-away a tiny portion to put towards a rainy day, but it was not nearly enough to save the risky pregnancy. In my desperation I had even gone begging for a deal with Regina, hoping she had had the forethought to preserve a tiny bit of magic. Well she had, but it had been used /10

-up to save Henry last year when he had a motorcycle accident. There went my last hope. We knew the pregnancy was risky from the start. It had not been my intention to subject Belle to anything like that, but I had not contended with her emotional desire to have a child nor /11

-her determination to be master of her own fate. The PTSD she suffered from the hands of Regina’s past incarceration of her, caused at times, severe anxiety attacks that even the medication could not control. But Belle’s biological clock was ticking and her age was moving /12

-along. She went off her birth control without my knowing. And while I never gave her any hint of my reservations about a pregnancy; quite the opposite in fact; I was deeply worried nonetheless. The doctors’ diagnoses only added to my misgivings. To their credit they did /13

-suggest an abortion, but Belle would not hear of it. As her husband and the father it was my duty to support her in her stance. Selfishly I wanted the child in fact. We had discussed adoption in the past but had not come to any solution about it. It wasn’t like I hadn’t /14

-arranged many of them for others. Even Regina had turned her life around with the help of adopting Henry. And while a child, our child, would be a pure blessing in our lives, I was afraid for Belle. But this... this was too much. Was it fate or was it a curse? /15

-To lose two children now tore at my heart and inner soul. No parent should have to outlive their children; to have to bury them. It was unnatural to my way of thinking. I would gladly have changed places with my little angel. The service was short. The attendant closed the /16

-lid on the casket and I bent to toss in a small amount of earth and a small white rosebud of remembrance. Archie came over and placed a hand on my shoulder but I shrugged it off to turn and go to my car, where Dove, my driver, was waiting. I didn’t want nor need his sympathy./17

-I needed Belle. Dove opened up the back door for me to enter and I sat down without a word. He started the car to take us to the hospital to pick up my wife. Reaching inside my jacket to my inner suit jacket, I removed my pocket square. Dabbing at both of my eyes to stop /18

-them from brimming over, I was glad I had not broken down in front of Archie. And I certainly didn’t want to show red eyes to Belle. Dove watched me in the rear view mirror, but the man had been with me a very long time. I knew his discretion and loyalty. /19

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