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I felt my heart stop after the doctor gave me the news. My best friend, who stayed by my side, who walked down the aisle to me, the one who held my hand. The beautiful woman who comforted me as we stood above my father's grave, and who carried our child for 9 months.

She was no longer with us.I quickly question the doctor about my son, silently praying that he made it. The doctor told me he was weak but hopefully will live. I was soon left alone in the waiting room.My son, Virgil, had made it. He looks just like his mother, all except his one light blue eye. He was so small in my arms. As Virgil grew I couldn't help but be proud of my child. He didn't have it completely easy, fighting with anxiety bad. Virgil came out as gay, I felt pride swell in my chest. He completed high school with straight A's. My child meets a man named Roman, who I later led Virgil down the aisle. Roman and Virgil adopted a child, who they named Lily after her grandmother. I smiled up at Virgil for the last time, his face tear-filled. I knew this would be the last time I see my son, as a loud beep was heard.