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Additions: Part Six

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Pairing: Jaime x MC

Word Count: 3,600

Summary: The Lewis household prepares for the arrival of its sixth member.

Note: Thanks for your patience, friends. I’m sorry this update has been so long in coming. Grading took all of my brainpower (and most of my free time) toward the end of the year, and it’s taken some time to get back into the habit of working with words for fun.

Only an epilogue left to go!

July, 2028

“Can I ask a personal question?”

Arden came to the end of the line she was reading and raised her head slowly. Sophia traced every movement, mouth tugged to the side like it always was when she was trying to gauge reactions.

It was almost frightening how skilled the teenager was at picking up on nonverbal cues. In the year they’d spent together, Arden had learned more about her own body language from her daughter’s thoughts than she had in over decade of working in television.

Realizing she still hadn’t answered the question, Arden bobbed her head in assent. “Sure.”

“Are you pregnant?”

Arden sucked a breath. It was hardly the question she’d expected.

“Yes…” she began tentatively, then set the packet of coffee on the counter. Ignoring the bag of grounds, she turned to face Sophia. “We were waiting until after Family Day to tell you and the boys,” she offered by way of explanation.

Her daughter dumped another spoonful of granola into her morning yogurt. “Makes sense.” Sophia paused to meet Arden’s eyes before resealing the container. “I don’t think they’ve noticed anything, but you’ve been acting weird lately. Drinking decaf coffee and taking pills and stuff. My second grade teacher was always complaining about that when she was pregnant.”

Ignoring the glimpse into her daughter’s past, she motioned for her to follow into the dining room. “Sophia,” she began, sitting so that she could look the girl directly in the eyes. “I know you probably weren’t expecting this when you came to live here. Jaime and I weren’t either. But I need you to know that won’t change anything about how much we love you and your brothers.”

A glint of uncertainty passed over her daughter’s face, but it vanished quickly. “Well, no. I know that,” she insisted, forcing a laugh.

The pit in Arden’s stomach loomed at the unnatural sound. This is exactly what I was hoping to avoid. How do I fix it?

The girl avoided her gaze and picked up her spoon. When her eyes rose from the woodgrain of the table, Arden could just see the glisten of unshed tears.

“Sophia...”

“I’ll be okay,” she insisted, dropping the spoon and nudging her bowl a few inches forward. “It’s kind of a lot though.”

Tell me about it, Arden considered, heart wrenching as she watched her daughter battle with her emotions. “Jaime and I are excited, but it’s a lot for us too. We’ve loved having a family of five.”

“Yeah.”

“And we’ll figure out what it means to be a family of six.” She might have missed the solitary tear on Sophia’s cheek if she hadn’t seen the hand she raised to bat it away. Arden opened her mouth in reassurance, but Sophia cut her off before she could speak.

“Don’t worry -- I’m okay. I’m fine.” The tremor in her voice suggested otherwise.

Arden considered challenging the assertion, but thought better of it. “I’m still getting used to the idea. It means adding onto the house again and figuring out a lot of things with work. Things may get tricky.”

“I can share a room with the boys again, if it helps.”

Arden mentally kicked herself for bringing up that aspect of their preparations. Of course her people-pleasing daughter would want to volunteer anything she could think of. “Absolutely not. No one’s giving up any bedrooms. We’ve got it figured out.”

“Okay.”

“And not to pressure you, but this baby is so, so lucky to have you as an older sister. You’re pretty incredible.”

“Thanks,” Sophia muttered, pulling her breakfast back within reach. “I’ve gotten lots of practice with the boys.”

Arden slid her palm across the table with emphasis. “Think you can handle one more?”

Sophia’s free hand stretched toward her until their fingers met in the middle. “Probably.” Fresh panic drained all color from her features, and her brow worried itself into knots. “As long as it’s not another brother.”

Laughter sprang to Arden’s lips as she drew her hand back. “I’ve been hoping for a girl too. It’d be nice not to be outnumbered anymore.”

“Good.” The syllable floated across the table almost conspiratorially. “I don’t want to be like that princess in Cordonia. Three brothers is too many.”

