(yet another Stan as a dad. Sorry but he would be a great dad...if he didn't die.)
I miss you everyday my love. I miss your smile, your laugh, your voice. But you're still a part of me.
"Shhh baby come on. You have to breath," Stan had spoken those words so many times before that he had lost count. To his best friend, to his wife and now to his baby son.
"I want mama!" his son cries through the whole house. His parents used to sit with him all night because he wouldn't stop crying.
"I know you do bubba. I want her here too," Stan tried to hush his son's sobs. Just a tiny little baby with the cries that could destroy anybody's ears.
"I want mama!" he thrashed in his father's arms. He never used to do that. He had always felt protected in his father's protective grip.
"Come on baby! You need to stay calm. Breathe for me. And if not for me, for mama," Stan's chin sat gently on top of his son's head as all that left the curly haired baby was soft sniffles.
God Stan could have died in that spot. It had been only three months, he hadn't even comprehended it all himself. That moment where he saw her body in the middle of the road, but he couldn't run to it. No. He had to hold onto his son.
His son sobbed once again, "I want mama home," the tears rolling down those chubby cheeks onto his father's button up top.
Stan himself even had tears in his eyes," I do too. I do too."
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