My life.

A whole week later Aaron had decided to only then leave the hospital to go back home to freshen up. He'd been by his wife's side, holding onto her hand and praying for her recovery since he'd been there. He didn't even decide to leave himself - if it was up to him he would've stayed, but he was practically forced to.

After having her moved from a public to a private hospital - partly because he was starting to get recognized, he had much more freedom to visit her and stay with her as much as he could. But even private hospitals had their limits and they'd finally asked him to go home, mostly because they wanted him to recharge as he wasn't at all looking well.

Aaron simply couldn't leave his wife's side, what if she'd woken up and asked for him and he wasn't there? He would never forgive himself.

He'd used to avoid being at home as much as he could, that was because of the fights. But even when they weren't fighting he knew she'd thought of it, he could always see it in her eyes. She had so much she wanted to say to him but she didn't, she'd kept quiet.

That used to drive him crazy. He certainly didn't want that, he didn't want her to feel like she couldn't say anything to him. He didn't want her to be afraid to talk in fear of starting another argument, but at the same time, he didn't want to start another argument. So not being at home made it easier. For the both of them he'd thought.

That was what their relationship had sadly become.

But his current situation had him begging to have that back. He would much rather be arguing with her than not have her beside him in their bed. He wanted more than anything to take it all back.

In retrospect, the arguments were stupid - they were very unnecessary.

He'd wished she would understand why he'd kept his ex-wives around. It wasn't at all that he was still in love with them, his heart belonged to her and she knew it. They were just people who'd shared so much with him through the years and he simply couldn't just dispose of them once he got married again.

He had kids with some of them. Why couldn't she just understand? If she did then they wouldn't have been where they were then. They wouldn't have fought as much as they did and he wouldn't have avoided going home as he did.

He'd wondered if she'd ever thought he was having an affair. He wasn't.

He actually really was going on business trips, the gag was that he didn't necessarily have to go on them, he could've simply sent one of his associates to handle them for him. Or he could've brought her with him.

But he didn't because he couldn't handle the fights anymore, the tension.

But now, it was all he'd ever craved. He'd take the tension, the fights over not having his wife anymore. He needed her.

Aaron let another round of tears make their way out of his eyes as he picked up his phone to make a call that didn't take long at all to be answered.

"She was pregnant."

He ignored the break in his voice at the revelation.

He'd been trying really hard to ignore the pain in relation to that. His wife was three months pregnant and he didn't know. What did that say about him?

"It hurts Brit."

More than any pain he'd ever felt. And pain he'd felt before.

Aaron was an orphan, he'd suffered through the worst childhood possible. From being passed around from foster home to having to accept at a very tender age that nobody wanted him. It hurt a lot.

But not even that compared to the pain of not only losing a son but having the love of his life laying in a coma because he was a lousy husband.

"I told her I don't want.. and now she - Brit, I -"

Words simply couldn't come out.

He hated himself.

Because he'd told her many times that he didn't want kids, she didn't tell him when she'd gotten pregnant. But if she had maybe things would have been different.

Maybe they would've been forced to fix their issues for their baby. But he didn't blame her at all for not telling him. He couldn't.

He was sure he made it seem like he absolutely wanted no babies with her. Which was true, partly. But that would've changed had she simply just told him. He would've loved that baby more than words could ever describe. But now the baby was gone.

"Aaron, don't do that. Don't beat yourself up about this. You didn't know."

He'd heard the lady on the other line say to him calmly. He'd smiled because he knew she was going to make him feel better. That was why he'd called her.

"I'm sure she won't hate you for this. She loves you and you know that."

"That's if she comes out of the coma." He'd attempted to joke with a chuckle but that came with sharp pain in his chest. She had to come back, his life depended on it.

"Hey, of course she's gonna come back to you. She always does remember?"

She does, always.

Aaron felt his face form a smile slightly. And then,

"What would I do without you Brit?"

He genuinely didn't know.

Britney was Aaron's first wife.

She was with him when he was going through the roughest patch in his life, before things started looking up for him.

No one knew him like she did.

And that was one of the things Kayla couldn't understand. Why they'd been so close.

They'd met in college where they fell in love and got married not too long after. He wasn't still in love with her of course and that was what made the friendship a lot easier.