you guys asked for it!

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Months have passed and my baby bump has grown immensely. I decided I didn't want to know the gender because I wanted a surprise.

I'm due in two months and honestly, I'm nervous about it. I bought myself a small apartment and got a nice job at the mall downtown.

I sit down on my lumpy couch and press the power button on my remote. The news turns on and I sigh. "Great..." I never liked the news. Too boring I guess.

But something caught my eye. 'Crash on 39th street two people injured, one dead'. Yikes. A news reporter comes on screen with a microphone and the incident in the background.

"There has recently been a crash involving three people. The victims names are Kenneth Walter, Mary Walter and C/n C/l/n-" my eyes shoot up, hoping I heard wrong, maybe it's a different guy with the same name. Anything!

My chest immediately tightens up and my heart feels like it's beating out of my chest. "Oh... Oh my g..." I spit out, tears falling down my cheeks rapidly. I listen back in to hear who died.

"Kenneth Walter died almost instantly, though C/n C/l/n has been hospitalized. Mary Walter is in mourning." The news reporter finishes. I turn the television off and jump into my car, taking off for the hospital.

Thoughts erupt in my brain. Last time I've seen C/n was in Walmart.

I burst through the hospital doors and whiff in the stale hospital air. I race to the front desk, most likely looking insane. "I'm looking for C/n C/l/n?" I say, almost like a question. She searches the computers for a few seconds before looking back at me.

"Floor five, room 516." She says incredibly calmly. "Thank you." I say, running towards the stairs, having no time for stupid elevators.

Once I reach the fifth floor, sweating I find his room. "Awe jeez." I mumble, walking in and seeing his lifeless body laying on the bed. My hand clasps onto my mouth as I see he's grown a little facial hair and his hair is slightly longer. He has cuts all over his face and a sling holding up his fractured or broken arm.

His eyes flutter open and widen as they lay on me and my pregnant stomach. "Y/n..." He cracks, tears rolling down his cheeks. My knees go weak and I fall into the small chair beside his bed.

"Oh C/n. I've missed you." I break out, more tears pouring out. He opens his arm, the other one being broken, and embraces me, kissing my forehead.

I reach into my pocket with my free hand and pull out my old ring. "C/n, look." I say, showing him the ring. He takes it from my hand, gets out of bed and goes on one knee. "Y/n Y/l/n, will you re marry me?" He asks, a smile forming on my lips.

"It would be my pleasure." I say, kissing his lips, thinking how good it was considering we haven't in seven months. "I love you." He mumbles in my hair. "I love you too..."

"Mommy, it's my fiwst day of kindowgawden and I'm not weady." My daughter, Winnie says. "I know, ask dad to help, I'm busy." I reply, kissing her forehead.

I've become a journalist for New York Times newspaper which made life much easier. But I've become a little less time bendable.

But I guess that's why I have C/n.

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i really like this part two.