"Three brothers is a lot...but maybe don’t tell the boys that I said that?”

Sophia smirked around her spoon. When she finished the bite, the expression had turned to a smile. “I won’t tell them anything. Promise.”

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August, 2028

This definitely doesn’t fit anymore, Arden determined, standing before her full-length mirror. In most outfits, no one would even realize she was pregnant. At four months along, she was still getting by with wearing looser clothes and staying away from her trademark pencil skirts when she was at work. This particular garment was an aberration.

The “safe” bathing suit she used for family outings had made a lot of sense at the time of purchase more than a year ago, but the additional fabric now meant that the entire top was embarrassingly tight.

“Damn, Arden. Your body is amazing. ”

She treated her husband to a small reflected smile and untied the straps behind her neck. “Amazing or not, I’m definitely not going swimming like this.” Jaime helped to ease the fabric over her shoulders, fingers skimming her ribs along the way. She shivered at the contact and leaned back against his chest.

“I would hope not. If we ever decide to go skinny dipping again, the kids are definitely not invited...” he trailed off upon noting the tension in her shoulders. “Babe, what’s wrong?”

Arden leaned forward to dig through the open drawer, wondering if she could pretend not to have heard the question. He squeezed her side with a gentle hand.

“It’s just... I keep thinking about next summer. We’ll have the baby’s schedule to work with and we won’t be able to take off and do fun things with the kids whenever we want to...” The words ended in a sigh as she met his eyes in the mirror.

Jaime’s brows knit together. “You’re worried?”

“Aren’t you?”

He thumbed the seam of her discarded suit, gaze dropping as he considered her question. I want this baby, Arden.

“I want it too,” she assured, interrupting his thoughtful silence. “But so much is changing again and I just got used to it being this way. Our kids just got used to things and now we’re changing it all again.”

How many times do I have to tell you that we’ll solve this together? Please stop freaking out.

His whispered thought cut through her escalating worries.

“I didn’t mean to think that.”

“I know,” she groaned. Thinking better of her initial response, she tried to lighten the mood. “But it’s true. We will figure it out...eventually. I just hate feeling so uncertain.”

Tossing the bathing suit to the mattress, he held his arms open with invitation. For a moment, she pressed her cheek to his chest and tried to set her fears aside.

“The kids are going to be fine,” Jaime asserted. "Will’s already started bragging about how he isn’t going to be the baby anymore, and you know Sophia is happy that she’ll finally have a sister. Alex is gonna come around sooner or later. He just needs more time.”

“That child always needs more time...” she muttered, turning back to the drawer to find a suitable replacement. “I love him dearly, but it’d be a lot easier if he just processed things as they happened instead of bottling them up.”

Jaime’s brow quivered at the complaint, and it wasn’t long before Arden took his meaning.

“Stop! I’ve gotten a lot better.”

He took the fastenings of her new swimsuit and began working. “Yes, you have. Alex will get there someday too.”

“I really hope so.”

“Maybe even today!” he offered, something akin to a challenge in his eye.

She brushed it off and directed her eyes toward the ceiling. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love me for it,” he deduced, capturing her lips in a kiss as he released the fastened straps.

“Very much.” She caught his eye in the mirror again, but this time the smile was genuine. They had every right to be optimistic, of course. This was just the latest in the series of hurdles their family had faced. If their track record was anything to go by, everything was going to work out...eventually.

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October, 2028

"Last call for trick or treating!”

Will was testing out the length of his sleeves in the hall mirror, but Jaime’s announcement gave him pause. Seizing the subsequent chance to pester his brother, he darted into the living room. “Please come! We’ll get twice as much candy.”

Alex burrowed deeper into the couch cushions and shoved another handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“I’ll take that as a no,” Jaime deduced, trading glances with Arden.

In the kitchen and out of Alex’s view, Arden gave him a small shrug. Their eldest son had been adamant that he was too old this year. In spite of his brother’s relentless cheer and encouragement, he appeared to be standing his ground.

“I’ll bring you back some Skittles,” Will flourished his bag as if to make good on the promise. “Do you think Sophia’s getting candy at Ava’s house? I’ll try to get some extras for her too.”

