Two babies

“What was the reason?” I said quietly, even though I was ashamed of myself for feeling anything but pity at a dying man. 

Especially when he was the father of my son.

“You were happy with Ophelia those first four months after that first night, so why would you be searching for me?”

He squeezed my fingers in his, “It appeared that way. But I was not happy.”

“Ophelia would really love to hear this,” I said sarcastically. “Why be with a woman and marry her if you are unhappy with her?”

He turned his head to look at me now, “You are supporting her now?”

“She is a woman, so I hate this for her. But no.” 

“Why are you with Sullivan? You are not happy.”

I frowned, offended that he would make assumptions about something that he had no idea about. “Don’t project, Blaine, I am not unhappy with Kan.”

“You are not unhappy, but are you happy being with him?” he said, and I could not give any quick, sharp retorts even though I would have really loved to.

He winced and he became paler, 

“Are you Ok?” I asked with a gasp. He nodded, and his head fell back down, well, to my chest. 

The irony was anything but amusing. Not even a gun to my head would have forced me into this position with Blaine, but here we were, clinging to each other.

“Tell me about Oliver. What is he like?” He asked, and I smiled despite the drop of tears that ran down the side of my eyes.

“Your eyes. That was the most haunting thing he could have had. He came out with your eyes.” I said, and I heard him chuckle into my shirt.

“What is it?” 

“That’s the only thing Olivia got from me too,” he responded quietly, and then his voice became sad again, “I am scared. I am scared for both of them.”

“We’ll get out of here,” I said with a strong conviction I did not feel at all. 

I felt his hand on my side again, as if I was the one who needed soothing.

“What else?” He said finally.

“He has blonde hair, and is already a little daredevil. Kan calls him a bandit.” I smiled at the memory, and wondered where Kan was now. 

He must have heard of the accident and my sudden disappearance, and he must be tearing his hair out if I knew him well.

If I died here, it would break Kan forever. 

He was barely holding up, and was still scarred after losing his twin brother suddenly a few years ago. 

I am the only person he has felt any type of affection for after that, if I died too?

“Ruby must be so happy about that. She nagged that you had not get her hair all those years ago,” he said, and I stiffened, suddenly feeling overstimulated. 

It was always weird anytime I thought that he was there when I was born, although he was just a teenager.

It sent goosebumps up my skin that I was his girlfriend’s affair baby, and now I was the mother of his child.

“My mother never met him,” I said. And felt his hand in mine stiffen. 

For one absurd moment, I feared that Blaine had gone unconscious, and my heart began beating fast till I heard him say.

“Did Ruby die too?” his whispering voice trembled.

“Mhm.” were the only words I could get out. 

“Ariel!” He called with feeling, and I knew he would have turned his head up to look at me, but it seemed strength was slowly slipping out of him, and I found myself squeezing his fingers and saying a silent prayer in my heart even though I never prayed.

Now that I was faced with the possibility, I no longer wanted my son to grow up without his real father like I did. 

This did not in any way demeaning how much Kan had come to love him, and how much of a protective and involved father he was, but I wanted Oliver to experience Blaine too, even if just in private.

“I know you want me to find answers myself.” His voice came out low now. “I swear I would have, but I am not sure that I will have the time to now.”

“Stop jinxing this. We will get help. We will get out of here.”

“Please tell me what happened that night.”

“It would be too much of a shock for you in this state. I will tell you when we are out of here and you are better.”

“I am not getting out of here, Ariel.” He said this so strongly that I felt my body stop. 

He chuckled sadly, “I guess I am not as strong as I thought.” and I felt his tears soak into my shirt again.

My hand was already hastily slipping beneath his blanket of suits. When my hand touched the spot of his injury, I realised that the spot that had been barely damp was now soaked , and when I raised my hand it was red, red!

How? We had not taken the glass off so it should have been able to stem the bleeding, giving us more time. 

Was Blaine really dying now? Was I about to lose another person?

“Please, Ariel.” He said, and my bloodied hand found his hair as I caressed, and wondered if this would not only be killing him much faster.

I decided I did not have to give him the whole details right away. 

But if he was going to die, he deserved to know he had lost a child.

I pulled the suit tighter around him even as I felt his body beginning to shake a little even though his skin was as hot as a stove against mine. 

Blaine was really dying.

“There were two babies, Blaine,” I said. “Only grandfather and I knew, and he was particular about me telling no one, even my mother.” I said quietly as my mind traveled back to sitting in a VIP waiting room at the hospital with the old man for over twelve hours. 

All the conversation we had about design and his hunger to know every single thing about me.

I took Blaine’s hand that was woven in mine and moved it to the vial pendant on my throat. “I lost Oliver’s brother that night, and now carry his ashes everywhere with me.”