One last text
"Where are you?" Sean read. His phone was going off all morning with texts from his wife. Sean August was a 24-year-old soccer champion. He had jet-black, straight hair, stormy grey eyes and a muscular tanned body that had girls screaming. But he was married to the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on. She had the most striking aqua blue eyes he had ever seen on a 23-year-old woman; her waist-length hair was strawberry blonde and she had a body that put models to shame. Her name was Harmony August. She was also pregnant with their first child and in labour at the hospital.
Sean ran around the house, frantically picking up baby stuff and packing them. When he got the text, he responded immediately.
"I'll be there soon. Can't you wait?"
"I can, but I don't think the baby can," Harmony replied instantly.
Sean read it, grabbed the baby bag and ran out the door. He jumped into his sleek, grey 2015 Audi that was big enough for a family of six with child-safety features and a brand-new car seat strapped in ready to bring safe driving to its newborn master.
As he pulled out of the driveway, he started wondering about the gender and what to be prepared for when he or she comes home.
"I want the gender to be a surprise," Harmony told the doctor.
They were at the doctor's office. Sean was upset, but respected Harmony's decision. He wanted to know so he could easily plan his child's future, but then he was in suspense until today. A ping from his phone snapped him back to reality. Sean pulled his phone from his pocket. It was another text from Harmony.
"The baby's coming. NOW!"
Sean unwisely texted back.
"I'm almost there. I Love You" were his last words as he swerved just in time to miss a little girl who ran into the street to retrieve her ball. The car slammed in the metal bars of the bridge. The impact was so brutal, it shattered every glass on the car, the bonnet was crushed and Sean's body was violently flung forward, blood gushing from his head.
Some people saw what happened and tried to remove Sean from the mangled vehicle, but it was in vain. Soon after, police cars and an ambulance drove up to the scene. They got Sean out of the car and rushed him to the hospital. He was unresponsive for the entire ride. When they got there, doctors and nurses rushed him to the ER.
While all of this was happening, little Melody August was being born. Harmony was looking at her phone rather distraught. She had been texting and calling Sean since the baby was born, but he didn't answer the calls or text back. A doctor with clipboard in hand and a stethoscope around his neck strolled into the room.
"Harmony August," he called, looking at his clipboard.
"That's me," Harmony answered suspiciously.
The doctor looked up, his face showed some kind of sympathy. Harmony got tense and stared at him as he made his way to her bed.
"Mrs August, we're deeply sorry for your loss," he declared.
"Loss? What loss? Wait! You don't mean my husband?" she panicked. "Please don't tell me it's my husband!"
The doctor nodded his head and told her about the incident and the cause of it. Harmony lost all control, tears fell like a tap running water. Her bellowing awoke the sleeping Melody, and soon the room was filled with the sounds of crying from both Harmony and Melody.
Once they calmed down, Harmony held Melody in her arms and stared at her. She looked very much like Sean. She had his jet-black hair and his dreamy grey eyes. Harmony kissed her forehead.
"Well it's just you and me now little bunny. Daddy's gone to play soccer with the angels," Harmony murmured and smiled at her little bundle.