“That’s really sweet of you, bud,” Jaime encouraged, guiding him into the hall. “I’m sure she’d love that.”

“Last call?” Will echoed in a pitiful refrain as he trudged toward the door.

Mouth full, Alex murmured an approximation of, “I’m good.”

“Have fun, you guys! We’ll stay here and hold down the fort.” After waving them off, Arden returned to the living room. “Ready to start this thing?”

“Sure.”

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at Alex’s feigned nonchalance. Like he hasn’t been asking to see this film for months, she quipped internally, mashing her thumb against the play button on the remote.

The dull screen came to life, and a quick glance was enough to tell Arden that her son was much more engaged in the proceedings than he was willing to let on. Turning her attention to her own bowl of popcorn, she sorted through the pieces to find which ones had the most color.

Stupid salt cravings.

Keeping one eye on the screen, she fell to musing. It seemed like she'd been measuring months for an eternity, fixated somewhat arbitrarily on the one-year anniversary of having the kids with them. Now that they'd passed it, time had started to fly. The fact that this was already their second Halloween together was baffling. Soon, they'd pass their second Thanksgiving, second Christmas, second New Year's Eve...

The doorbell chimed, yanking her back to reality.

Vaguely aware of the car chase taking place before her, Arden set the bowl aside and moved to answer the door. A strange weightlessness came over her as she stood, but darkness clouded her vision before she could move further.

Arden woke slowly, floating and devoid of sense. Tingling returned in increments through her fingertips, creeping along the rest of her skin as she tried vainly to clear the cobwebs from her head. A firm hand gripped her shoulder, but it took several moments to place it.

"Arden? Arden, you okay?" Alex's voice was the most concrete thing that she could latch onto.

"M'fine," she managed around a cottony tongue. "I must have gotten dizzy."

With some effort, she trained her eyes on the boy. Sweat beaded across her forehead as her body attempted to reset itself, and she felt the flush run through her core and out over her limbs.

"I think -- I think you fainted. I looked up and you fell over all of a sudden."

She blinked, mind too fuzzy to formulate a response.

Alex stared back with pleading eyes, his worry etched in every crease of his brow. “Is the baby okay?” Please let my sister be okay.

Even in her disoriented state, her throat immediately thickened. That simple shift from the baby to my sister spoke volumes. “Yeah, I just stood up too fast. Sometimes that happens.”

“Do you need medicine? I can get it for you if you tell me where it is, or --”

Arden sat up straight, brushing a hand through the air in protest. “I just haven’t had enough to drink today. I’ll be fine.”

“Lemme get you some water.”

Her head had stopped swimming by the time he returned with a brim-full glass.

“Lemme know if you need more when that’s gone,” he offered, handing her the drink. “And are you sure you’re okay? I don’t...” the words trailed, but she heard the rest of the sentence: I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.

“Alex, listen to me. The baby and I are going to be fine. We’re so much better already.” She made a show of drinking from the glass. “This is going to help too. I’ll let you know if anything changes. In the meantime, don’t worry -- okay?”

“Okay. But I’m gonna take care of all the trick or treaters from now on. You can stay on the couch and get better. We don’t even have to watch the rest of the movie if you don’t want to.”

She took another long sip to counteract the sudden ache in the back of her throat. “Nope, I want to finish it. We’ve got to figure out what happens to those kids who got lost in the woods.”

“Oh, yeah.” He tried to keep his eyes on the screen, but she felt him staring at her countless times as the film progressed. Quiet as he was, his thoughts spoke for him: nothing in the movie was going to scare him as much as what he’d already seen.

That unspoken burst of feeling was all she was likely to get from her middle child, but it was more than enough to satisfy. As usual, Jaime was right. Alex was coming around after all.

_____

February, 2029

The snow had just started to fall when Jaime pulled into the driveway. The morning temperatures had been just enough to thaw some of last week’s snow, and he knew it would only be a matter of time before the streets were coated in ice.

“C’mon, let’s get inside before we freeze.”

“Do we still have hot chocolate?” Sophia asked, shutting the car door a little harder than she needed to. The force of the movement suggested she already knew the answer to the question.

