Leilani's POV:

*Four Months Later*

The sun downed on the horizon that was now painted with an array of pinks and oranges, it's rays of light glimmering in the darkness of the clouds and the pale glow of the moon peeked at the Earth from the stars as I watched on from my windowsill. All the while I pondered about the love story between the sun and the moon and how every morning and each night they'd give up their own lives to let the other shine only to spend their entire lives never meeting. Nonetheless it was a beautiful arrangement as they crossed paths brightening the sky in the looming dusk of the afternoon.

"I hope you're not troubling yourself with your silly theory about the sun and the moon again are you?" I heard his light chuckle sound behind me as he watched sun down closer to its eventual death. I turned ever so slightly in my spot to face him with a pained look across my face as if to mock that I was offended by his comment.

"It's not a silly theory!" I defended myself and almost regretted sharing my thoughts with him because he only mocks them, he says I 'think too much' but I know he likes my racing mind.

"Whatever you say Lani," he chuckled again as he paced closer towards me and crouching down to my level whilst snaking his long arms around my expanded stomach. Almost automatically my head leaned backwards into his chest, relaxing, as he pulled me closer holding his giant hands softly over my baby bump.

"I knew you'd come back to me Austin, I'm so glad you did, our baby needs their father," I hummed, stilled leaning in his hold.

Suddenly a sharpening pain began to swell in my stomach and the moment wasn't relaxing any more, it was terrifying. As I looked down to my cramping bump Austin hands gripped harder as if he was trying to rip into my stomach. My breathing grew heavier but Austin continued to squeeze as if he didn't notice my pain. I squirmed in his grip but it was useless I was practically being held captive in the arms of my one true love.

"Austin wh-what are you doing?" I cried as I bent my neck back to face him. His eyes were a deepened black as he stared forwards out into the window in some wicked trance. Just as I was about to give up on an answer his lips parted and a black liquid fell from his now purple lips. It bubbled and dripped in formation down the length of my body only to stop in a the middle of my stomach in the shape of a broken heart.

"A child can not need it's father if it does not live," Austin hissed in a voice that was not his own before dropping me to the floor leaving me to fall flat on my showing stomach. I tried to scream but it just bubbled in my throat as I began to choke on it.

As the air was ripped from my throat in my livid dream I shot up hastily in my very spot. My eyes flipped open and it was exactly three a.m. This was no avian fluttering of the lashes, no gentle blink toward consciousness. This awakening was mechanical, like a robot, a spooky ventriloquist-dummy click of the lids. The world was still black from the night sky and silent except for the exceptional snores that bellowed down the hallway from my Dad's bedroom. I almost couldn't remember my dream nor why I woke up but it wasn't before long that I was reminded why.

"FUUUUCK!" I screamed clenching onto my cramping stomach as I balled up into the fetal position rolling slightly back and forth in an agonising pain in my spot. Quickly I heard footsteps hurrying down the hallway as my family, no doubt, scurried to my room. I reached my hand out, only just managing to break it away from my beloved baby bump, and patted for Mike's sleeping body but he wasn't there. Of course he wasn't he flew back home just last week to record Pierce's new album. My hand reached back to my stomach that continued to churn and twist inside of me.

Abruptly the lights flickered on allowing me to look down at the uncomfortable wetness between my legs. Blood, not a lot, but it was still blood and that was never a good sign. I looked up frantically searching for help but was only greeted by a grossed out, unaware Dad.

"Uhhh Kathleen I think you need to get in here," Dad stammered as he called for my Mum who must have slept through my scream out on the couch. Helplessly I laid in my bed as I listened to Mum pull the blankets off her and run to the bedroom. When she reached it the expression on her face told me she wasn't prepared for what she was seeing.

"Fuck," she muttered not helping my nerves settle one bit, "call an ambulance, Jesus Christ." Dad did as she said as she helped lift me from bed and change my blood soaked clothes. She warmed up our hot water bottle and held it to my stomach for the next ten minutes that we waited for the ambulance to arrive and take me to the hospital. The entire time it helped numb the pain but nothing could help the haunting thought that I had just lost my baby nor could I stop thinking about my stupid dream. It had been months since I'd even thought about Austin yet alone dream about him.

Mike's POV:

I bashed half-heartedly at my drum kit with my sticks keeping up with the beat to the new song us guys were trying to write but something sounded off. I couldn't pick up on what it was, it wasn't the melody, the beat, not even the notes or harmony. It was just flat, boring to say the least. In that moment I just stopped playing, throwing off the rest of the guys bring them to a halt as well.

