Sad souls.

"Where is she?! Where's my daughter?!"

Aaron could hear the loud noises that made it to the hospital room he was in with his wife, seemingly coming from the main reception. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself, a storm was looming.

He'd contemplated breaking the news to them, mostly because they'd very clearly stated that they wanted nothing to do with the girl. They'd disowned her and hadn't seen nor spoken to her since they'd gotten married.

But Aaron was never one to stop believing in family, no matter what. It was the most important thing to him, after his wife of course - though he knew he didn't always show that. So he'd eventually reached out. The girl had been in hospital for a few weeks and he'd finally thought to let her family know. Whether they'd then decided to come and see her or not - it would've been up to them. As long as he'd done his part of letting them know.

He was going to get one of his secretaries to get in contact with the family on his behalf, but he'd thought that would've been a little too impersonal and he needn't be that big of a coward. It took him a while but he eventually did it, he called her parents. Of course he didn't get the warmest response from them, understandably. They hated him. He was the guy who took their daughter away from them and then failed to protect her. Evidently.

"Hello?"

Was what the lady on the other line had said when she answered the phone. Aaron could tell the lady had no idea who he was based on the calmness in her tone. That was only after he'd felt his insides shutter slightly at her voice. They'd sounded exactly the same, it was uncanny. He hadn't heard his wife's voice in what felt like forever and that was why he was trembling. He'd known he missed the girl but hearing the voice that sounded exactly like hers had him barely keeping it together. He had to though because what he was about to break to the family required that of him. So,

"Mrs. Sinclair, this is..."

He didn't think it was going to be easy but he'd certainly didn't expect it to be that difficult. The family never took a liking to him and what if they'd hung up on him after simply hearing his name? He would be heartbroken because it would've meant he failed his wife again. He failed to have her family there for her.

"This is Aaron," he'd heard himself finally say.

"It's about Kayla," he'd then followed up quickly in fear of their rejection.

It had always hurt him how his wife's family didn't accept him no matter how much he'd remained strong throughout that turbulence. It was for her. He knew she was really taking it hard and he needed to be strong for the both of them.

But little did she know that he himself had cried about it a few times. He hated being the man that separated her from her family, but he simply could not let her go. She was his life.

And even though he'd been strong, he couldn't help the familiar feeling of being unwanted that came from the many years of the rejection he'd endured from his former foster families.

"There was an accident and... she,"

He felt the wetness that started making its way to his cheeks going down to his collar. Yes it had been weeks but it still pained him. A lot.

"Aaron, no..."

He could hear the sadness in her voice. He knew she would care, she gave birth to her after all.

"She's in an ICU, she's been there for a while."

She'd been there for a total of 4 weeks, but he needn't tell them that.

"She lost our baby boy."

He'd never craved having another kid, but losing one made him picture the possibility of raising a toddler. Oh how beautiful their baby boy would've turned out. How he would've spoiled him rotten. The football games, teaching him how to ride a bike.

Aaron had been so invested in his thoughts that he couldn't hear the lady on the line practically shouting,

"Aaron!!!"

"Aaron!!... Where is she?"

"Sunninghill."

He'd finally answered after recovering from his long daze. He'd then decided to apologize but the phone was put down on his ear.

That had been a few days before, he'd concluded that they weren't going to come because he hadn't heard from them since.

So Aaron held on to his wife's cold hand for strength when he'd then heard footsteps roughly approaching the room.

"You... you did this!"

That was hardly something he hadn't been expecting, he decided to keep quiet and let the older lady speak out her frustrations.

"You took her from me! Now look!"

She'd continued, letting her voice get louder.

"Oh, my baby girl. My beautiful baby girl... I shouldn't have let you leave. What have they done to you?" She'd then faced her sleeping daughter with a softer, more calm expression as she made her way closer to her unconscious body.

Tears started coming out as she kneeled beside her bed and held on to her other hand. Aaron let his own set of tears make their way out of his eyes slowly. He then reached his arm to the other side of the bed to stroke the older woman's back to calm her down. He was surprised when she didn't try to push him back.

For a moment everything was forgotten. The past. They were two sad souls devastated over someone they cared deeply for. That was what mattered. Everything else simply didn't.

"How long was she here for?"

She'd asked softly after a while.

"4 weeks."

He'd decided to just be honest with her, whatever reaction came after he would have had to deal with it.

"I don't blame you to be honest Aaron. I was the one who simply couldn't accept her for following her heart."

Mrs. Sinclair felt her voice break at the revelation.

"She tried everything. She begged and she begged and I simply couldn't let her be the person she wanted to be. I pushed her away. What kind of a mother am I?"

At that point her tears were uncontrollable and she could feel her body shaking.

"I'm a monster!"

"No you're not!"

Aaron had to stop her. He couldn't take sitting there and letting the woman who gave birth to the love of his life continue to break herself down like that.

"All she ever asked of me was a family. She wanted to be a mother so bad and I took that away from her. And now... I'm the monster, not you!"

Mrs. Sinclair extended her other arm to hold that of her son-in-law.

"We're human Aaron. All we can do now is pray for her recovery and make things right when she's ok."

Mrs. Sinclair had no idea whether her daughter was going to make it out of the coma or not, but she needed to remain hopeful. Her daughter was going to be fine.

Soon the rest of the girl's family made it to the room and they'd all embraced Aaron in a warm hug, promising they were going to be there for him throughout the journey.