Jaime unlocked the front door, gesturing for the teenager to enter the house before him. “We’ll make sure to add cocoa mix to the list on the counter. Julie offered to run by the grocery store later this evening.”

“I bet Alex drank all of it while we were gone.”

The offending brother was nowhere to be found -- a likely sign that he was in his bedroom. Will looked up briefly when they came in, but was soon engaged again in the round of checkers he and Harry were playing at the coffee table.

“’Scuse me,” Harry offered in apology, pausing their game to follow Jaime toward the coat closet.

Jaime faced his father in law with an easy grin. “Hey! Thanks again for helping out this afternoon. How’d it go?”

The other man pulled a skeptical face as Jaime shrugged out of his coat. “She’s trying to do too much. When we got here, she was unloading the dishwasher and listening to Will’s reading practice and everything. She thinks that baby carrier means she can do anything.”

With a sigh, Jaime eased the sleeves over the hanger. The image his father-in-law described came to his mind all too readily. He’d spent the past three weeks preventing as much undue exertion as possible, but there was only so much he could do. “Harry, I stopped trying to control your daughter a long time ago. We both know she’s going to do those things whether we want her to or not. The rest of us do as much as we can, but she got an extra dose of stubbornness from somewhere.”

“That’s why we were here,” Julie cut in with a hand at Harry’s elbow. “I went and stayed with my son for two whole weeks when his wife had their first baby. The least I can do is come by every once in a while to help around the house.”

“We all appreciate it -- truly,” Jaime assured. “I take it Arden’s upstairs?”

A door slammed from the direction of the boys’ room, and Alex’s voice spilled into the hallway, “It wasn’t me! There was still a packet and a half the last time I had any.”

“Brothers are such...” Sophia censored herself as she passed the group of adults. At her pasted-on smile, Jaime raised an eyebrow before giving his focus back to his in-laws.

“Last I knew, she took the baby up there to nurse. That was about half an hour ago, I think.”

“I’ll go check in and let her know we’re back.”

Jaime climbed the stairs, cautiously testing the handle of their door before swinging the whole thing open. He’d interrupted their daughter’s naps just a handful of times, but they’d been enough to make him wary of doing it again.

Arden stirred as he came in, her voice quiet, but fully awake. “What time is it?”

“A little bit after 4:00. Did I wake you up?” His wife was in the center of their bed, body curled protectively around the weeks-old infant that lay inside.

“No, there was some noise downstairs.” At Jaime’s sigh, she continued, “ It’s fine; they didn’t know. I didn’t mean to fall asleep in the first place.”

“I’m still sorry you had to wake up to a fight about hot chocolate packets.”

“At least it’s a change of pace. I don’t remember the last time I woke up to something other than crying.”

“Me neither,” he agreed, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. From this position, one tiny fist was visible. The rest of the newborn’s body was shielded from view, but the glimpse was enough.

Their baby was perfect. So perfect, in fact, that Jaime knew he could go the rest of his life without making anything that could ever compare. Each exquisite feature, from her thick crop of dark brown hair to the slender toes he knew were curled tight beneath the flannel of her pajamas, proved that their daughter was a work of art.

He’d never put much stock in blood relations. The few family members that he vaguely remembered from childhood had disappeared from his life long ago.

And even though he didn’t love this baby any more than he loved the three kids downstairs, this love was a little different, somehow. Already, there were traces of Arden in this child -- traces of him. Their family had never felt like it was missing anything, but none of them could deny how much more complete it felt now that Lindy had entered the scene.

“How was the concert?” Arden asked, startling him from his musings.

“You’ll have to ask Sophia about it later, but I’d call her pre-birthday celebration a success.”

“I’m sure she loved it.”

��I am too,” Jaime beamed, remembering how intently their daughter had watched all of the proceedings onstage. “And she loved getting to stick around and meet the musicians. Tony said to tell you hi, by the way.”

"Did you tell him hi back?” she inquired before her mouth was hijacked by a yawn.

“Of course. How have things been here?”

“Fine when I came up. Dad’s been telling me not to do so much, but what else is new?”

“And Lindy?”