"Dude what the fuck?" Vic raged from across the studio.

"Are you kidding? You should be thanking me for stopping! We need to drop this track man, it sucks and that's me putting it nicely!" Tony glared at me from across the room he knew how hard Vic had worked on this precise song and knew it would piss him off but I knew he felt the same way I did. I shot a glare back making him back off making him shrug his shoulders at me in defeat.

"He's kind of right dude," Jaime spoke up and I clapped both dramatically and sarcastically thanking Jaime for agreeing.

"Fuck you guys I worked so hard on this one song!" Vic was now standing pulling at the lengths of his hair as he stressed.

"Maybe the effort should have gone else where!" I boomed.

"Maybe if you weren't off trying to be the father to some sluts baby you would have been here to help me make it better!" as soon as the words escaped from his vile mouth he'd realised what he had said, his face dropped as he shot me a glance of apologetic eyes. I couldn't even fathom words to retaliate with, what he had just said was beyond me. I wasn't even angry just disappointed, hurt.

"Dude, Vic that was low," Tony scolded Vic whom had dropped his head to the ground.

"I- I'm sorry Mike I didn't mean it, I just I don't know there's not even an excuse for saying something like that," Vic mouthed another 'sorry' to me from across the room while he fiddled with the guitar strap that still hung low from his neck.

"It's fine, sorry for killing the vibe, just lets keep playing the song," I picked up my drum sticks again and sat back down on my seat ready to play but Vic shook his head.

"Nah man you're right, it sucked so-" before he could continue my phone buzzed in my pocket causing me to silence Vic with my hand. Now that I think of it my phone had been buzzing off and on this whole time and I hadn't thought to answer it because it wouldn't be anything important but it was annoying me so I pulled it from my pocket to reveal Leilani's caller ID come up on my screen.

"Leilani," I whispered in a hushed tone under my breath as a shock wave of worry washed over my body. I pushed hardly on the little green phone on the screen bringing it up to my ear. "Leilani, what's wrong? It's got to be like what two in the morning over there, are you okay?" I rushed. I looked up to see all the guys watching me and listening in with the same amount of worry spread across their faces as mine.

"Mike, oh my god you finally answered," Kathleen? Leilani's mom, what was she doing calling me off Leilani's phone?

"Yeah sorry I've been at practice," I lifted myself from my chair and paced around the room, rubbing at the back of my neck nervously with my free hand.

"It's fine I don't have time to worry about why you didn't answer the phone. Something happened to Leilani, to the baby," I dreaded the words that boomed through the speaker. I felt my heart crush into millions of tiny pieces as I waited for her to continue but she never did.

"What?! What is it? Tell me!" I hadn't noticed but the guys were standing by my side in support. Vic watched me steadily. I knew he was freaking out that something has just happened to happen after he said what he did.

"We don't know yet, we're at the hospital now and we're not allowed to see her and they're not telling us anything, I just think you should be here. If she loses the baby I don't know how she will cope," I could hear the obvious panic in her frail, croaky voice as she tried to hold back the tears that she had fearing for the life of her daughter and granddaughter. It's a girl by the way, we found out at our twenty week scan just last week before I left. I was so happy but not right now.

"Don't say that, don't say we could lose the baby," I could now hear the pain in my voice as I strained back the tears. Behind me the guys sighed as they listened to the conversation, taking in what I had just said they began to panic too.

"Mike I'm sorry but it's a possibility we just don't know at this stage," she was crying now and I couldn't help but want to reach through the phone and hug her, something not only she needed right now but me too.

"Okay I'm coming," I informed her.

"Goodbye Mike," she said her farewells.

"Look after my girls Kathy," she didn't reply I was just greeted with the beeping of the line going dead. Immediately I jumped online to book the next flight I could get before dropping to the ground, head in my hands. I felt Vic's hand on my shoulder as he crouched down next to me.

"You've got to be strong for her Mike, you can't be the weak one because she needs you," he was right. I sniffed back my tears and heaved myself from the ground before inhaling the deepest breath I could. I left practice immediately and the guys understood. I needed to pack.

Leilani's POV:

*Two Days Later*

It had been two days and I was still cramped into this shitty hospital room that stunk of disinfectants. Over the course of these days the doctors had run multiple tests to make sure our baby girl was holding up okay after stabilising her heartbeat. I had one more day until I got to go home and let me tell you I've never looked forward to getting out of somewhere so much in my life. More than I wanted to get out of jail to be precise. Mum had told me that Mike was on his way and that the rest of the guys had sent their condolences.

