CHAPTER ONE

"I can't lose you" he whispered as he kissed her hand.

Tears were streaming down his face. His heart was breaking into a million pieces; the pain in his chest was so excruciating that he had trouble breathing.

"Please come back to me. I need you…" he said, his voice breaking.

He had never in his existence felt so helpless. He would have given his life if it meant saving hers. But the doctor had said there was nothing to be done. Whatever was responsible for her condition had caused her heart to stop beating, and the only reason she was still alive was the screeching life-support machine that now filled her lungs with oxygen. He had been told she wasn't gone yet, but that her body would inevitably fail her.

"I'm so terribly sorry" the doctor had said. "We don't know how to save her life, or that of the babies she is carrying."

He had almost collapsed upon hearing those words, and he would have, had it not been for his best friend grabbing hold of him so he wouldn't fall.

He could not accept this horrible fate, they had fought so hard to be together, overcome so many obstacles, including everyone who had been against their union. This could not possibly be how their story ended. He had to find a way to save her.

He gathered whatever strength he had left in him and let go of her hand to stroke her belly, trying to let his unborn children know that he would do everything in his power to save them and their mother. He then slowly bent down to kiss her forehead and stayed there for a moment, praying this would not be the last kiss he would ever give her. He finally managed to rise back up, and gazed at her one last time before leaving the room.

As soon as the door shut close behind him, he slid down against it, and started sobbing uncontrollably.