Michael held his 2 month old in his arms, looking into her mocha eyes, ones just like her dad's. Her dad that didn't make it through.
*Flashback*
"Sir, we need you to sit down." A nurse instructed Michael, multiple doctors tended to Calum, but nothing could help him. He was gone. "We did the best we could." A doctor sighed as he took his latex gloves off.
*End of flashback*
Michael blinked back tears, knowing he had to be strong for Sunday Rose Hood. He rocked back and forth in the rocking chair, stroking his daughter's soft head as she drifted to sleep. "Mummy loves you Sunday." Michael whispered and kissed her forehead. "I know Daddy does too."