Talking about condolences Tarni even flew out to see me and brought a 'get well' card from the Of Mice guys, excluding Austin that was. Oli had been messaging my phone like crazy, Mum was getting sick of reading them too me but with all the drips and IV's in my arm it hurt too much to text back.

The rest of the time in this shitty green room was spent weeping to myself while Mum cried with me in her chair. Dad and Michelle didn't cry, as much that is, but I did most of the crying. Although I didn't lose my girl, she wasn't exactly okay and boy was there a lot of information to take in.

"When was Mike's flight?" I rolled over in my hospital bed to face my puffy, red eyed, tired Mum who was keeping tabs on when Mike would be here.

"He left early yesterday morning, his time, he should be here any minute really,"

"Speaking of the devil," Tarni introduced herself, and Mike, at the door as if it was on cue that they arrived. I hadn't even noticed she was gone she must have gone to the airport to pick him up.

"Hi baby," I croaked out through my dry throat. His eyes were sad as he took in all the surroundings in the room. It hurt me to see him look so hurt and it was all because of me. "I'm sorry," I began to cry again. He ran straight to my bed and gripped onto my frail hand.

"Hey hey, shh, none of this is your fault," he leaned forward placing a kiss on my forehead.

"Lets give them some time to talk," Michelle ushered everyone out of the room leaving the two of us alone.

"Did we-" Mike jumped straight to the point, heartbroken of course, he couldn't even say the words he was dreading so much. I shook my head 'no' delivering the good news he was waiting to hear.

"We still have our baby girl Mike, we still have her," I sighed a breath of relief and he did too.

"So why are you still here?"

"She's not okay," the tears welled up in the back of my throat. Mike's face dropped once more making my heart break again, something I didn't know was possible.

"Oh god," he turned away dropping my hand from his and glued his eyes to the ground not daring to lift them back up again.

"Sh-she has Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome Mike," I hardly knew what the words meant but they just rolled off my tongue. I'd heart the words so many times in the past three days it was stuck in my head.

"Jesus, what is it, how bad is it?" I knew he immediately thought the worst. I did, I mean who wouldn't the name is scary enough.

"Bad but fixable if they act quick enough when she's born," I tried to reassure him but it didn't work, he still glared at the clean ground.

"What is it, what do they have to do?" he begged for a miracle answer.

"She only has half a heart, the left side is seriously underdeveloped. The aorta in her heart is underdeveloped which means its closed and no blood or air can flow through it without a struggle. After eleven days from birth it will close completely so they have to operate as soon as they can after she's born. She'll have a full heart transplant, they say she'll have to have a series of operations in her life but she will survive Mike, she will be okay," I didn't even know if I believed it myself but I had to force myself too.

None of this information made sense to me when the doctors first told me and I'm sure it was exactly the same for Mike right now but it all added up. It was due to Austin's heart condition. She didn't have Marfan's, that they know of, but it did contribute to the underdevelopment of her heart and all that pain and blood you ask? She was in an awkward position that made it harder for her to survive then it already was causing my body to go into shock.

"Thank god," he breathed before turning back to me tears rolling down his pained face. He gripped tightly onto my hand without the IV once more and leaned back down placing a kiss on my lips this time.

"It's all okay Mike," this time I really believed it. Having Mike with me made me strong, it made her strong, I knew I could beat anything the world had to throw at us as long as I had the two most important people in my life and I would, forever.

"I like okay," he admitted as he wiped away any stray tears on his face before tucking my messy hair behind my ear and wiping my own tears away with the back of his thumb.

"Me too," I agreed, now finally happy with how my life was and where it was heading.

~THE END~

Notes

THE END!!!!!!!!!!!!

You probably all hate me for giving you a heart attack thinking I killed the baby but she's okay! So this is the end and I'm actually so sad to be finishing it but I will be starting the sequel very very soon! I hope you guys enjoy this last chapter to the story and I thank you all for reading the entire way through! Sorry for the super long chapter but I wanted to end it with a bang and I hope I did! This was my first story so I hope I finished it well. Thank you all so much once again this story has been on the popular page almost the entire way through with almost 40000 views and I never expected that ever. So thank you! For all who still ship Lani and Austin, have no fear, there is still a sequel to come! But then again who knows where it will go, she could still be with Mike. I guess you guys just have to read to find out! Feel free to leave feedback I love reading your comments, especially now that we're at the end. Thank you for all your support! And I will keep you all updated for the sequel! Thank you again! I love you all! <3 :))))