Living with the Collins

ALTERNATIVE ENDING

I wanted to write an alternative ending, this one is a bit sad you could say.

I suggest you go re-read chapter TEN - PT 3.

This chapter is going to be continuing on from chapter 10, part 3 where Carter finds out ivy is his daughter.

I REPEAT MYSELF AGAIN, GO RE-READ CHAPTER 10 PART 3. Otherwise, this won't make as much sense.

RECAP FROM CHAPTER 10, PART 3:

Carters POV:

"We've got some bad news and good news." He says before continuing. "The good news is, we managed to get the bullet out."

"And the bad news?" I gulped.

"She's in a coma."

That's when the nurse came running up to me out of breathing.

"I have some good news." She smiled. "Ivy Williams is indeed your daughter."

• • •

It's been months now.

Literally months.

Almost a year and she hasn't woken up.

The doctors keep saying it's going to take time. But how much more time is it going to take? How much longer? How much more am I going to have to wait?

I'm tired.

I'm exhausted.

I feel mentally and physically drained and emotionally broken. All I've been doing is eating, sleeping and looking after my daughter.

My daughter.

It feels weird saying that. My daughter. She's mine. Ivy. She's mine. Being able to call something mine brings a small smile to my face. I look down at the small bundle of joy that's holding me together right now.

If it wasn't for her. I would've most likely been smashed right now. I would've been high off my head and drunk. But I'm not and it's all because of a tiny human called Ivy. Whom, I created.

Well, kind of created, it was a team effort.

Walking out the bedroom and down the stairs towards the small amount of chatter coming from the living room. My mother immediately takes Ivy from my arms and begins to make small baby faces and sounds as Caden looks at her weirdly.

He and Eli share a look before shrugging and turning back around.

"How is she?" A voice to my right asks me.

I assumed he was talking about the love of my life who laid in a hospital bed fighting for her life these past few months and I've been able to do absolutely nothing about it.

"Same old." I shrug answering Danny's question before turning my attention to my phone. Sitting down next to Elijah. He looks up at me as if he's trying to read my face, but when he doesn't find anything he turns back around and looks towards the tv.

"She's going to wake up." He whispers quietly. To me, it sounds like he's trying to give himself hope more then he's trying to give me.