“Adelaide Noelle,” his voice was quiet and undsteady as he looked down at the beautiful little baby girl in his arms. “Agatha isn’t she beautiful?” He asked his wife but there was no reply. “Ag?” he asked looking over at the blonde woman with sweat matted hair who laid in the bed where she had just give birth. But something wasn’t right. She wasn’t breathing. Pulling his daughter in tighter with one arm Noah reached over to touch Agatha’s hand. It was cold. Fear took over Noah’s body as he stood there.
“No,” He murmured shaking his head. this wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. She wasn’t gone. The weight of the baby was lifted out of his arms and he fell to his knees. “No.” he murmured again bowing his head his hands reaching up to cover his face. “Agatha,” and he began to cry.
“Come Quincy, Let take your baby sister and show her, her new room.” he heard the voice of Genevieve, the new nanny speaking to his two year old son. ”your daddy needs to be alone.
Quincy, no. What am I going to do
Mr. Roseberry? Came another voice. The voice of the midwife. What was her name again Mr. Roseberry, I’m so sorry. why is she apologizing? We knew there was this risk.
The door creaked open “Your children need you Mr. Roseberry, Quincy is scared it was Genevieve again. please Mr. Roseberry
“I’ll be there in a little bit.” It was almost Quincy’s bedtime, He had to regain his composure before he tucked him in that night. He couldn’t let him go to bed scared. [i]But he’ll know there is something wrong when his mother doesn’t come in to put him to bed as she had every night since the day he was born. “I need to take a walk to clear my head.” He muttered and pushed himself up off the floor stumbling out of the room and out into the garden.
Soon he was surrounded by fresh air and the sent or Roses. Roses were Agatha’s favorite flower and they filled every corner of the garden. Noah had had them planted for her the year the bought the house just after they got married. While she was pregnant she would come out here every day and sit for hours reading and singing to their children.
He had to get away, so he ran away out of the garden and into the street.
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