Arden hiked a hand through her hair and arched her back, rolling toward him so that he could see the sleeping baby clearly. “As happy and sleepy as always,” she whispered, eyes following his to watch the sleeping infant.

“We got so lucky.”

Arden smothered another yawn against her hand. “You know that saying that is practically asking for trouble, right? She’s not even a month old yet.”

“Look how well she’s fit in so far. Besides, it’s kind of hard not to think she’s perfect when she’s got your cute little nose and eyebrows.”

“And your toes, unfortunately…”

Jaime shoved out his chin in retaliation. “Maybe she’ll have long fingers like me too,” he wondered, reaching out a hand to brush the hair from Arden’s forehead. “You’ve always complained about how short yours are.”

“They’re terrible for typing and playing instruments. Why do you think our band never worked out?”

“There were a lot of reasons...” he reflected. With the pad of his index finger, he followed the dimpled line at Lindy’s wrist. The baby continued to sleep despite his intrusion, her serene face turned toward Jaime’s body.

“What are you thinking about?”

He rubbed his jawline with a wry smile. “I’m pretty sure you know what it is already.”

“Maybe,” she evaded coyly. “Humor me anyway?”

“That you’re still my best girl, but you’re not the only girl in my life anymore. And that I’m pretty damn lucky to have three amazing ladies in my family.”

“The boys are pretty great too,” she reminded with a fond smile, allowing both eyes to flutter shut.

“Arden?”

One eyelid rose. “Uh-huh?”

“I think we might have the best family ever.”

She grinned at the absurd statement. “We’re so biased. But I think you may be right.”

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Promise

"Mom…" Soul pleaded, rolling his head toward his mother seated his bed. "I… call everybody back…"

"What?!" Maka exclaimed, shaking her head madly so her hair whipped her face. "You can't call everybody back— If you do they won't—"

"Maka." Wes placed his hand on Maka's shoulder, efficiently shutting her up but did nothing to stop the renewed set of tears leaving her eyes. "Soul wants them to stop."

Even though it was just one sentence, five tiny words, the meaning was loaded and spoke volumes. They all knew. Except for Maka. His time was up. Soul could feel it and now, he wanted all his friends and father to gather once again by his side for one final reunion. As his mother, her heart broke for him. For all the wrong things she had done in her life, for the errors she made to drive him away from his family for so long, she had promised herself she would spend the rest of her life making it up to him. To get to know her son and support and be by his side once again.

But… life was cruel.

Mrs. Evans nodded shakily, holding back her own tears as she patted her son's hand. "Okay. I'll call your friends and father."

Soul whispered a 'thank you' before his eyes grew too heavy and he fell once again back to sleep. Mrs. Evans left the room and retrieved her phone from her sweatpants. Never before had she thought sweatpants would be this comfortable. Definitively more comfortable than her casual denim jeans she usually walked around in, or her airy slacks.

She began dialling Black*Star's phone. Six tunes later he picked up.

"Almighty Black*Star speaking."

"Hello Black*Star, this is Soul's mother."

"Mrs. Evans? Is he okay?" his voice immediately turned concerned.

"I'm afraid he's not." She began and pinched her arm to numb the pain in her heart. "He's… his time is up."

"No." Black*Star growled. "No. He's not that weak. Come on! My man isn't going to drop dead now! He can hold on for another four months! Me and the witches are onto something! We're going to find Free—"

"Darling, Soul asked for you." Her voice wavered, sorrow clogging up her throat. "He wants you here."

Only silence came from the other side of the phone line. "That bad?"

"I'm afraid so. Please, come here. He wants to see you all one more time."

"… we'll head back to Death City." She was then met by the hang up tune. A sob escaped her vocal cords and she leaned against the fall, hugging herself as she slid down to the floor. One call done. The toughest one left.

Mrs. Evans pressed speed dial for her as she sobbed, not caring if he heard her hurt. He picked up almost immediately.

"How is he?" he asked immediately.

"Dear…" she sobbed into the phone. "He's… our baby… y-you need to come here."

"No… He's not…?"

She shook her head as if he could see her. "No… b-but… he's really bad."

