A Melwood Miracle

Chapter 2

Chris POV

Later that day, everyone poured in. It started with Kristin and Jessica who brought Oliver. After I got Oliver seated with some toys, I walked over to them and pulled them away from the room. I looked straight into their eyes trying not to cry more. They were both on edge and could barley wait for me to speak, but honestly I wasn't sure what to say.

"Mel, is in surgery and all I know is it has something to do with the baby." I took a deep breath, looking from my feet and back to them. I felt a tear drop down my face. "They don't think she'll make it." I said as my voice broke.

I every piece of hope that filled me hoped they were wrong, but I couldn't give them the only thing I had left. They needed to know the truth.

They both looked devasted and utterly destroyed. We stood there just looking at each other with despair and sadness. "I don't want to tell Oliver, yet." I told them. They both nodded trying to clean themselves up to present a better front.

Then, Melissa's parents walked in. My parents were not too far behind them. I look at each of their expressions and I only saw anguish in their eyes. They looked desperate for good news that I didn't have. I only have the bad.

"She's in surgery, now." They both wait for me to say more. I didn't want to say anything else. I couldn't. I couldn't tell them that I couldn't help her.

I leave it at that and move over to Oliver. He's playing with his toys, but I know him well, he's also trying to ease drop and listen to conversations, he gets that from his mother. He thinks no one notices him listening, but I do. I always could tell with Mel, she was not convincing nor did she have a good poker face.

"Dad!" He said shocked to see me, again, and trying to act like he wasn't just trying to listen to his aunt's conversation.

"Hey, bud."

"Where's mom?" He said putting down his toys and looking up at me as I sat in the next seat. I couldn't look at him though. I just couldn't. My eyes paused on the ground and my elbows rested on my knees. I cleared my throat and tried to keep my sobs in. "Is everything okay, dad?" He said after a minute or so of me saying nothing.

I felt my pain return, she was fighting to stay alive, and I had to be here and not be selfish. Our son was here confused and alone. I feel my head turn to him; my eyes slightly wet from the tears. I smile softly to let him know that it's okay. He smiles back at me, but it breaks me more.

Oliver has her smile. Her prefect eyes and smile. He had my awful nose, but he was her. He had dirty blonde hair, but every time he smiled you knew he believed everything was great and he got that from Melissa. My Melissa.

I'm so caught up in my own thoughts that I have to jerk myself out of it to see Oliver still looking up at me. I wasn't going to lie to him. I told myself as my mouth started to open and as I was about to tell him the whole truth and nothing less, there's a voice that comes from the end of the room.

"Mr. Wood, Melissa's husband?" I turn quicker then light and I see a doctor in the doorway of the ER waiting room. Hi expression shows its good news. I feel myself stand and walk towards him knowing there was nothing good coming now.