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Callum gives a quiet chuckle. “Mei Lien, it is then,” he says. “I just wanted to be sure.”

He stands again, turning his attention back to the woman who accompanied her. Finishing up a few loose ends that were sure to go over Mei Lien’s head, he says his goodbyes and looks back at the child.

“Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?”

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“A sister?” Emma asks. Lots of her classmates had sisters, and lots did not. No one had ever said anything about Emma being an only child. “But…what about a mother? Don’t I need one?”

Emma settles into bed, no less dejected, and nods her answer with a quiet “mmhmm.”

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Callum looks between the closed door, the threshold that fills him with dread and anxiety, and the woman who separates him from it. He nods in response to her first question, realizing for the first time that he never bothered to remember anyone’s names in there.

He shouldn’t accept her offer. But…he wants to. Anything to get him out of this.

“Where did you have in mind?”

Genevieve had told herself she would come to the meeting tonight, but when she reached the door, all she wanted to do was walk away. She didn’t need this. It didn’t help. Nothing did. No matter what was said, nothing ever would. There was no point in trying to heal when the pain was always going to be a part of her now, like it was one of her own limbs.

So this was a big waste of her time, and she didn’t have it in her right now to sit there and pretend like it wasn’t. What she really needed right now was a drink.

She turns away from the door, only to be met with the slightly familiar face of a man from the meeting. He too seems reluctant to enter. It’s what she gathers from his current demeanor at least. “It’s Callum, right?” They’ve exchanged glances before, however this is the first time Genevieve has spoken a word to him.

“I’m going out for a drink. Do you wanna join me?” Before he reacts or speaks, she coaxes, “Come on. Skipping one meeting can’t hurt ya. Or me. Not anymore than we already are.”

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He only gets a good look at her for a moment before the tears blur his vision. She is so small. Though she lays in an incubator, nothing familiar nearby to judge her exact size, he can tell. And then there’s the tubes and IV lines, making her look so much more fragile. But he also notices wisps of dark black hair and her mother’s little button nose.

She looks like Lexi…

She would have been happy to hear that…

The tears spill down his cheeks once again, collecting in the hair at his cheeks and jaw that he had not quite had the time to shave recently.

“She’s beautiful,” he whispers around the lump in his throat. “We always knew she would be.”

A picture….

Callum had waited so long to meet Emma. He had anticipated the moment the last seven months, from the very moment Lexi showed him that positive pregnancy test. It felt so, so wrong to see her for the first time through a picture on Isabelle’s phone. He should have been there when she was born, watched her take her first breath, heard that first cry. He should have been there, arms ready to hold her, and he should have introduced her to his parents himself, a little pink bundle of joy. Isabelle should have met her with Lexi, not alone in a cold, sterile hospital.

This was wrong. This was all wrong.

Even still, he wanted - no, needed - to see her somehow, in whatever form he could. He needed to see for himself that she was alright. So, he nodded his answer.

Hearing his mother was with her comforted him further, as well. If anything were to happen, if anything was wrong, she would know what to do and she would get it done. His mother was a force of a woman and a hell of a nurse. Emma could not receive better care, even from her own father.

“No. No, Emma needs her.” Callum is quick to answer. “Let her stay with her.”

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“And he loves her. He loves her like he can never grab enough of her between his fingers. And no matter how close he gets, even when they make love, it never feels close enough, like her flesh and her bones keep something sacred in them, hidden from him.”

— Intentional Dissonance by Iain S Thomas

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Emma settles into bed, no less dejected, and nods her answer with a quiet “mmhmm.”

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A picture….

Callum had waited so long to meet Emma. He had anticipated the moment the last seven months, from the very moment Lexi showed him that positive pregnancy test. It felt so, so wrong to see her for the first time through a picture on Isabelle’s phone. He should have been there when she was born, watched her take her first breath, heard that first cry. He should have been there, arms ready to hold her, and he should have introduced her to his parents himself, a little pink bundle of joy. Isabelle should have met her with Lexi, not alone in a cold, sterile hospital.

This was wrong. This was all wrong.

Even still, he wanted - no, needed - to see her somehow, in whatever form he could. He needed to see for himself that she was alright. So, he nodded his answer.

Hearing his mother was with her comforted him further, as well. If anything were to happen, if anything was wrong, she would know what to do and she would get it done. His mother was a force of a woman and a hell of a nurse. Emma could not receive better care, even from her own father.

“No. No, Emma needs her.” Callum is quick to answer. “Let her stay with her.”

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Callum so desperately wants to fight her on this. He wants to fight his way out of this bed and all the way (up? down?) to the NNICU where his daughter laid without her parents by her side. He wanted to see her with his own eyes, hold her in his arms, and know she was okay just as they assured him she was. But his mother is a nurse practitioner in a NNICU closer to home and he’s heard her stories. Emma’s best chance was there and he knew he would my make it very far if he tried.

He leans back in the bed, running his good hand down his face. Brown eyes closing tight and spilling the tears that lingered there. It all felt so surreal, no present and distant all at the same time. Breathing in a shaky breath, he looks speaks again without looking back at Isabelle.

“Have you seen her? Did anyone call my mom?”

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Emma looks uneasily between the two adults and the ring Callum still turns, somewhat absently now, in his fingers. He stops then, though, to put her back down on her feet.

“Go on,” he tells her.

“But-“

“We’re not arguing, Emma. Go back to bed.”

With a small pout and one final look at the ring, Emma concedes, slipping her hand into Isabelle’s and letting her lead her back to her bedroom.

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                                                    you are loved

                                   you are loved more than you know.

                             i hereby pledge all of my days to prove it so.

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The Infernal Devices, Cassandra Clare