: Chapter 21

“Give him a moment, he is going to be confused. All of his senses are going to be heightened. But please, Skylar, you need to be prepared for anything. The brain is a powerful organ, we don’t know how it would have been affected from the trauma.” I heard a voice, unsure of whose it was.

My head pounded, it felt like it was splitting down the middle. If my eyes weren’t already shut, I would squeeze them shut to just try and relieve some of the pain I was feeling.

But I wasn’t ready to open them yet. They felt heavy once more, darkness invading me before I plummeted into sleep again.

“Why isn’t he waking up?” the sound of my sunshine’s voice slipped through my ears like the perfect song on a summer’s day.

I’m here baby, I’m right here.

“He has been asleep for a while, we just need to give his body time. It’ll happen, we’ve just got to be patient.” The male’s voice that I heard before is back.

She said nothing else. I needed to hear her voice again.

“Let’s give it another ten minutes, then get you back to bed.” He ushered Sky.

At least she is okay, at least she is safe. As selfish and awful as this sounds, I am only focused on her.

And just like before, I was gone before I even had a chance to try and open my eyes.

“Preston, baby,” her voice glided over my skin like silk, I felt it react and prick with goosebumps. “I need you to wake up now,” she choked out. The bed dipped. I smiled. I didn’t know whether I was smiling on the outside, but I was definitely smiling on the inside.

“Move your finger Pres, show me you’re coming round. I need to see your beautiful brown eyes. It’s been too long. I need to feel the connection, the rush of the drug that you are coursing through my blood, burning my airwaves making me choke on the breath you’re ripping away from me. I need to feel the addiction that you are, consuming me completely. Please baby, please wake up.”

I’m trying Sunshine, I am.

“Just move a finger, just try and wiggle one of them. Just so I know you can hear me, so I know that you’re coming back to me.” Her voice cracks.

Please don’t cry my angel, I can’t stand to be the reason you cry.

“I can’t lose you baby, I can’t lose you before I have even had the chance to tell you that I love you. That I have always loved you. I can’t lose you before I have seen you become a father. I can’t lose you, period Preston. You’re it for me. Now, always, forever. I love you to the stars, the moon and the galaxies, however far they go, Preston. That’s how long I will love you for, how long I want you to be mine,” her voice labours, slowing as she breathes through her tears, “please don’t leave me.”

I’m not leaving you. I’m right here. I love you so much more, more than you could know. I loved you from the first moment I saw you, Sunshine.

I channel every bit of strength that was pumping through me to try and move my finger, to try and show her that I was here, to show her that I heard her admission and her vow to love me to infinity, to love me past the moon and the stars and right back round again.

“Pres,” she whispered, “do it again.”

It worked?

I done it again.

“Oh my god!”

The bed moved, when I heard her shout for the doctor.

I’m right here baby. I am never going to leave your side again.

Now. Always. Forever.

To the moon and the stars, Sunshine.