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“Yes there is Twice,” I cried

“The first time was the accident,” he assured me “That was out of your control”

“We need to get things cleaned up,” said Patrick, his voice taking on a slightly panicked tone

Jonathon lifted ainst his chest Patrick pulled the sheets from the bed The mattress was ruined Patrick balled the sheets up and tossed thenificant look

Only holding me with one arm he reached out and placed his hand on the sheets and then on thethem both on fire

“Keep your eye on it,” Jonathon warned, “while I get her cleaned up I think I have it under control but if I lose concentration you et Diana”

Patrick nodded

Jonathon carried me into the bathroom, turned the water in the shower on, and then striped my clothes Tears continued to streak silently down my face He wiped the happens for a reason”

“How can you say that?” I asked as he carried me into the shower He was still fully clothed and his shirt quickly became soaked “That was our baby,” my voice cracked

“Because,” he began, “I have to believe that so bad It’s the only way I’ve been able to survive”

I noddedhappens for a reason,” I whispered

Chapter Nine: Miracle

One Year Later

I had another e after the second one Three babies all lost It was co to lose hope in everything So much bad had happened to me and it seemed that fate was deterh I was being punished Punished for what? I wasn’t sure Maybe for being an angst ridden teenager and hatingresponsible for so many innocent deaths Whatever the reason, I was sure that I wasup for me I had ain? It was heart breaking My resolve was cru Jonathon and I had beenthe need stage ere dealing with even more deaths The loss of our children

Ithat when I lost the baby I was able to hold him He was so tiny, only two pounds, but he was perfect Dark little eyelashes, and tiny fingers and toes, a wisp of dark hair, a perfectly curved mouth like his father’s It was hard to look at my dead son but I wanted to hold him I wanted to see him To know that he had been real I wanted to reotten We narandparents It hurt seeing his headstone My son, that didn’t even get the chance to open his eyes to the world around him It wasn’t fair But life isn’t fair I cried ht for a month