Don't stop fighting okay? Momma and poppa loves you very much," I cried.

We got a short nod and soon she slowly opened her eyes.

"Baby!! Y/d/n!," I exclaimed.

Cruz quickly ran to get the doctor and back. "She's not going to die today right Cruzzie," I questioned.

"I hope," He answered nervously  and hugged me.

"Mr and Mrs. Beckham, Y/d/n has survived but she has to stay here for one more week so we can get her checked up regularly," the doctor smiled.

"Oh Thank God," Cruz exclaimed and kissed me.

We went to our daughter who was still confused. "Mum Dad," she smiled and hugged us both.