"Just a couple of days more. I'm doing the paperwork for the hospital—just a few more days and I can fix a transplant. Just— just give me time." Her heart broke at the sound of her husband's pleads. He usually was the composed one to handle all sorts of situation, but for the first time, he was so flustered and exposed and vulnerable.

"I'm afraid we have given him all time we can." She bit her lower lip. "Please, our son wants you here, please, come."

A sob came from the other side of the line. "I will." He wailed in sorrow just before they hung up. Mrs. Evans sat on the cold floor by the stairway, just crying and hugging herself.

…

Soul groaned as his head slowly lulled from side to side. Maka patted his hand beside him as she wept silently. Mrs. Evans was bawling her eyes out as she buried her face in her eldest son, Wes's, neck while he stroked her hair. Mr. Evans was steaming with rage from the multiple declines from Stein to use his intestines to give them to his son. Black*Star couldn't hold back his feelings he had harboured since the downfall of Soul's health, tears fell from his eyes as he held himself. Tsubaki tried to sooth her meister by whispering it wasn't his fault in his ear as she rubbed his back. Liz held her crying sister as she rocked her in her arms.

The room reeked of rotten fish and tobacco, stronger than any scent he has ever felt. The scent of death, it was reeking from his friend worse than sweat would from Black*Star after a long day of hard work out. Soul's moaning was of a dead man. He was on the very ledge of death and they all knew it, even the most in denial Maka, felt this was the end. Stein had taken care of him as well as he could, given him as much time as he possibly could, but time was running out. There was truly nothing more they could do for Soul.

Kid stood by the end of the room, leaning against the wall still wearing his coat, knowing very well he was the last person Maka and Soul's family wanted to see. He was death after all. He would've honoured their wishes, left the room only to return when Soul had taken his last breath to collect his soul.

But he couldn't.

Hours before his friends and family were summoned, Wes entered his office, delivering a message that Soul wished to see him. With any regards to his meetings and paper work which needed to be done, he cancelled all of them and went with Wes to the clinic. Kid had no clue what Soul wanted, but as soon as he entered Stein's clinic, the overwhelming smell of rotten fish and tobacco assaulted his nose. He then knew, the end was near. Very, very near. The unbearable scent washed over him the moment the door to Soul's room opened and the urge to cover his nose ran strong.

"Kid…" Soul moaned and his head had lulled to Maka's side. "Can you… a moment alone… with him."

Maka had held back a sob and gingerly planted a kiss on his lips before she reluctantly separated from him. After Wes and Maka had shut the door, Kid took a seat on the chair beside Soul.

Soul had moaned and the black fumes reeked from his soul, almost devoured it all by this point. The gleam of life in his eyes was gone, if it weren't for the occasional blink, he would've taken him as dead.

"What is it you wanted to talk about?" Kid had asked, deciding to skip passed all the formalities because Soul could drop dead any given moment.

"Maka…" her name left Soul's mouth as if it was the most natural response. "I believe… even when my soul has left my body… she will… keep me here."

He wouldn't have been surprised. The downfall of the mighty Last Death Scythe Soul Eater Evans had been a very ugly one, one Kid preferably wouldn't have to ever see, but he was the new Lord Death and with that came with certain responsibilities. While he was immortal, Soul along with his other friends were mortals, he would eventually have to collect their souls. The painful task of collecting Soul's was just sooner rather than later. Maka… she just loved Soul. Loved him so much it blinded her perception. Her love for Soul had become a dangerous one for Soul's eternal resting place. He… he couldn't allow her to hold on to his soul. Not as the new Lord Death or as a friend, he had to collect his soul and grant him his final resting place.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure your soul passes on peacefully."

"'s not all." Soul breathed heavily. "Where… will I go… when I die?"

He answered honestly. "I don't know. I may be the God of Death, but I don't even know."

The conversation had ceased to exist when Soul acknowledged the fact and peacefully fell asleep. Maka and Wes returned inside and only a few hours, all Soul's friends and family was gathered for the inevitable passing.

