•Kallen's POV•

It all happened so fast, I just couldn't believe it did.

They had me stay in that hospital bed all day yesterday, I wasn't hurt, just sick. Sick in the head, crazy, because knowing that my wife, was pregnant. And with that knowledge, plus the crash, I just didn't know what was going to happen.

I spent my time in the hospital crying, praying to God I did not kill my very first child.

Once a nurse finally showed up in my room, I didn't hesitate. "Nurse! Please tell me, am I going to be a father or not?"

"Sir?"

"My wife, Ellen Jorden," Oh how I loved saying that. "She's pregnant, is the baby okay?"

"I was not aware that she was pregnant. Let me go and find a doctor who knows and get back to you." She went out of the room. And all I did was worry, and how badly I wanted to be a father.

For what seemed like a very long time, the nurse finally came back. I sat up, and awaited her answer, my eyes pleading.

She looked at the ground. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Jorden." And that was the only thing I needed to hear, to know the answer.

I nodded, and wiped my face. I then laid back on the bed. I guess I wasn't going to be a father. Before I knew anything, I had fallen asleep.

In my dream, I was sitting on the couch with my lovely wife. We had two twin daughters in our arms, sleeping like angels.

"They look just like their mother," I had said. "Beautiful," I paused and then continued, "powerful, dangerous, cold. . ."

"Kallen James! Did you just throw a Disney reference at me?"

I thought about it for a short while. "Yes, and it's a Frozen reference. You're welcome."

The child I held in my arms squirmed, and opened her eyes. I stared at her and smiled. Her beautiful eyes sparkled, and she gave a toothless smile for less than a second.

Everything went dark and I was coherent of the world around me. I listened around me, the air stirred, and there was a low rumble of the nearby air conditioner.

I felt more at peace, but still a mess. I wasn't a father, at least, not right now. Maybe this was God's way of telling me that my life will turn out okay? Or was it just my imagination, and I'll never be a father.

"Don't be afraid of what you cannot control, Kal. Just have faith, and God will provide." Those words are what my father said to me when things didn't go right. I remembered one time when I had lost a basketball game in middle school, I'd say, eighth grade. I was super upset, because I missed the winning shot. My team hated me, and with that shot, we would've won.

I ran to the locker room and into a shower. I just sat there, for I don't know how long. When everyone had left, my dad came in.

"Son?" He said. I didn't respond, I didn't want to listen to anyone at that moment. "Kal, my boy, can I talk to you for a second?"

I didn't move, but he found me. He just sat there next to me. Didn't say anything for a good while, and then when he did, I never forgot those words. He said, "Sometimes we fail. And when we fail, we just know that we're human. Humans aren't perfect, but God is. And God definitely is not mad that you missed the shot." He paused. "Your team might be. But He isn't, and neither am I. I'm proud of you. You took the shot, and with a few seconds left, you tried. And that's all that matters. I'm proud to call you my son. I love you, Kal."

I then gave him a massive hug, and smiled, with tears still running down my cheeks. And there, right there he whispered into my ear and said, "Don't be afraid of what you cannot control, Kal. Just have faith, and God will provide."

And from that moment on, I always say those words to myself, just so I can remember the wisdom of my dad, whom I so wanted to be.

"I love you, dad. And, I miss you." I whispered aloud to myself, and with that, I felt much better about myself, and about my future.

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AWW DID ANYONE ELSE CRY?!

i know i haven't done an author note in like 12,000 years but i thought i'd give you some insight on this chapter because it's away from camp.

so the reason i wrote this chapter was one, because xxSAVxx wanted me to XD but the other reason was because i know that a lot of this book kinda seems like a fantasy where everything ends up going their way, but i wanted to make something real, and something beautiful. grief is so hard to understand, especially if it's someone you don't know but would've liked to.

i hope you guys don't hate me.. but yeah, have a good day everyone (:

❤️ Ari