It was… beautiful. All his friends and loved ones were with him. All gathered in the same room to spend his last hours with him, giving him all their love and comfort, showing him he was loved and he would forever be with them, in their hearts and memories. The young man who used to flee from the spotlight and hide at balconies was now in the spotlight and for the first and last time, Soul seemed to like and appreciate the attention.

"This is my son!" Mr. Evan raised his voice at Stein, waving his finger in his face. "You call yourself a doctor, save him!"

"Father." Wes pulled at his father's arm in a poor attempt at calming his fuming father. "He has already done everything he could—"

"Bloody hell he hasn't!"

"Dad." It was barely a murmur, but the whole room turned quiet as a grave and the anger seemingly rolled off of him at the sound of his sickly son. "No… don't fight."

"Please, just give him some peace and quiet." Maka pleaded as she patted Soul's hand.

Mr. Evans tried to smooth out the wrinkles on his suit and ran his hand through his short messy hair. Immediately accepting his words as if they were the law. Everything that came out from Soul's mouth was taken as a law, as an absolute, nothing that could ever be broken. "Alright, son."

"I'm sorry."

Maka's eyes widened at the words coming out from Soul's mouth. "Don't apologize. You've don't nothing wrong."

"Not now… just… everything I've done wrong… throughout my life."

"Don't think about it." Wes said by his father. "It's all forgiven. You don't have to think about anything of that anymore. None of us will hold any grudges toward you for anything you have done."

"It's me who should apologize." Black*Star spoke up. "I couldn't find Free. I let you down, man."

"No… 's cool dude." Soul inhaled sharply and ripped his hand from Maka's and clutched his stomach.

"Soul!" Maka shrieked and as carefully as she could, helped him hold himself up so he wouldn't break any more bones from his pain fits. His mother and father gathered by the bed and Stein quickly pushed them away to the sound of Mr. Evan's phone ringing. He ignored it as Soul moaned in agony. Maka wept and begged him silently not to leave her as Mr. Evans phone rang once again. This time he cursed and turned it off.

Kid could see it. The darkness around his soul, slowly wrapping and twisting and turning around his soul and the dull glow of it barely shone through it. Kid stood up properly from his spot, knowing soon, it was time.

A different phone began to play its melody and Mr. Evans cursed loudly as he pulled it up from his pocket and shouted into the phone. "What is it?" Kid almost halted in his steps at Mr. Evan's face going blank and paling. "You got a transplant?!"

"What?" Maka shrieked.

"Where is it?" Mrs. Evans's eagerly asked.

"I see." Mr. Evans said into the phone. "That's a state away! We'll be there in two hours. Prepare for the transplant."

Kid grabbed Mr. Evan's wrist. "Make it ten minutes."

"Ten minutes or two hours, Soul needs to be stabilized before he's ready to travel through the mirrors." Stein said as he quickly grabbed a syringe and filled it with a transparent liquid before he injected it into his stomach. "The morphine should start kicking in any minute. It should give us enough time to get you to surgery."

Everything became a blur. Before the morphine had a chance to really take effect, Mr. Evans heaved Soul into his arms and shouted to Kid to lead the way. Maka and the Evans family were quick on their tail. Kid led them to the nearest mirror where he opened it and entered. Mr. Evans hesitated slightly before he entered the mirror.

They came out from a window just in front of the hospital where nurses and a doctor were waiting for him. Before they knew it, Soul was hooked to machines and taken down the corridor toward the surgery room.

Maka held onto Soul's hand for dear life. "I told you." she sniffled. "I told you it would come. You're going to be okay."

"Maka… wait." The doctors stopped right by the door so Soul could talk to her. "If I survive… ask me again… in two months… this time with a… a ring… okay?"

Maka nodded eagerly and leaned down to kiss him one more time, sealing the promise between.

Kid was left gawking at the two kissing. Not because of the excessive PDA, but the smell… the black mist around his soul… it was evaporating. The claws of death were shrieking loudly and retreating from his soul because of— because of— Maka. He could barely believe it. They had resonated after his accident in the classroom, their souls had touched on daily basis, but never had the dark reacted like this. She… she was driving it away with her light.

The moment their lips parted, the darkness was eradicated and the nurses wheeled him into the surgery room.

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